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Raymond Farrell
Raymond Farrell
(02/09/1954 / Perth, Ontario)
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Raymond Farrell Poems
- When It Comes To Poetry When it comes to poetry I feel like ...
- The Lady At The Jewish Bakery This evening As I sit Under ...
- Tonight As I Sit Under The Loc... Tonight As I ...
- You Say We Need Peace You say we need peace With this I ...
- Civilization Civilization is a word That is so often ...
- The Curse Of The Media The curse of the media Is this For ...
- The Short Stocky Young Chinese... The short stocky Young...
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When It Comes To Poetry
When it comes to poetry
I feel like David
Before he went out to meet Goliath
Saul offered him his armour
His sword, his breast plate
His helmet, his shield
But in the end he refused
Saying he had not proved it
For he was but a shepherd
Not trained in the use
Of weapons of war
He took merely a sling shot
And five smooth stones
But any giant can be slain
By such a crude weapon
If the stone finds its mark
And I can offer
No grand words
No breath-taking imagery
I commend all
Who operate at those lofty heights
But I am just
A ...
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This poem is fantastic, best description of an
optimist ever! so good to laugh for a change.
thank you.