Mary Angela Douglas

Mary Angela Douglas Poems

961. The Singular Dream Of The Elephant Man 4/15/2016
962. In The Studio Of The Departing Aviator 4/16/2016
963. Saturday Praised 4/16/2016
964. Deep In Our Enchantments 4/16/2016
965. I Am Going Away Where Words Are Not Arguments 4/17/2016
966. Roses, Roses, Roses 4/19/2016
967. Old Alphabets Haunt My Dreams 4/19/2016
968. Could There Have Been A Day In Ancient Greece 4/20/2016
969. Promised 4/21/2016
970. The Many Coloured Horse 4/21/2016
971. To My Sister From The Pale Blue Toyroom 4/21/2016
972. The Xylophone Remembrances 4/25/2016
973. Commencement 4/25/2016
974. Dear God Lift The Lid Off The Box I Am In 4/25/2016
975. Gingerbread With Silver Beaded Buttons 4/25/2016
976. Something Will Be Lost 4/25/2016
977. Big Rock Redux 4/25/2016
978. In Search Of The Myth To Wrap Herself In 5/1/2016
979. Once In The Gold Of The Day We Wore Blue Dresses 5/2/2016
980. Outpost 5/2/2016
981. The President Of Peppermint 5/7/2016
982. Oh God Wedged In, I Praise 5/15/2016
983. We Move Through Space 5/24/2016
984. The Rose And The Gold Has Lined His Mind 5/24/2016
985. We'll Wear White Like The Bride Dolls 5/24/2016
986. On Receiving A 50 Lb. Carton Of The Great Books 5/27/2016
987. The World Of Trees 5/29/2016
988. To Sharon F. Douglas, My Sister 6/3/2016
989. Let Birdsong Come 6/6/2016
990. How To Create Time 6/10/2016
991. Greeting Card 6/10/2016
992. The Secret Land 6/11/2016
993. Margins 6/12/2016
994. Coming Back To The Hedges In Bloom 6/12/2016
995. For Sharon In Summer 6/12/2016
996. The Rose Down Of The Sun Shall Ride 6/13/2016
997. The Secret 'i' 6/13/2016
998. Slides 6/16/2016
999. Advice For The Dedicated Reader Much Maligned 6/16/2016
1000. Time Is The Picture Book You Said 6/17/2016

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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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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