Raymond Farrell

Gold Star - 25,033 Points (02/09/1954 / Perth, Ontario)

Raymond Farrell Poems

441. First Ireland, Now Northern Ireland 7/2/2016
442. Just Thinking 7/5/2016
443. Dog And Cat 7/5/2016
444. For Those Who Think It's So Important 7/6/2016
445. History One Big Echo Chamber 7/9/2016
446. The Bobcat's Cry 7/12/2016
447. A Pluralistic Society 7/13/2016
448. The Bowels Of Night Give Day 7/28/2016
449. Nothing Is More 7/28/2016
450. Temporal Absolution 7/28/2016
451. Poetry Beyond Adulteration 7/28/2016
452. The So-Called Everyday Ordinary Joe 7/29/2016
453. Vaguely I Remember 7/29/2016
454. How Cruel 7/30/2016
455. When All Is Said And Done 7/30/2016
456. So It Is For Better Or Worse 7/30/2016
457. The Rosebud Opens 7/30/2016
458. The Gentle Deer 7/30/2016
459. If Kind Words Are To Be Said 7/31/2016
460. A Cultured Man 7/31/2016
461. Globalization 7/31/2016
462. Reality Summarized 7/31/2016
463. In A Grove Of Cedars 8/1/2016
464. Pictures From Van Gogh (The Bearers Of Burden) 8/4/2016
465. Picture From Van Gogh (The Weaver) 8/4/2016
466. Our Pampered Culture 8/5/2016
467. Pictures From Van Gogh (The Potato-Eaters) 8/5/2016
468. In Memory Of Alfred Whitehead 8/5/2016
469. Pictures From Van Gogh (Wheat Field With A Lark) 8/6/2016
470. A Pileated Woodpecker 8/6/2016
471. Pictures From Van Gogh (The Sower) 8/6/2016
472. The Feast 8/7/2016
473. The Bee 8/9/2016
474. Pictures From Van Gogh (The Hospital In Arles) 8/9/2016
475. Pictures From Van Gogh (The Starry Night) 8/11/2016
476. Pictures From Van Gogh (Crows In The Wheatfield) 8/11/2016
477. And For All That 8/12/2016
478. It Is All Quite Humbling 8/12/2016
479. The Spider 8/14/2016
480. Hunger 8/14/2016
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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Enough Hyperbole

Enough hyperbole
But there can never be enough
For some people
I have quit reading
The false outrage
Put forth by people
Enjoying the benefits
Of Western society
I have lived in the third world

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