Mary Angela Douglas


Mary Angela Douglas Poems

81. We Wondered Where They Had Gone, Marveled The Keepers Of The Cabinet Des Fees 7/27/2014
82. God Hoards Us: We Are His Gold 7/27/2014
83. Candy Cane 7/27/2014
84. Leaves 7/27/2014
85. The Day Your Mother Kept For You 7/29/2014
86. Valentine 7/29/2014
87. Who Will They Put In Charge Of Vanishing She Said Aloud 7/30/2014
88. Let's Have A Party! 7/30/2014
89. Quixote By Cloudlight Pitied Only 7/31/2014
90. Jumbled Sewing Basket, Green And White Wicker 7/31/2014
91. In Just One Week They Said That You Were Dead 8/1/2014
92. Pie Keepers. Cake Savers. Poetry Makers. 8/3/2014
93. On The So-Called Death Of The Romantics 8/6/2014
94. Then There Was Shining; Then There Was Music 8/6/2014
95. Cut To The Quick Of The Living Word 8/8/2014
96. Postcard For The Tin Soldier In Tintypes Of The Rose 7/24/2014
97. We Anchor In Mist And Dream We Sail 8/11/2014
98. The Flight Of Ideas From Here 8/14/2014
99. You Throw Yourself Away Or Think You Must 8/16/2014
100. Immortal Poetry, In The Shade Of His Hand Kept Alive 8/16/2014
101. Confetti Islands Dot The Map 8/24/2014
102. The Ghostly Poets Gather Their Writing Supplies 8/24/2014
103. Ferny Roses On Old China Appeared In My Dreams 8/24/2014
104. Small Fluted Pastel Paper Cups Held Coloured Almonds 8/24/2014
105. Particoloured Tears Are Falling Through The Evening, Blind 8/24/2014
106. Osip Mandelstam 8/24/2014
107. A Silver Branch Is Broken From 8/24/2014
108. Oh God If We Must 8/22/2014
109. Infractions Rained Down Tears 8/23/2014
110. The Snow Maid Dreams Of An Impressionists' Spring, A Few White Violets 8/24/2014
111. Cherry Pie Medley With A Peach Pocketbook 8/24/2014
112. Sunday Best Words Come Strolling 8/24/2014
113. Music Box Refrain On The Day Doc Watson Died 8/24/2014
114. The Golden Spindle Lies On The Floor 8/24/2014
115. Going North 8/24/2014
116. Ashputtel Has The Loveliest Dress 8/24/2014
117. Angel Taxi In The Last Of The Lemon Light Dream 8/24/2014
118. It's Clouded Roseberry; What Did You Put In This Jam? 8/24/2014
119. Anyone Can Do It And Taste Testing As We Go 8/24/2014
120. The Documents The Queen Must Never See 8/24/2014

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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