Raymond Farrell

Gold Star - 25,033 Points (02/09/1954 / Perth, Ontario)

Raymond Farrell Poems

41. My Sinnner's Prayer 4/30/2015
42. To The 5 Point Ulster Calvinist 5/1/2015
43. It Is Enough 5/1/2015
44. This Is My Earthly Dwelling Place 5/1/2015
45. A Mystery 5/2/2015
46. The Chinese Medical Student 5/3/2015
47. Feeding The Blackbirds 5/4/2015
48. A Minuet 5/6/2015
49. The Triumph Of Mediocrity 5/7/2015
50. We All Need 5/7/2015
51. The Greatest Oxymoron 5/8/2015
52. Roses And Gold 5/8/2015
53. Ni Hao Ma? 5/8/2015
54. Haiku (German Sex Guide) 5/9/2015
55. Indispensability 5/9/2015
56. Lets Have Some Truth 5/9/2015
57. Love 5/10/2015
58. It Is Not Peace On Your Terms 4/27/2015
59. Come Sit Awhile 5/4/2015
60. Wonderful 5/10/2015
61. Haiku (Lawsuits) 5/10/2015
62. Haiku (Second Place) 5/10/2015
63. I Am Having A Feud 5/11/2015
64. Meeting Halfway 5/15/2015
65. I Never Want To Relive This Day Again 5/15/2015
66. There Is An Arrogance 5/16/2015
67. It Makes Me Suspicious 5/16/2015
68. Your Fate America Will Be Mine 5/17/2015
69. Faith In God Alone Is Secure 5/18/2015
70. Haiku (Hockey) 5/18/2015
71. Haiku (Holocaust Injustice) 5/18/2015
72. Haiku (Education 1) 5/19/2015
73. Need And Greed 5/19/2015
74. Haiku (Beauty) 5/19/2015
75. Haiku (The Media) 5/19/2015
76. Haiku (Close) 5/19/2015
77. Haiku (Christianity) 5/19/2015
78. Haiku (Mother) 5/19/2015
79. Haiku (Ignorance) 5/19/2015
80. Haiku (Paper) 5/19/2015
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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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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