“Let’s Stand Together” by Mary Bone

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I think the world needs changing-
something for the good.
Maybe some re-arranging,
for the brotherhood.

If we can stand together,
and hold each other’s hand,
no matter what the weather-
this will be a better land.

 
Background and Bio:
This poem was originally published in Mary’s collection of poems, back in 2008, by Xlibris Corporation. The collection of poems is entitled, Passages & Praises. The ISBN for the Softcover version is 978-1-4363-4155-4. All copyrights were retained by Mary.

Bio:
Some of Mary’s poems accepted for this year include “Purity of Snow,” Visual Verse published in January in Volume 07. The Bardo Group published some of her poetry in “The Life in the Spirit” theme on January 20th in The BezineOPA has accepted some of her poems for an upcoming issue in July. The Literary Yard accepted “Storms of Blue,” which was also published on February 27th.

 

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“His Word” by Mary Bone

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His word is like a beacon
that shines in the night.
His word guides us onward,
with the brightness of a light.
His word continually beckons,
to show others the way
and we know he watches over us
at work and at play.

 

Bio:
Some of Mary’s poems accepted for this year include “Purity of Snow,” Visual Verse published in January in Volume 07. The Bardo Group published some of her poetry in “The Life in the Spirit” theme on January 20th in The Bezine. OPA has accepted some of her poems for an upcoming issue in July. The Literary Yard accepted “Storms of Blue,” which was also published on February 27th.

 

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“Barnyard Reflections” by Mary Bone

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In the barnyard, be careful where you step.
Feathers are being preened,
colors shine brightly.
In the early morning hours,
a rooster crows outside my window.
A new day begins.

 

Some Information About This Poem:
This poem reminds me of life on the farm, where you don’t need an alarm clock. When I was little, I would dive under the pillows and try to sleep a little longer after our rooster crowed waking up the household.

 

Bio:
Mary’s poems have recently been published at Family Friend Poems, Vita Brevis Press and Literary Librarian Pantheon of Poesy.

 

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“Roll of the Dice” by Mary Bone

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Roll of the Dice

The dice was thrown on the table.
Will there be beans to eat? Will I wear sable?
This was a game of chance.
Hopes were up.
The stocks had fallen as the dice rolled.
Cards were shuffled all around.
Tonight there was no bread to eat.
The harvest ended on a summer day.
Grasshoppers ate everything on the vine.
We wore threadbare clothes,
There were still bills to pay.

Author Bio:

Some of Mary Bone’s poetry and short stories can be found at the following places: The Literary Librarian Pantheon Of Poesy, a short story entitled, “The Dog Days Of Summer,” is currently posted at The Literary Yard. Several of Mary’s poems can be read at www.bestpoetrywebsite.com.

“Mom’s Apron” by Mary Bone

In memory of Esther Lucille (Harris) Barrick.
July 4th, 1923-January 14th, 2010

Mom’s Apron

Folded neatly, decorated with embroidery
and crochet,
mom’s apron is a reminder of the many great meals
she cooked on the old wood stove.
Wearing her handmade apron,
she would cook skillet cornbread, red beans and
buttermilk biscuits made from scratch.
She would add a pinch of this and a pinch of that
making a gourmet meal, fit for a king.
Her sweet southern tea would steep all morning
on the back porch in the Oklahoma sun.
I can still hear the screen door opening
and mom would say, “Dinner’s Ready!”

Background for this Poem:

This is “a poem I wrote in memory of my mother, Esther Lucille (Harris) Barrick. She was a great mother to her eight children and a wonderful grandmother. Her birthday is on July 4th. She passed away in 2010 and left a great legacy behind. I wrote, “Mom’s Apron” in her memory.” ~ Mary Bone

Author Bio:

Mary Bone’s Poetry can be found at Spillwords, Literary Librarian and other places. A short story entitled, “Koolaid Street” is currently posted at Literary Yard.

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“Grandfather’s Tree” by Mary Bone

“In memory of my dad, John Ray Barrick, Purple Heart recipient and recipient of other medals, from Burneyville, Oklahoma.” ~ Mary Bone

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Grandfather’s Tree

Grandfather’s tree stood high on a hill.
The branches held him when he was a child.
He once played in its green leafy fingers.
Long limbs splayed
out in a tree house,
as he watched the clouds float by.
Grandchildren play in the tree now,
knowing grandfather slumbers below.

 

Background for this Poem:

This poem reminds me of my dad, who had a cot under a large tree in our front yard, in Burneyville, Oklahoma. He used to sleep on it at night, sometimes. He was a veteran of WWII and enjoyed the great outdoors. He is buried in Burneyville, Oklahoma, not too far from his favorite tree.

 

Author Bio:

Mary Bone’s Poetry can be found at Spillwords, Literary Librarian and other places. A short story entitled, “Koolaid Street” is currently posted at Literary Yard.

 

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“Vessels and Vases” by Mary Bone

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Vessels and Vases

Vessels and vases
Holding water
Sweating on the outside,
Watering plants,
Containing moisture
Pouring out refreshment
To parched souls.

 

Background for this Poem:

I wrote the above poem after thinking that I tend to sweat the small stuff and I pour myself out daily as if I were a vase or vessel. When I pour out words hopefully I am blessing others as I have been blessed.

 

Author Bio:

Mary Bone’s Poetry can be found at Spillwords, Literary Librarian and other places. A short story entitled, “A Time To Rejoice” is currently posted at Literary Yard.

 

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“Outdoor Voices” by Mary Bone

Outdoor voices in trees,
bees buzzing,
birds singing,
in the great outdoors.
Owls are hooting
in the moonlight.
I join my voice with the frogs
who croak at night.
Coyotes howl
in the woods beyond.
Outdoor voices
are all around.

 

Background for this Poem:

This poem is based on the call of spring all around us. Everything around us is celebrating new life and the trees and flowers are so pretty to behold.

 

Author Bio:

Mary Bone CroppedMary Bone has been writing poetry and short stories since the age of twelve. She has written two books of poetry. A few of her poems can be found at https://www.bestpoetry.website/. Her poems have been published in magazines, journals, and other places.

 

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