Raymond Farrell

Gold Star - 25,462 Points (02/09/1954 / Perth, Ontario)

Raymond Farrell Poems

641. Haiku (Labelling People) 6/22/2015
642. A Distant Fleeting Memory 6/22/2015
643. Haiku (Nominal Christianity) 6/23/2015
644. Getting Personal 6/15/2015
645. Nature 6/8/2015
646. Dinner Surprise 6/22/2015
647. The People Who Sweep The Roads 6/21/2015
648. Haiku (The Stages Of Truth) 6/15/2015
649. Chasing Happiness 6/12/2015
650. Haiku (Serious Sport) 6/13/2015
651. Coffee 6/12/2015
652. Haiku (To Some Poets) 6/14/2015
653. Having A Baccalaureate 6/14/2015
654. Haiku (Sacrilege) 5/27/2015
655. If Poetry 5/20/2015
656. Haiku (Not Learning From History) 5/18/2015
657. Death Under The Locust Tree 5/4/2015
658. Dirty Tree 5/4/2015
659. Freedom 4/27/2015
660. Psychiatry 4/29/2015
661. Play Me Now A Song Of Love 4/23/2015
662. Water Problems 4/20/2015
663. It Is A Great Prison 4/18/2015
664. When It Comes To Faith 4/20/2015
665. The Magnolia 4/15/2015
666. I Realized Early On 4/13/2015
667. If The Woman 4/15/2015
668. Bureaucracies 4/13/2015
669. When I Saw The Two Of Them 4/8/2015
670. That Rose 4/6/2015
671. Winter 4/3/2015
672. Haiku (Philosophers Vs Lunatics) 7/2/2015
673. Did You Ever Notice 7/14/2015
674. History 7/11/2015
675. Haiku (The State Of The World) 7/14/2015
676. Haiku (The Danger Of Pride) 7/5/2015
677. My New Favorite Tea 7/4/2015
678. North America Today 7/4/2015
679. Haiku (People's Approval) 7/4/2015
680. I Am Not A Sucker 7/4/2015
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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