Mary Angela Douglas
Biography of Mary Angela Douglas
[PLEASE NOTE: All my poems are U.S. Copyrighted by date indicated at the bottom of the poem and all world-wide rights are reserved, including the right of translation into any language specifically to each and every poem and only to and for Mary Angela Douglas.]
I love poetry past, present, and future.
I especially love this website becomes it deeply welcomes all poets and I am very happy to be welcomed here.
I have deep respect for everyone writing here. May you never stop writing poetry. It is one of the finest things that can be done in life, but then, you alredy know that, don't you?
May your joy in poetry and your poems, every blessed word, live forever, as it is also, your mind, your heart, your soul shining out to others. To anyone and each person specifically who has ever read even one poem of mine or left a kind and beautiful comment, THANK YOU WITH ALL MY HEART. It means so much to me. And I feel like truly whenever I write a poem I am writing in communion with each and every one and together we are all one beautiful bouquet of poetry to the glory of God. We are published in Heaven anytime and everytime we write with our whole heart and soul. I am sure of that.
Mary Angela Douglas's Works:
I am published online only. Here, on wonderful poemhunter amnng so many brilliant and whole hearted poets I am more than honored to be among from all over the world. And also, on my own blog (where many more poems appear) at www.angelidicuoremare.blogspot.com.
- Green Bees In Oz -new-
- I Certainly Can Imagine Blue Blazing Lig... -new-
- What If We Were The Dream Of God -new-
- The Nursery Of Time Explained -new-
- Ahead Of The Evictors -new-
- This April Branching In An Oft Trod Drea... -new-
- How Overcast The Earth When Men Must Kee... -new-
- A Primer For Out Times -new-
- They're Briinging You Flowers Beyond The... -new-
- When Words Were Lined With Roses I Was H... -new-
- There Is A Starlight Of The Mind -new-
- Kite -new-
- The Giant Zinnia Tune Played On The Xylo...
- Song To Peripheral Saints
Mary Angela Douglas Poems
The Names Of Things
to Ray Bradbury, looking back, or forward the names of things we held in our heart when alphabets foundered and worlds came apart
A Sparkling Ensued
to my sister, Sharon, and all her glistening music go deeper into the woods soothed my pages,
we make useful things: things that won't shatter. we make useful things, things that Matter. think of a wave on the sea, I said;
song itself came to the back stairs of the castle in a drenching rain like the princess in old fairy stories, refrains
Last Minute Christmas Eve 1964
last minute drugstore gifts are best for pure excitement! someone's sure to want just one more box of chocolate covered cherries-
I Wrote On A Page Of Light
I wrote on a page of light; it vanished. then there was night.
And This Is Music
[to God our Father] this is to the One who caused, who causes music to arise though He is denied
In The Shoemaker's Shop
[once more, to The Brothers Grimm] how marvelous it seemed to you then the cobbler asleep at his bench
standing before the space where poems may come you dodge the thrift of
True Reading Is First Reading
true reading is first reading; lullaby gold you've lost more than you know
was it an impossible thing: a katydid green on a snowy canvas; the snow, crumbling in your hands?
We Are All Unlikely People
we are all unlikely people she half thought turning over the rain soaked pebbles in the road to reveal, she thought
COMMITTEE now you will be afraid, the committee droned underneath my dream not even out from
I Read Of A Book On The History Of Glass
I Read Of A Book On The History Of Glass I read of a book on the history of glass
Still, The Watcher
all the words I've ever read
all the music that I've heard
lodges in my soul forever
blue jay feather mocking bird.
small steps taken in the sunlight