Raymond Farrell

Gold Star - 26,049 Points (02/09/1954 / Perth, Ontario)

Raymond Farrell Poems

561. Babylon Has Fallen 2/15/2017
562. A Saturday Afternoon Walk 2/15/2017
563. We Are Not Going To See Anything Change For The Better 2/21/2017
564. Whither Bound? 2/22/2017
565. Modern Living 2/23/2017
566. February 23,2017 2/23/2017
567. And I Too Once Was Young 2/24/2017
568. The Mcnulty Family Homestead Site 3/3/2017
569. Spring Awakening 3/12/2017
570. Politic Today 3/24/2017
571. What She Really Wanted 4/1/2017
572. Haiku (What People Think) 4/3/2017
573. Haiku (The Goose Step) 4/4/2017
574. You Can Blame Anyone You'd Like To 4/4/2017
575. Let Me See If I Understand 4/8/2017
576. Visiting My Hometown 4/23/2017
577. The Progression 5/21/2017
578. Haiku (Nationalism 2) 5/24/2017
579. The Abandoned House 5/28/2017
580. Once Upon A Time 6/12/2017
581. A Welcome Songster 6/17/2017
582. As I Proceeded Up The Hill 6/28/2017
583. A Young Lass From Donbass 11/17/2016
584. Mr. Bodaggs 11/17/2016
585. Poets 11/19/2016
586. Freedom Of Speech 11/21/2016
587. Crave Not The Soft Or Loud Applause 11/22/2016
588. It Is A Comfort To Me 11/28/2016
589. The Divine 12/5/2016
590. Haiku (My Prayer) 12/5/2016
591. She Will Never Grow Old 12/12/2016
592. A Proper Fool 12/12/2016
593. Soft As The Dew 12/21/2016
594. For The Love Of Blueberries 12/23/2016
595. Tat Tata Ta 12/25/2016
596. Grass 12/27/2016
597. Haiku (The Scientific Method) 12/27/2016
598. Haiku (Limitations Of Scientific Research) 1/6/2017
599. The Holocaust 1/6/2017
600. After The Orchestra Had Played 1/6/2017

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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Winter

You cannot be a Canadian
And not have an opinion about this season
On average, we're the coldest country in the world
And when you're standing out in February
Waiting for the bus
Shivering and shaking and wishing you were a brass monkey
You're going to say something
Even if no one else is around to hear it
But what I am tired of

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