Mary Angela Douglas


Mary Angela Douglas Poems

401. How To Look At A Painting 2/14/2016
402. The Queen Of Petals Reigns 2/14/2016
403. Word Problems 2/14/2016
404. Elegy For A Small Tree Sawed To Death While I Wasn't Looking 2/14/2016
405. In Praise Aloud Through The Rose Studded Days 2/14/2016
406. I Wish You A Red Crayon Heart Of A Day 2/14/2016
407. For Emily Dickinson 2/16/2016
408. Treasure Hunt 2/17/2016
409. Cause Celebre 2/18/2016
410. Fall Into God As Into A Snowbank 2/18/2016
411. What Is The Location Of Your Emergency 2/19/2016
412. The Story In Which Bright Things Happen To You 2/19/2016
413. In The Showroom With The Eclairs And Whatnot 2/19/2016
414. The Candy Emporiums And Etc. 2/19/2016
415. It's Penny Candy Maybe They Think 2/19/2016
416. From My Own Rose Tree Petals Sifted 2/19/2016
417. On Pale Blue Paper 2/19/2016
418. A Parable For No One 2/19/2016
419. The Original Sour 2/19/2016
420. We Went Forth In The Apple Of The Day 2/19/2016
421. The Wizard Speaks Of Guarantees Aloft Above Treetops To Dorothy On The Ground 2/19/2016
422. Maybe Someday In An Out Of The Way Antique Shop 2/19/2016
423. To One Who Considers Leaving Earth Too Early 2/20/2016
424. Singed On Bright Waters 2/20/2016
425. So Many Times We Have To Learn 2/20/2016
426. The Mockers Stand On Every Hill 2/20/2016
427. I Dreamed Of A Language In Prussian Blue And Gold 2/20/2016
428. Iowa 2/20/2016
429. What Is A Poem 2/20/2016
430. Lock Up 2/20/2016
431. Similitude 2/20/2016
432. The Order In Which It Occurred To Me 2/20/2016
433. Once I Waited Till Dawn 2/20/2016
434. Somewhere Kneeling On A Dandelion Shore 2/21/2016
435. The Dolls In The Dollhouse Dream 2/21/2016
436. Missing The Door To Dreamland 2/21/2016
437. Workbook 2/21/2016
438. The Rose Held In The Mind Is Fairer 2/22/2016
439. Going Away Is Dying Said The Snows To The Hills 2/22/2016
440. Pandora In The Morning 2/23/2016

Comments about Mary Angela Douglas

  • Kumarmani Mahakul Kumarmani Mahakul (10/27/2018 7:20:00 AM)

    On behalf of all fellow poets of PH Family and our Mahakul Family we offer a title of honour to poetess Mary Angela Douglas as, Empyrean Elegance. From today onward she will be known as Empyrean Elegance Mary Angela Douglas. This title of honour is offered to her due to her outstanding perseverance and contribution to the world literature. Her poems are deeply philosophical and valuable. We hope, all poets, visitors and people will like this title offered to her.

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  • Ann Buermann Wass (7/6/2018 5:47:00 AM)

    Was thinking about you recently and wondering if I could find you. Remember our days at Fontbonne together?

  • 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.

  • 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

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
and the clouds drifted over mindless borders

and were crucified.
the names of things, the orange and the lemon
the midnight zither and the bluebird plans

the tissue paper birthdays at a secret command
all disappeared, their ribbons curling.
all but the names we taught our children to revere and

year past year,
never to split the silver from the rains,
to refrain from negating the Soul.

and ever to stow the...

Read the full of The Names Of Things

Vivid

in memory of my grandmother, Lucy White Young

these peripheral fairy stories
I still wind
on a reel of gold

even if the pictures are flickering
in this Celluloid mirror
and the glass slipper slips to the stones

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