Raymond Farrell Poems

Poverty
my middle name
skin clinging
to brittle bones
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How cruel the wars men wage
Fought for dignity and grace
The hatred leaps from history's page
And chills you in your place.
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When all is said and done
better to carve a niche
between palace and ditch
with each rising sun
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Every element out there is here
And came here from there
Without question the universe is one
Planet by planet, sun by sun
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Steady streams of sunshine
penetrate the tight rosebud
softly persuading her to relinquish
her natural virginity.
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The gentle deer, oh my child
Move on graceful feet unshod
Through the depths of forests wild
Under the watchful eye of God.
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If kind words are to be said
Flowers are to be sent
And eulogies are to be delivered
Do this if you wish
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Today
As I sit
Under the locust tree
In the heat and humidity
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When they tell you
We live
In a pluralistic society
What they are saying is
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