Raymond Farrell

Gold Star - 27,296 Points (02/09/1954 / Perth, Ontario)

Raymond Farrell Poems

81. The Lawyer 4/22/2015
82. Let Me Have A Little Place 4/23/2015
83. The Optimist 4/23/2015
84. Play Me Now A Song Of Love 4/23/2015
85. Come Sit Awhile 5/4/2015
86. Death Under The Locust Tree 5/4/2015
87. Dirty Tree 5/4/2015
88. Feeding The Blackbirds 5/4/2015
89. A Minuet 5/6/2015
90. The Triumph Of Mediocrity 5/7/2015
91. We All Need 5/7/2015
92. The Greatest Oxymoron 5/8/2015
93. Roses And Gold 5/8/2015
94. Ni Hao Ma? 5/8/2015
95. Haiku (German Sex Guide) 5/9/2015
96. Indispensability 5/9/2015
97. Lets Have Some Truth 5/9/2015
98. Love 5/10/2015
99. Haiku (North America Today) 5/10/2015
100. Wonderful 5/10/2015
101. Haiku (Lawsuits) 5/10/2015
102. Haiku (Second Place) 5/10/2015
103. I Am Having A Feud 5/11/2015
104. May 2015 British General Election 5/11/2015
105. Avoiding A Feud 5/11/2015
106. A Dapper Gentleman 5/12/2015
107. Dear Editor 5/14/2015
108. Haiku (Practicing Medicine) 5/14/2015
109. Hate 5/14/2015
110. Give No Glory To War 5/15/2015
111. May 15/15 Hangzhou 5/15/2015
112. Meeting Halfway 5/15/2015
113. I Never Want To Relive This Day Again 5/15/2015
114. There Is An Arrogance 5/16/2015
115. It Makes Me Suspicious 5/16/2015
116. Your Fate America Will Be Mine 5/17/2015
117. Faith In God Alone Is Secure 5/18/2015
118. Haiku (Hockey) 5/18/2015
119. Haiku (Holocaust Injustice) 5/18/2015
120. Haiku (Not Learning From History) 5/18/2015

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

Gentle Gentle River

Gentle gentle river
Softly over rocks, you flow
Oh how you soothe me
As on your way you go
When I sit beside you
Peace, peace at last I know.

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