Raymond Farrell

Gold Star - 25,729 Points (02/09/1954 / Perth, Ontario)

Raymond Farrell Poems

801. Haiku (Politician) 5/31/2015
802. Haiku (Good) 6/2/2015
803. Haiku (God Vs Man) 6/20/2015
804. Haiku (Deep Sleep) 6/8/2015
805. Haiku (North America Today) 5/10/2015
806. Chinese New Year's Eve In Hangzhou 4/3/2015
807. The Darwinian Paradox 8/5/2016
808. We Will Weep For What Has Been Lost 6/22/2016
809. This Gentle Rain 6/19/2016
810. Just Writing To Let The World Know 1/27/2016
811. Haiku (Logic 101) 3/12/2016
812. Tv 1/10/2016
813. Haiku (Pick Your Pain) 11/15/2015
814. Sometimes I Wonder 9/7/2015
815. Such Are The Ways Of The Youth 9/20/2015
816. Anger 7/20/2015
817. What I Miss 7/5/2015
818. Five Steps You Die 6/28/2015
819. Haiku (Husband) 7/2/2015
820. In Order To Truly Be An Atheist 6/30/2017
821. Just Live In The Moment 8/29/2017
822. Politicians 4/17/2015
823. The Short Stocky Young Chinese Fellow 4/4/2015
824. Free Will 9/5/2015
825. The Curse Of The Media 6/26/2015
826. Civilization 7/7/2015
827. You Say We Need Peace 4/27/2015
828. Tonight As I Sit Under The Locust Tree 4/25/2015
829. The Lady At The Jewish Bakery 5/4/2015
830. 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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I See Few Cats

I see few cats
Here in Guangdong
What few I see
Walk warily
And don't respond
To my overtures
Slink around
Any motion
And they're off
In a flash
And you would be too
If you might
Be on the menu.

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