Raymond Farrell

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

Raymond Farrell Poems

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

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 ...

Read the full of When It Comes To Poetry

The Hangzhou Choir

Whether they know it or not
They are dressed in their finery
Sleek solid black feathers
With white wing bands
And every day at sunset
While I sit
Under the locust tree
They gather as one massive flock
In a groove of bamboo

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