Mary Ryan

Rookie (april 7,1961 / Kansas City, MO)

Mary Ryan Poems

41. Words Without Meaning 8/11/2006
42. Numb3rs 8/4/2012
43. Math 8/4/2012
44. Friends 5/9/2006
45. Love 5/9/2006
46. Ode To A Favorite Show 8/4/2012
47. Abcs Of A Poem 8/4/2012
48. Sitting In An Empty House 4/29/2006
49. America's Pride 5/9/2006
50. A Church Home 7/10/2008
51. The Scars And Stripes 7/8/2008
52. How I Shine Your Light 5/6/2006
53. Look To The Cross 4/29/2006
54. Betsy's Poem 4/29/2006
55. A Child's View Of God (A Pure And Simple Faith) 5/5/2006
56. Being As A Child 7/10/2008
57. The Cross & The Manger 7/10/2008
58. From Victim To Victor 5/8/2006
59. My Journey 5/9/2006
60. Crying 5/9/2006
61. Doors 5/1/2006
62. Kitten 8/4/2012
63. A Poet Paints Pictures With Words 4/30/2006
64. A Special Friend 5/9/2006
65. A Soldier's Prayer 4/29/2006
66. A Girl With Blue Green Hair 4/29/2006

Comments about Mary Ryan

  • Rosemary Cousins Rosemary Cousins (10/29/2012 1:40:00 PM)

    It was a blessing to meet Mary Ryan last weekend at a women's retreat. I read a peom of hers that she wrote the first evening of the retreat in just a few minutes time. It was wonderful. I don't see it posted yet but would like to read it again. She is a very special and talented lady.

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Best Poem of Mary Ryan

A Girl With Blue Green Hair

One Sunday morning I hurried on my way
And I arrived at my church ready to worship and pray
Then I saw a girl with blue-green hair
She walked away, not welcome there
I could see the tears falling down her face
I realized that I didn’t want to be in such a place
I looked at myself in my dress so neat
And then at the girl in her jeans and dusty bare feet
“Don’t be sad because you were turned away
We’ll find us a church where we both can stay”
With a smile on my face, I took her hand
And we both walked away from my church so grand
Soon a small wooden building I...

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A Soldier's Prayer

As the sun sets in a faraway land
A young soldier sits, a picture in his hand
His thoughts on his wife and child-a young family
And he prays every night that again he'll see
'Lord, I miss them so much is all I can say
And I want so much to go home one day
My wife doesn't tell me but I know she cries many tears
And I want to be there to calm my child's fears
But, Lord, don't get me wrong as to why I'm in this place

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