Raymond Farrell

Gold Star - 25,739 Points (02/09/1954 / Perth, Ontario)

Raymond Farrell Poems

761. You Say 4/13/2015
762. The Optimist 4/23/2015
763. We Irish 4/30/2015
764. May 2015 British General Election 5/11/2015
765. Haiku (Politician) 5/31/2015
766. Haiku (Good) 6/2/2015
767. Haiku (God Vs Man) 6/20/2015
768. I'M Just A Guy 6/21/2015
769. Parents 7/8/2015
770. July 10.2015 7/10/2015
771. Haiku (Diamonds) 7/14/2015
772. Remembering Old Man Bay 7/18/2015
773. Loving Your Neighbor 7/31/2015
774. Education 8/4/2015
775. Haiku (Growing Up) 8/15/2015
776. A Throne Fit For A King 8/8/2015
777. My Thoughts Go Back To India 8/22/2015
778. All This Week 8/30/2015
779. Haiku (The Best Medicine) 9/4/2015
780. Haiku (Racism) 9/21/2015
781. Objective Reality 9/30/2015
782. Haiku (Happy) 10/13/2015
783. Often 10/20/2015
784. Lingering In A Bygone Era 10/20/2015
785. Haiku (Time) 10/24/2015
786. Haiku (Sometimes) 11/8/2015
787. Life Passes 11/2/2015
788. This Small Sphere 11/3/2015
789. Haiku (Trying) 12/9/2015
790. Burlesque 12/23/2015
791. Haiku (What Is Life) 1/8/2016
792. Liars Figure And Figures Lie 1/15/2016
793. Haiku (What Consumes Your Mind) 1/16/2016
794. Haiku (The Worst Kind Of Pride) 2/14/2016
795. May 5,2016 5/5/2016
796. Until 5/7/2016
797. Every Spring 4/5/2016
798. The Two Of Them 7/7/2016
799. The Pusher 8/9/2016
800. Haiku (China Emerging) 9/22/2016

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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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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