Raymond Farrell

Gold Star - 25,305 Points (02/09/1954 / Perth, Ontario)

Raymond Farrell Poems

241. Haiku (Addictions) 6/15/2015
242. Haiku (Many Dictators) 6/15/2015
243. Haiku (Live Every Day) 6/15/2015
244. Haiku (Adversity) 6/18/2015
245. Haiku (Patience) 6/18/2015
246. Haiku (Honeymooner's Salad) 6/18/2015
247. Haiku (Priorities) 6/20/2015
248. Haiku (God Vs Man) 6/20/2015
249. Haiku (Birds Vs Man) 6/20/2015
250. Haiku (Morality And Art) 6/20/2015
251. The People Who Sweep The Roads 6/21/2015
252. I'M Just A Guy 6/21/2015
253. Dinner Surprise 6/22/2015
254. Haiku (You Decide) 6/22/2015
255. Haiku (Fools) 6/22/2015
256. Haiku (Being Happy) 6/22/2015
257. Haiku (Drowning In Ignorance) 6/22/2015
258. It's Time We All Got Over Ourselves 6/22/2015
259. Haiku (Unnecessary Detail) 6/22/2015
260. Haiku (Prayer) 6/22/2015
261. Haiku (Labelling People) 6/22/2015
262. A Distant Fleeting Memory 6/22/2015
263. Haiku (Nominal Christianity) 6/23/2015
264. Haiku (Honest Doubt) 6/24/2015
265. Haiku (Philosophy 6/24/2015
266. Haiku (Fishing) 6/24/2015
267. Haiku (Time That Matters) 6/25/2015
268. The Grand Canal 6/26/2015
269. Exam Fever 6/26/2015
270. The Curse Of The Media 6/26/2015
271. Haiku (Bigotry) 6/26/2015
272. Five Steps You Die 6/28/2015
273. A Celebration Of Life 6/30/2015
274. Everything Says Something 6/30/2015
275. Haiku (Avoiding Reality) 7/1/2015
276. Haiku (Luck And Hard Work) 7/1/2015
277. Ham And Eggs And Life 7/1/2015
278. Haiku (Blessed Is The Man) 7/1/2015
279. Haiku (Indispensable) 7/2/2015
280. Long Jing Tea 7/2/2015
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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Old Red Jordan

Old Red Jordan
Came down the hill
Every Friday night
Tipsy
To perform
On the corner
Of Main and Beckwith
He'd play the mouth organ
Step dance and tell jokes
We didn't own a TV
But we sure had
Live entertainment
Once a week.

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