Raymond Farrell

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

Raymond Farrell Poems

681. The Canada Of My Youth 12/25/2015
682. In Late May 11/28/2015
683. A Freak Show 12/12/2015
684. Can Those Of Us Who Are Sane 12/13/2015
685. There Is Not One Artist 12/17/2015
686. I Don't Have A Blue Guitar 11/8/2015
687. Reality 10/8/2015
688. We Should Mourn 9/22/2015
689. I Remember 10/17/2015
690. The Stroke 10/18/2015
691. Haiku (Mistakes) 9/19/2015
692. From My Window 9/20/2015
693. Haiku (The Ultimate Bureaucrat) 9/15/2015
694. Yesterday 9/8/2015
695. The Chinese Understand 8/25/2015
696. The Day Is Coming 7/21/2015
697. Haiku (A Budget) 8/22/2015
698. Haiku (Wise Men) 8/21/2015
699. The Madness Continues 8/13/2015
700. Speaking Of Stars 8/18/2015
701. What You Think 8/20/2015
702. Let Us All Make Sure 8/20/2015
703. An Unexpected Day Off 8/21/2015
704. Haiku (Where To Bloom) 8/6/2015
705. Poetry Is 8/14/2015
706. Learning To Be Happy 8/4/2015
707. Haiku (Life's Ups And Downs) 7/30/2015
708. God 7/25/2015
709. Beware Of The Pudding 7/24/2015
710. If You Went To University 7/21/2015
711. Come To Think Of It 7/21/2015
712. Haiku (Philosophers Vs Lunatics) 7/2/2015
713. Did You Ever Notice 7/14/2015
714. History 7/11/2015
715. Haiku (The State Of The World) 7/14/2015
716. Haiku (The Danger Of Pride) 7/5/2015
717. A Celebration Of Life 6/30/2015
718. Everything Says Something 6/30/2015
719. My New Favorite Tea 7/4/2015
720. North America Today 7/4/2015

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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I Always Arrived Early

I always arrived early
The first day of elementary school
To be first in line
Upon being admitted to the classroom
I made a beeline for the back corner
To lay claim to the desk beside the window
No one can under-estimate
How important this was
For during the inevitable

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