Mary Angela Douglas

Mary Angela Douglas Poems

1401. If The Apple Blossom, The Cherry Or The Plum 3/9/2017
1402. On Beautiful Imagination 3/9/2017
1403. Imagination, Memory's Dower 3/9/2017
1404. Were You The Earthquake They Predicted 3/14/2017
1405. Child Of Immensity 12/15/2016
1406. Christmas Standing Still 12/16/2016
1407. Some Ballet 12/16/2016
1408. They Seem Afraid To Write About The Stars 12/16/2016
1409. Ghost Ships I Have Seen 12/17/2016
1410. Cinderella, Early Days Still 4/9/2016
1411. Identity Is The Music 3/26/2018
1412. How Beautiful They Stand 3/31/2018
1413. Folger's Theatre April 4,1988 8 P.M. Washington D.C. 3/31/2018
1414. Throwback 4/14/2018
1415. There Must Have Been A Reason 4/19/2018
1416. To My Mother By The Screen Door Of Heaven, Looking Out 4/27/2018
1417. To Ray Bradbury, Six Years Gone 4/28/2018
1418. The Spain Of My Mind, The Wind Of Gold 4/30/2018
1419. Morning Glory, Morning's Vine 5/1/2018
1420. There's An Angel For Going Out 5/17/2018
1421. On The Removal Of Certain Statues 5/20/2018
1422. Blue Light Scatters, Apart From The Rose Of Day 5/21/2018
1423. For Ireland Always 5/22/2018
1424. Dressed For The Occasion 5/25/2018
1425. Sometimes In My Dream There Is A Boat 5/28/2018
1426. Angels In Their Cloudy Dispositions 5/29/2018
1427. Lost Letter To Rilke 5/29/2018
1428. Wanted: A Small Room 9/1/2018
1429. Something For Arthur Rubinstein 9/1/2018
1430. To Our Lady Poverty 9/1/2018
1431. When I Was Queen Of The Paper Doll Stage (My Sister Too) 9/1/2018
1432. As I Stood Before The Looking Glass Wood 9/1/2018
1433. And The Incoming Tide 9/1/2018
1434. The Beautiful Things Not Playing Their Part 9/2/2018
1435. Seed Pearl Not The Rose 9/2/2018
1436. I Only See 9/2/2018
1437. To God My Father In The January Sleet Remembered 9/7/2018
1438. The King Of Small Hearts 9/7/2018
1439. Learning To Say 9/7/2018
1440. I Shall Miss Silver Buttons 9/7/2018

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...

Read the full of The Names Of Things

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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