[PLEASE NOTE: All my poems are U.S. Copyrighted by date indicated at the bottom of the poem and all world-wide rights are reserved, including the right of translation into any language specifically to each and every poem and only to and for Mary Angela Douglas.]
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mary douglas Poems
Backstory Breakfast for 'The Emperor's N...
to my Grandmother the peacock visions preen: sheer emerald, turquise, gold paint dribbled dream
Last Minute Christmas Eve 1964
last minute drugstore gifts are best for pure excitement! someone's sure to want just one more box of chocolate covered cherries-
That Is The Script They Hand You
that is the script they hand you but this is the one you use please keep in mind
My Faberge Egg Is Hatching Little Stars
my faberge egg is hatching little stars, cut crystal- whole cherry orchards unrazed
to Juan Ramon Jimenez (1881-1958) Juan Ramon standing amid blue flowers did not hear me calling
In The Shoemaker's Shop
[once more, to The Brothers Grimm] how marvelous it seemed to you then the cobbler asleep at his bench
You Should Have Been Painted In A Lilac ...
you should have been painted in a lilac mist looking out to sea yet- holding the sea within.
Canticle to Robin Williams
for Robin Williams (July 21,1951-August 11,2014) 'send not to know for whom the bell tolls' -John Donne
In The Theatre Of Roses I Took My Seat
in the theatre of roses I took my seat. of course the cushions were rose velvet. now we begin.
True Reading Is First Reading
true reading is first reading; lullaby gold you've lost more than you know
The Library Of One
the library of one where green leaves shuttled through. pink clouds.
The Reeds On The Outer Banks
the reeds on the outer banks bend into a coral light and ferried from sight
Piano Recital With Pink Carnations, Red ...
to my Grandmother, Lucy W. Young and to my mother, Mary Adalyn Young Douglas ah breathlessly exquisite the carnation nosegay, pink spiced
Oh, Fasten The Moon With A Small Pearl H...
to my mother breaking off pieces of the stars, she tried not to cry. and this is for you, and half of it, for your sister.
Comments about mary douglas
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886)
(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616)
(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967)
Edgar Allan Poe
(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)
(31 May 1819 - 26 March 1892)
(16 August 1920 – 9 March 1994)
Backstory Breakfast for 'The Emperor's New Clothes'
to my Grandmother
the peacock visions preen: sheer emerald,
turquise, gold paint dribbled dream
down the chins of the boo-less
(don't eat so slow, dear)
with a thousand eyes blinking
losing the contest
if you'll stare hard enough, long enough
piercing through the sheen.
so the child at her oatmeal heard
her Grandmother; pouring the cream
like a lake into the bowl lit with
islands of pure marigold butter.
-study hard to know the angel music
beginning with the first measure
she twirled the piano stool that afternoon