Mary Angela Douglas


Mary Angela Douglas Poems

961. What If The Flowers Took Flight 3/17/2016
962. Words Without Meaning 3/17/2016
963. Transfiguration Of The Little Mermaid 3/17/2016
964. Music Box Redux 3/17/2016
965. The Story Behind The Story Keeps Unwinding 3/17/2016
966. Silk Sceening The Day The Blue And The Green Intensities 3/17/2016
967. The Singular Dream Of The Elephant Man 4/15/2016
968. In The Studio Of The Departing Aviator 4/16/2016
969. Saturday Praised 4/16/2016
970. Deep In Our Enchantments 4/16/2016
971. I Am Going Away Where Words Are Not Arguments 4/17/2016
972. Roses, Roses, Roses 4/19/2016
973. Old Alphabets Haunt My Dreams 4/19/2016
974. Could There Have Been A Day In Ancient Greece 4/20/2016
975. Promised 4/21/2016
976. The Many Coloured Horse 4/21/2016
977. To My Sister From The Pale Blue Toyroom 4/21/2016
978. The Xylophone Remembrances 4/25/2016
979. Commencement 4/25/2016
980. Dear God Lift The Lid Off The Box I Am In 4/25/2016
981. Gingerbread With Silver Beaded Buttons 4/25/2016
982. Something Will Be Lost 4/25/2016
983. Big Rock Redux 4/25/2016
984. In Search Of The Myth To Wrap Herself In 5/1/2016
985. Once In The Gold Of The Day We Wore Blue Dresses 5/2/2016
986. Outpost 5/2/2016
987. The President Of Peppermint 5/7/2016
988. Oh God Wedged In, I Praise 5/15/2016
989. We Move Through Space 5/24/2016
990. The Rose And The Gold Has Lined His Mind 5/24/2016
991. We'll Wear White Like The Bride Dolls 5/24/2016
992. On Receiving A 50 Lb. Carton Of The Great Books 5/27/2016
993. The World Of Trees 5/29/2016
994. To Sharon F. Douglas, My Sister 6/3/2016
995. Let Birdsong Come 6/6/2016
996. How To Create Time 6/10/2016
997. Greeting Card 6/10/2016
998. The Secret Land 6/11/2016
999. Margins 6/12/2016
1000. Coming Back To The Hedges In Bloom 6/12/2016

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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For Ireland Always

FOR IRELAND ALWAYS

three silver stories have I kept
and the Trinity rising
the Trinity rising like spelled seas wept

the grey seas, the ceaseless seas
and the ones of fallow green
the feather edged without flying,

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