Raymond Farrell

Gold Star - 26,207 Points (02/09/1954 / Perth, Ontario)

Raymond Farrell Poems

801. This Small Sphere 11/3/2015
802. Haiku (Trying) 12/9/2015
803. Burlesque 12/23/2015
804. Haiku (What Is Life) 1/8/2016
805. Liars Figure And Figures Lie 1/15/2016
806. Haiku (What Consumes Your Mind) 1/16/2016
807. Haiku (The Worst Kind Of Pride) 2/14/2016
808. May 5,2016 5/5/2016
809. Until 5/7/2016
810. Every Spring 4/5/2016
811. The Two Of Them 7/7/2016
812. The Pusher 8/9/2016
813. The Darwinian Paradox 8/5/2016
814. We Will Weep For What Has Been Lost 6/22/2016
815. This Gentle Rain 6/19/2016
816. Just Writing To Let The World Know 1/27/2016
817. Haiku (Logic 101) 3/12/2016
818. Tv 1/10/2016
819. Haiku (Pick Your Pain) 11/15/2015
820. Such Are The Ways Of The Youth 9/20/2015
821. Sometimes I Wonder 9/7/2015
822. When It Is Fall 8/23/2015
823. Anger 7/20/2015
824. What I Miss 7/5/2015
825. Five Steps You Die 6/28/2015
826. Haiku (Husband) 7/2/2015
827. Haiku (Deep Sleep) 6/8/2015
828. Haiku (North America Today) 5/10/2015
829. In Order To Truly Be An Atheist 6/30/2017
830. Haiku (Racism) 9/21/2015
831. Politicians 4/17/2015
832. The Short Stocky Young Chinese Fellow 4/4/2015
833. Chinese New Year's Eve In Hangzhou 4/3/2015
834. Free Will 9/5/2015
835. The Curse Of The Media 6/26/2015
836. Civilization 7/7/2015
837. You Say We Need Peace 4/27/2015
838. Tonight As I Sit Under The Locust Tree 4/25/2015
839. The Lady At The Jewish Bakery 5/4/2015
840. 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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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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