Raymond Farrell

Gold Star - 25,011 Points (02/09/1954 / Perth, Ontario)

Raymond Farrell Poems

521. Haiku (The Trump Campaign Unravelling) 10/7/2016
522. What People Write On A Page 10/9/2016
523. Acts Of Self Condemnation 10/9/2016
524. All Nations Need Their Delusions 10/9/2016
525. Perhaps I Am Growing Wistful With Age 10/13/2016
526. Haiku (Watch Your Step) 10/13/2016
527. The State In Which We Exist 10/14/2016
528. John Ashbery 7/12/2016
529. Destroying A Culture 8/30/2016
530. Haiku (Us 2016 Presidential Election) 10/17/2016
531. October 18,2016 10/18/2016
532. Sleep 10/19/2016
533. Today's World! 10/28/2016
534. Bob Dylan's Nobel Prize 10/28/2016
535. Pro Choice? 11/2/2016
536. It Seems Odd To Me 11/3/2016
537. I Do Not Go There 11/6/2016
538. Haiku (An Empty Vessel) 11/6/2016
539. The Fascists When They Come 11/8/2016
540. Haiku (The Canadian Media) 11/8/2016
541. Not Too Many Years Ago 11/8/2016
542. A Young Lass From Donbass 11/17/2016
543. Mr. Bodaggs 11/17/2016
544. Poets 11/19/2016
545. Freedom Of Speech 11/21/2016
546. Crave Not The Soft Or Loud Applause 11/22/2016
547. It Is A Comfort To Me 11/28/2016
548. The Divine 12/5/2016
549. Haiku (My Prayer) 12/5/2016
550. First Snow 1/27/2017
551. Joe 1/27/2017
552. Poor Wee Mite 1/27/2017
553. The Snow Lay Blanket-Like Upon The Ground 1/27/2017
554. The Death Of Grammar 1/27/2017
555. What Must Be Done 1/27/2017
556. I Know A Youth 1/27/2017
557. If The Beothuk People Could Speak 1/27/2017
558. Day's End 1/27/2017
559. Fragment 1/27/2017
560. The Nectarines 1/27/2017
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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