Raymond Farrell

Gold Star - 27,702 Points (02/09/1954 / Perth, Ontario)

Raymond Farrell Poems

841. Haiku (China Emerging) 9/22/2016
842. The Pendulum Of History 10/28/2016
843. Haiku (The Cbc News Network) 11/8/2016
844. Just Live In The Moment 8/29/2017
845. Everyone With Their Crutch 6/11/2018
846. It Happens Every Spring 6/6/2018
847. A Lady Jogged Past Me 6/26/2018
848. It Was Beyond Blood Curdling -new- 7/17/2018
849. Those Mosquitoes 7/2/2018
850. In Order To Truly Be An Atheist 6/30/2017
851. We Will Weep For What Has Been Lost 6/22/2016
852. This Gentle Rain 6/19/2016
853. Haiku (Logic 101) 3/12/2016
854. Just Writing To Let The World Know 1/27/2016
855. Tv 1/10/2016
856. Haiku (Pick Your Pain) 11/15/2015
857. Such Are The Ways Of The Youth 9/20/2015
858. Sometimes I Wonder 9/7/2015
859. When It Is Fall 8/23/2015
860. Anger 7/20/2015
861. What I Miss 7/5/2015
862. Five Steps You Die 6/28/2015
863. Haiku (Husband) 7/2/2015
864. Haiku (Deep Sleep) 6/8/2015
865. Haiku (North America Today) 5/10/2015
866. Politicians 4/17/2015
867. The Short Stocky Young Chinese Fellow 4/4/2015
868. Chinese New Year's Eve In Hangzhou 4/3/2015
869. Free Will 9/5/2015
870. The Curse Of The Media 6/26/2015
871. Civilization 7/7/2015
872. Mount Pleasant Cemetery 5/15/2018
873. You Say We Need Peace 4/27/2015
874. Tonight As I Sit Under The Locust Tree 4/25/2015
875. The Lady At The Jewish Bakery 5/4/2015
876. When It Comes To Poetry 4/23/2015

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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You cannot be a Canadian
And not have an opinion about this season
On average, we're the coldest country in the world
And when you're standing out in February
Waiting for the bus
Shivering and shaking and wishing you were a brass monkey
You're going to say something
Even if no one else is around to hear it
But what I am tired of

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