Mary Angela Douglas

Mary Angela Douglas Poems

1121. Little Bugs 8/15/2016
1122. Was I By The Ochre Or The Rubied Trees 8/18/2016
1123. The Kingdom Of Maraschinos 8/20/2016
1124. Premonition 8/20/2016
1125. A Final Thing To You Will Be Said 8/20/2016
1126. Unknown Hearts 8/20/2016
1127. Questionnaire Concerning The White Horses 8/23/2016
1128. Lunch Money 8/23/2016
1129. The Faille Snows 8/23/2016
1130. They Have Whirred Into The Silent Worlds 7/2/2016
1131. You're The One That Wanted To Fly Out The Window 7/2/2016
1132. We Once Heard What Cannot Be Unlearned 7/2/2016
1133. Demitasse 7/27/2016
1134. Reading The Book By Heart And In My Sleep 7/27/2016
1135. There Was A Piano That Hid The Sound Of Rains 7/27/2016
1136. Emily, No Letters In Hand 7/27/2016
1137. There Are Some Things That You Will Know 7/27/2016
1138. Or What They Were 7/29/2016
1139. It Grows Dim For The Astronauts 7/29/2016
1140. Lemon Stars Over The Patio 7/29/2016
1141. Lost Role 7/30/2016
1142. Balloons 9/22/2016
1143. Cherry Kerchief 9/23/2016
1144. Doll Poems 9/25/2016
1145. Have Chains Of Sadness Bound You 9/27/2016
1146. Treefall 9/28/2016
1147. On The Mirrors Of Arvo Part And His Departure 10/2/2016
1148. For The French Majolica Plate With Or Without Strawberries 10/4/2016
1149. The Wright Brothers Raid The Kitchen Drawer, December 1903 10/4/2016
1150. All 10/8/2016
1151. Since That Afternoon 10/13/2016
1152. Real Poetry Is A Haunted House 10/13/2016
1153. Over Spoken Word 10/15/2016
1154. Music Box 10/16/2016
1155. Were You 10/19/2016
1156. The Dream Of The Novel 10/20/2016
1157. A Ghost Story For Mr. Barrie 10/21/2016
1158. Grandmother Explains Paprika To Us At The Kitchen Table 10/21/2016
1159. Where Things Turn To Gold Of Their Own Accord 10/24/2016
1160. Theories Of Time In The Ice Cream Shoppe 10/24/2016

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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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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