Raymond Farrell

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

Raymond Farrell Poems

641. The Cherry Trees Near Gu Lo Station 3/19/2016
642. Acts Of Concision 5/11/2016
643. Haiku (Don't Look Back) 3/26/2016
644. Many A Man 3/27/2016
645. Haiku (Kindness) 4/2/2016
646. Today For No Particular Reason 5/1/2016
647. From My Window I Watched 2/12/2016
648. Newspapers 1/17/2016
649. Two Monumental Events 3/13/2016
650. Smog 3/8/2016
651. Haiku (Nationalism) 2/8/2016
652. We Are 2/20/2016
653. Haiku (Rumors) 2/7/2016
654. Superficial Observations 1/16/2016
655. So-Called Science 1/1/2016
656. We Should Mourn 9/22/2015
657. The Canada Of My Youth 12/25/2015
658. A Freak Show 12/12/2015
659. Can Those Of Us Who Are Sane 12/13/2015
660. There Is Not One Artist 12/17/2015
661. In Late May 11/28/2015
662. I Don't Have A Blue Guitar 11/8/2015
663. I Remember 10/17/2015
664. The Stroke 10/18/2015
665. Reality 10/8/2015
666. Haiku (The Ultimate Bureaucrat) 9/15/2015
667. Haiku (Mistakes) 9/19/2015
668. From My Window 9/20/2015
669. Yesterday 9/8/2015
670. When It Is Fall 8/23/2015
671. The Chinese Understand 8/25/2015
672. The Day Is Coming 7/21/2015
673. Haiku (A Budget) 8/22/2015
674. Haiku (Wise Men) 8/21/2015
675. The Madness Continues 8/13/2015
676. Speaking Of Stars 8/18/2015
677. What You Think 8/20/2015
678. Let Us All Make Sure 8/20/2015
679. An Unexpected Day Off 8/21/2015
680. Haiku (Where To Bloom) 8/6/2015
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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