Raymond Farrell

Gold Star - 25,033 Points (02/09/1954 / Perth, Ontario)

Raymond Farrell Poems

321. Haiku (Practical Reality) 8/14/2015
322. Haiku (Common Sense Vs. Education) 8/14/2015
323. Happy? 8/14/2015
324. When Democracy Finally Ends 8/14/2015
325. Haiku (Being An Atheist) 8/14/2015
326. If You Think 8/4/2015
327. Impartiality 8/4/2015
328. Good Singing 8/4/2015
329. History And Testosterone 8/6/2015
330. Haiku (Medical Care In N Am) 8/16/2015
331. Speaking Of Matchmaking 8/9/2015
332. Halloween And Outhouses 8/11/2015
333. Haiku (The Poor Widow) 8/21/2015
334. A Goal 8/22/2015
335. The 200th Anniversary Of The Battle Of Waterloo 8/31/2015
336. Haiku (Inner Peace) 9/1/2015
337. I Refuse To Believe 9/3/2015
338. Here's A List 8/27/2015
339. A Lament 9/8/2015
340. Today In The Noon Day Heat 9/8/2015
341. Haiku (Creativity) 9/15/2015
342. Haiku (Expectations) 9/8/2015
343. Science 9/27/2015
344. The Sower That Sows And The Reaper Who Reaps 9/27/2015
345. A Student Of Hypocrisy 9/27/2015
346. Autumn Festival In Hangzhou 9/27/2015
347. The Musings 9/27/2015
348. You Have Not Failed 9/27/2015
349. The Literary Establishment 9/27/2015
350. The Room 9/28/2015
351. Wallace Stevens' Poetry 9/29/2015
352. The Sea 9/29/2015
353. How She Loved To Arrange The Flowers In The Garden 10/1/2015
354. Haiku (It's Not Necessarily Religious But :) 10/2/2015
355. Decadence 10/4/2015
356. Haiku (Best) 10/4/2015
357. Sex And Power 10/7/2015
358. Futility In Action 10/20/2015
359. Let Us Set Forth 10/25/2015
360. The Native Americans 11/12/2015
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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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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