Mary Angela Douglas


Mary Angela Douglas Poems

1. What If The Birds Had Singing Contests? 2/8/2015
2. On Ray Bradbury's Yellow House, Demolished In Los Angeles; Strange Winter,2015 2/25/2015
3. Small Fairytale Told To My Sister From A Distance 3/24/2015
4. I Dreamed A Dark Green Pilgrimage 4/1/2015
5. Blue-Quiet On The Tear Streaked Waters, Shipshod Sun 4/7/2015
6. To My Sister, Sharon F. Douglas... 5/9/2015
7. Cantata Of Fireflies Jeweled, The Stars, And The Taskmasters Denied Entrance 2/1/2016
8. Glimmer 2/2/2016
9. It Is Maytime In The Picture Book 2/3/2016
10. Another Kind Of Snow 2/4/2016
11. Greeting Card Land 2/5/2016
12. Eleanor In The Park 2/6/2016
13. The Word Poetry Does Not Exist 2/9/2016
14. To The Secret Writing Life Of J.T. Little 2/10/2016
15. A Valentine For My Grandmother 2/14/2016
16. No One Will Know Now How You Look At Clouds 2/14/2016
17. Folding The Poems Into The Suitcase 2/14/2016
18. How To Look At A Painting 2/14/2016
19. The Queen Of Petals Reigns 2/14/2016
20. Word Problems 2/14/2016
21. Elegy For A Small Tree Sawed To Death While I Wasn't Looking 2/14/2016
22. In Praise Aloud Through The Rose Studded Days 2/14/2016
23. I Wish You A Red Crayon Heart Of A Day 2/14/2016
24. For Emily Dickinson 2/16/2016
25. Treasure Hunt 2/17/2016
26. And This Is Music 2/17/2016
27. Cause Celebre 2/18/2016
28. Fall Into God As Into A Snowbank 2/18/2016
29. What Is The Location Of Your Emergency 2/19/2016
30. The Story In Which Bright Things Happen To You 2/19/2016
31. In The Showroom With The Eclairs And Whatnot 2/19/2016
32. The Candy Emporiums And Etc. 2/19/2016
33. It's Penny Candy Maybe They Think 2/19/2016
34. From My Own Rose Tree Petals Sifted 2/19/2016
35. On Pale Blue Paper 2/19/2016
36. A Parable For No One 2/19/2016
37. The Original Sour 2/19/2016
38. We Went Forth In The Apple Of The Day 2/19/2016
39. The Wizard Speaks Of Guarantees Aloft Above Treetops To Dorothy On The Ground 2/19/2016
40. Maybe Someday In An Out Of The Way Antique Shop 2/19/2016

Comments about Mary Angela Douglas

  • Prabhata Kumar Sahoo Prabhata Kumar Sahoo (5/8/2017 11:54:00 PM)

    I love your poet'page.I am tempted to read more about your works after going thru a few.

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  • Is It Poetry James Mclain Is It Poetry James Mclain (11/15/2016 10:55:00 AM)

    Few have the honesty
    As do you
    To have like you the truth
    As you speak in your
    Biography .. James

  • Mary Angela Douglas Mary Angela Douglas (7/2/2016 4:10:00 PM)

    Thank you for your kind comment Odiete. I believe that poetry and being a poet is from God. If there is any vastness in my poems it comes from my being happy to think about the vastness of God. We are all vast in Him I like to think too. My versatility comes from having a scattered, butterfly like brain that likes to flit from flower to flower in terms of topics to think about (why I always had trouble with writing research papers in school at the last minute; not from procrastination, just from liking too much to research and keep finding things out without drawing conclusions. Heaven will be at least in part, for me, I think, the joy of NEVER AGAIN HAVING TO DRAW CONCLUS9ONS! God bless you a abundantly in your continuing (and already eternal) life as a poet. Thank You. Mary Angela Douglas

  • Ovi-enita Odiete Ovi-enita Odiete (7/2/2016 3:44:00 PM)

    You are such a Vast, Versatile and talented Poetess.....

Best Poem of Mary Angela Douglas

Backstory Breakfast For 'The Emperor's New Clothes'

to my Grandmother

the peacock visions preen: sheer emerald,
turquise, gold paint dribbled dream
down the chins of the boo-less
(don't eat so slow, dear)
with a thousand eyes blinking
losing the contest

if you'll stare hard enough, long enough
piercing through the sheen.
so the child at her oatmeal heard

her Grandmother; pouring the cream
like a lake into the bowl lit with
islands of pure marigold butter.

-study hard to know the angel music
beginning with the first measure
she twirled the piano stool that afternoon

and ...

Read the full of Backstory Breakfast For 'The Emperor's New Clothes'

Blake

to William Blake

I saw you walking
the hills of green,
angels on either side of you, conversing

and cherry-bought bells resounding.
in the dove-sought skies such flame-tinged
clouds appearing:

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