Mary Angela Douglas


Mary Angela Douglas Poems

601. The Snow Queen's Carol 3/1/2016
602. The Queens Of Hearts Discuss Certain Matters 3/1/2016
603. N.D.E.S And The Immortal Book At Hand 3/1/2016
604. To John Keats, Not Only Written On Water 3/1/2016
605. I Dreamed That Music Faltered 3/1/2016
606. Fall Into Books 3/1/2016
607. Suitcase 3/1/2016
608. And I Was Sipping In The Cherry Dark 3/1/2016
609. The Seventh Dimension Of Trees 3/1/2016
610. The Sky Behind You 3/1/2016
611. Beauty Floats Above In The Old Poems 3/1/2016
612. To The Princess Aurora After Giving It Some Thought 3/1/2016
613. Lost Voices Known Only To The Lord 3/1/2016
614. Clear Pink And Green Glassware In A Little House 3/1/2016
615. How Do You Feel About Rainbows 3/1/2016
616. For The Clouds As They Slip From View 3/1/2016
617. Is It The Tower Of Babel Then That You Are Making 3/1/2016
618. Who Wanted To Ask Why In A Thousand Colours 3/1/2016
619. Poetry With No Prizes 3/1/2016
620. Minor Divinity Desolation 3/1/2016
621. Raspberry Gingerale 3/1/2016
622. Home Ec Lament No.3 Or 4 And The Visionary Plumcake 3/1/2016
623. Cranking The Livelong Ice Cream Day 3/1/2016
624. These Trees, These Yellow Poplars 3/1/2016
625. Personal Day Out At The National Gallery 3/1/2016
626. Prang Sunrise And Castle 3/1/2016
627. Play In One Act 3/1/2016
628. What You Need Is A Kind Of Fort 3/1/2016
629. Pooh, It's A Day For Typos 3/1/2016
630. Cartwheel 3/1/2016
631. A Golden Ball Slips Down The Well And... 3/1/2016
632. Sidestepping The Classroom Slide Shows 3/1/2016
633. Jewelry Box Tune For Dorothy 3/1/2016
634. I Believe In The Mythical South 3/1/2016
635. And The Christmas Emmy Goes To... 3/1/2016
636. Beauty Of The Seven Dresses 3/1/2016
637. How Can They Speak At All 3/1/2016
638. So Shy In Our White Straw Bonnets 3/1/2016
639. They Will Want You To Tell The Story 3/1/2016
640. Oh, Washington 3/1/2016

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

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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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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