Raymond Farrell

Gold Star - 27,626 Points (02/09/1954 / Perth, Ontario)

Raymond Farrell Poems

841. Haiku (Politician) 5/31/2015
842. I Always Arrived Early 4/4/2015
843. Christian Apologetics 101 4/9/2015
844. You Say 4/13/2015
845. The Optimist 4/23/2015
846. We Irish 4/30/2015
847. Haiku (North America Today) 5/10/2015
848. Haiku (Deep Sleep) 6/8/2015
849. We Will Weep For What Has Been Lost 6/22/2016
850. This Gentle Rain 6/19/2016
851. Haiku (Logic 101) 3/12/2016
852. Just Writing To Let The World Know 1/27/2016
853. Tv 1/10/2016
854. Haiku (Pick Your Pain) 11/15/2015
855. Sometimes I Wonder 9/7/2015
856. Such Are The Ways Of The Youth 9/20/2015
857. When It Is Fall 8/23/2015
858. Anger 7/20/2015
859. Five Steps You Die 6/28/2015
860. What I Miss 7/5/2015
861. Haiku (Husband) 7/2/2015
862. Those Mosquitoes 7/2/2018
863. In Order To Truly Be An Atheist 6/30/2017
864. Politicians 4/17/2015
865. The Short Stocky Young Chinese Fellow 4/4/2015
866. Chinese New Year's Eve In Hangzhou 4/3/2015
867. Free Will 9/5/2015
868. The Curse Of The Media 6/26/2015
869. Civilization 7/7/2015
870. Mount Pleasant Cemetery 5/15/2018
871. You Say We Need Peace 4/27/2015
872. Tonight As I Sit Under The Locust Tree 4/25/2015
873. The Lady At The Jewish Bakery 5/4/2015
874. 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 Always Arrived Early

I always arrived early
The first day of elementary school
To be first in line
Upon being admitted to the classroom
I made a beeline for the back corner
To lay claim to the desk beside the window
No one can under-estimate
How important this was
For during the inevitable

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