Raymond Farrell

Gold Star - 25,983 Points (02/09/1954 / Perth, Ontario)

Raymond Farrell Poems

801. Haiku (Good) 6/2/2015
802. Haiku (God Vs Man) 6/20/2015
803. May 2015 British General Election 5/11/2015
804. Haiku (Politician) 5/31/2015
805. I Always Arrived Early 4/4/2015
806. Christian Apologetics 101 4/9/2015
807. You Say 4/13/2015
808. The Optimist 4/23/2015
809. We Irish 4/30/2015
810. Haiku (North America Today) 5/10/2015
811. Haiku (Deep Sleep) 6/8/2015
812. Anger 7/20/2015
813. What I Miss 7/5/2015
814. Five Steps You Die 6/28/2015
815. Haiku (Husband) 7/2/2015
816. Sometimes I Wonder 9/7/2015
817. Haiku (Pick Your Pain) 11/15/2015
818. Such Are The Ways Of The Youth 9/20/2015
819. This Gentle Rain 6/19/2016
820. The Darwinian Paradox 8/5/2016
821. We Will Weep For What Has Been Lost 6/22/2016
822. Haiku (Logic 101) 3/12/2016
823. Just Writing To Let The World Know 1/27/2016
824. Tv 1/10/2016
825. Just Live In The Moment 8/29/2017
826. In Order To Truly Be An Atheist 6/30/2017
827. Politicians 4/17/2015
828. The Short Stocky Young Chinese Fellow 4/4/2015
829. Chinese New Year's Eve In Hangzhou 4/3/2015
830. Free Will 9/5/2015
831. The Curse Of The Media 6/26/2015
832. Civilization 7/7/2015
833. You Say We Need Peace 4/27/2015
834. Tonight As I Sit Under The Locust Tree 4/25/2015
835. The Lady At The Jewish Bakery 5/4/2015
836. 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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There's No Going Back

There's no going back
To the past, for which many yearn
The energy we often lack
Is because we have yet to learn
And accept this fact
But if we did, we'd be freed
From our shackles to act
Move forward, and succeed.

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