Raymond Farrell

Gold Star - 25,010 Points (02/09/1954 / Perth, Ontario)

Raymond Farrell Poems

361. For Ashraf Fayadh 11/21/2015
362. My Great Aunt Elizabeth 11/24/2015
363. In Praise Of Paper 11/28/2015
364. Third World Versus Developed World 12/3/2015
365. Hangzhou, December 5,2015 12/5/2015
366. Haiku (My Take On Life) 12/5/2015
367. Melancholy Perhaps? 12/11/2015
368. Haiku (Justin Trudeau Pm) 12/17/2015
369. B3 Bus 12/23/2015
370. Great And United 12/23/2015
371. Haiku (Acting When Ready) 1/7/2016
372. Hailu (Travel) 1/7/2016
373. Haiku (Stark Choices) 12/25/2015
374. December 26,2015 Hangzhou 12/26/2015
375. Goldman And Sachs 1/15/2016
376. The White Collar Criminals 1/16/2016
377. I Have But One Life 1/30/2016
378. Haying Time 1/30/2016
379. Haiku (Peace Within) 1/31/2016
380. Trout Fishing On Round Lake 2/4/2016
381. Politics As Usual 2/4/2016
382. Haiku (What Actions Show) 2/4/2016
383. Grocery Shopping 101, Hangzhou 2/5/2016
384. Luxurious 2/6/2016
385. Damnatio Ad Bestias 2/7/2016
386. Haiku (Great Things) 2/16/2016
387. Haiku (Christianity If Real) 2/16/2016
388. After The Blizzard 2/16/2016
389. Haiku (If You're Not Dead) 2/16/2016
390. Haiku (Tolerance) 2/16/2016
391. Making Love 2/16/2016
392. I Have Never Seen 2/16/2016
393. Haiku (Addiction) 2/16/2016
394. The Drone Of These Academics 2/17/2016
395. Haiku (Just Because) 2/17/2016
396. Good! ! 2/18/2016
397. The Bedrock Of Freedom 2/18/2016
398. Before 2/18/2016
399. Oh How 2/18/2016
400. Stating The Obvious 2/18/2016
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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