Mary Angela Douglas

Mary Angela Douglas Poems

481. They'll Send You On Fool's Errands 2/25/2016
482. You Want To Write 2/25/2016
483. Never Sand Flowed Through Her Hours But Only Gold 2/25/2016
484. The World Is Full Of Scolding 2/25/2016
485. To Come Home 2/25/2016
486. Flower On A Stem 2/25/2016
487. Board Games 2/25/2016
488. Taking Care Of The Long Ago And Never Being A Good Fit At Work 2/25/2016
489. You Would Think 2/25/2016
490. Making Christmas Last Circa 1964 2/25/2016
491. In The Appled Garden With A Happier Ending 2/25/2016
492. The Pea Green Boat Was Leaking 2/25/2016
493. Blue Ribbons 2/25/2016
494. Green Ginger And The Reading Assigned 2/25/2016
495. Held Aloft By Angels Did He Depart (Or Just Like A Prism In Tears) 2/25/2016
496. Bears Can Be That Way 2/25/2016
497. Spelling Your Name In Stones 2/25/2016
498. Writing You On The Edge Of The Cloud That Flies 2/25/2016
499. Pinnochio, The Sequel 2/25/2016
500. Sidelining The Elephants 2/25/2016
501. Goodbye To The Elephants 2/25/2016
502. In Forests Of Calculated Nonsense 2/25/2016
503. Cotton Candy 2/25/2016
504. Beautiful The Essay That Doesn't Fade Away 2/25/2016
505. Remember To Be Happy You Exist 2/25/2016
506. Charm Bracelet 2/25/2016
507. The Froggie Lays Plans The Day Before 2/25/2016
508. Cinderella On Time 2/25/2016
509. Square Dance Dress In Pink At 12 Years Ago 2/25/2016
510. I Dream Of A Large Studio 2/25/2016
511. The Power Of No Words To Describe 2/25/2016
512. Van Gogh In The Photograph Outside The Frame 2/25/2016
513. Snow Maid The Page Before April 2/25/2016
514. When Poppies Mantled The Skies 2/25/2016
515. What Was It 2/25/2016
516. I Saw In Effigy The Prairies 2/25/2016
517. They Gave To You A Ring Of Tin 2/25/2016
518. God On His Long Trek Recognized 2/25/2016
519. On The Day You Choose 2/25/2016
520. Emergency Preparedness, Toto Not Left Behind 2/25/2016

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...

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Selling Garcia-Lorca

.'...a las cinco de la tarde' -Federico Garcia-Lorca

selling garcia-lorca
I walked to the edge of
the olive groved sea

and wept into it
the citrus stars shone
down on the last moon

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