Mary Angela Douglas

Mary Angela Douglas Poems

481. Going Back 3/15/2016
482. What Words May Dream 3/15/2016
483. The Sky So Thick With Stars 3/15/2016
484. I'm Not A Wren I'm A Nightingale She Wept 3/16/2016
485. Lives Of The Saints On A Rusty Hinge I Dreamed 3/16/2016
486. Kitchen Conversation With Auntie Em 3/16/2016
487. Blue Sequins Over The Planet Blue 3/16/2016
488. Where The Butterscotch Sun Is 3/16/2016
489. Rose Carol Caroled And It Not Even Christmas 3/16/2016
490. Gerda Not Yet Among The Roses 3/16/2016
491. For Those I Tried To Find 3/16/2016
492. An Artist Of The North Country 3/16/2016
493. I Will Erase The Clouds Thought The Child 3/16/2016
494. When We Set Sail How Lilting Were The Notes 3/16/2016
495. Fire Opal 3/16/2016
496. One Day We'll Go To Crayon City 3/16/2016
497. The Illusions Of Glass As It Shatters 3/16/2016
498. They Do Not Mean The Things They Almost Say To You 3/16/2016
499. In The Beginning, Poetry Didn't Need Protocols 3/16/2016
500. Mr. Sycamore 3/16/2016
501. And The Skies Cried 3/16/2016
502. This Is The Map They Draw For You When You Are Far From Home 3/16/2016
503. Rapunzel In The Tower Waving Goodbye 3/16/2016
504. Having At Last So Many Things To Say 3/16/2016
505. Alice The Small And Brave Before The Fantastic 3/17/2016
506. Conestoga 3/17/2016
507. O Is It A Rose Red Sorrow We Are Made To Bear 3/17/2016
508. Questions To Ask Before Going Away 3/17/2016
509. To Ray Bradbury April 2015 3/17/2016
510. What You Couldn't See In The Picture 3/17/2016
511. All They Talk About Is You 3/17/2016
512. For All The Saints Who Go Back Into The Burning Building 3/17/2016
513. When You're That Person 3/17/2016
514. What If The Flowers Took Flight 3/17/2016
515. Words Without Meaning 3/17/2016
516. Transfiguration Of The Little Mermaid 3/17/2016
517. Music Box Redux 3/17/2016
518. The Story Behind The Story Keeps Unwinding 3/17/2016
519. Silk Sceening The Day The Blue And The Green Intensities 3/17/2016
520. To Whom Do Words Belong 3/17/2016

Comments about Mary Angela Douglas

  • 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?

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  • 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

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'

There Are Many Rooms

there are many rooms
but only one soul

there are many scenes
on your revolving stage

there is a curtain that
blows in and out
if you cross the room

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