Raymond Farrell

Gold Star - 25,729 Points (02/09/1954 / Perth, Ontario)

Raymond Farrell Poems

1. The Hangzhou Choir 4/4/2015
2. There's No Going Back 4/4/2015
3. I See Few Cats 4/4/2015
4. The Rich Will Endure 4/4/2015
5. Curiosity Set The Record Straight 4/5/2015
6. Fear Not 4/6/2015
7. I'Ve Figured It Out 4/8/2015
8. I Have Just Reread Leaves Of Grass 4/8/2015
9. Unhappiness 4/13/2015
10. The Belief 4/13/2015
11. It Is My Fond Hope 4/13/2015
12. It's Deep Six 4/13/2015
13. The Rich And Titled 4/14/2015
14. The United Church Of Canada (A Reqium) 4/14/2015
15. We The People - The Homo Sapiens 4/10/2015
16. I Was Married For Over 26 Years 4/12/2015
17. Well I Remember 4/15/2015
18. I Did Not Move To Sodom 4/16/2015
19. There Is Nothing To Be Gained 4/16/2015
20. Haiku (The Perversion Of Tolerance) 4/16/2015
21. Now That Spring Has Arrived In Zhejiang Province 4/17/2015
22. In The Beginning 4/17/2015
23. I Do Not Think 4/20/2015
24. Apparently 4/20/2015
25. The Goldsmith 4/22/2015
26. The Lawyer 4/22/2015
27. Let Me Have A Little Place 4/23/2015
28. Troubles Come And Troubles Go 4/24/2015
29. To The Grinder 4/25/2015
30. So-Called Underwear 4/26/2015
31. These Words 4/26/2015
32. The Psychiatric Ward 4/27/2015
33. Years Ago When I Was Young 4/27/2015
34. The Matchmaker 4/27/2015
35. The Flea 4/28/2015
36. Life Is Far Too Important 4/28/2015
37. Any Mortal Knows 4/29/2015
38. J P 4/29/2015
39. Tonight As I Ambled 4/29/2015
40. That Pill 4/30/2015

Comments about Raymond Farrell

  • Sandra Feldman (5/1/2015 12:05:00 AM)

    Did he live?

    This poem is fantastic, best description of an
    optimist ever! so good to laugh for a change.
    thank you.

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Best Poem of Raymond Farrell

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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There's No Going Back

There's no going back
To the past, for which many yearn
The energy we often lack
Is because we have yet to learn
And accept this fact
But if we did, we'd be freed
From our shackles to act
Move forward, and succeed.

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