D G Moody

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I have 91 stories published in 9 collections on the site.
My stories have been read 75412 times and 48 of my stories have been cherry picked.
146 of my 666 comments have been voted Great Feedback with a total of 151 votes

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Douglas Moody

I’m now retired and living with my wife and Springer Spaniel in a village outside Cambridge U.K. I have dual U.K. and Australian citizenship, having lived in the latter and also travelled in Asia, in-between living in London for two years. I came back to the U.K. in 1993 as a Buddhist monk and was later involved in interfaith between Buddhist and Christian monasticism, which led to my returning to lay life. I now identify as a Christian – albeit with Buddhist influences!

My interests lie in writing – prose and poetry, informed by my experience of life plus religion, history, and current affairs. I also enjoy cooking, walking (with wife and dog), and the joys of friendship. I have previously posted on UKAuthors. My verse tends toward rhyming, but as a beginner I’m always willing to improve my craft.

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Don't look up

We live under the flight canopy of Duxford, and often see their vinatge planes above us. This time we were walking past the guided bus shelter, and noticed the row of commuters on their phones, while above......... (Image courtesy of TheotherKev from pixabay)
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The Selkie

A Much revised earlier poem, that I think improves on it 'Dree his weird' meaning - to follow his fate. Image from Pinterest.
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Rain on Red Earth

I was revising older poems, so posting this now under Inspiration point as a good place. Sleep out: an outside bedroom on a veranda - I've slept in a few. Iron roof: The traditional corrugated metal, cools quicker at night. Image courtesy of Wikimedia Commons.

The Devil Walked Out

We are 'doing' Stevie Smith in my poetry group, and I like her poetry. This is my homage to her style, inspired by her own 'God and the Devil'. (Image courtesy of Wikimedia Commons)
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Kali Yuga 2025

This is a retread of an older poem; and I felt I had to finish it to stop me sinking further into despair.The worst of it is that we have close friends in the U.S. who are telling us that they no longer recognise their own country. And no guessing who the hurdy-gurdy man is. (Image courtesy of Wolfgang Eckert from Pixabay)

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146 of my comments have received 151 Great Feedback votes

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If this is the first poem in

Posted on Sun, 21 Jul 2024

If this is your first poem in seven years - then bravo! And may your inspiration give us more!

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Posted in Making Potions

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She was, and still is, an

Posted on Thu, 21 Mar 2024

She was, and still is, an inspiration; not least in actually living her faith in that most hard of things - to forgive, as we are all forgiven - the very essence of Jesus' teaching. 

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Posted in Remembering Corrie ten Boom

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I read my own father in so

Posted on Mon, 26 Feb 2024

I read my own father in so much of your words; I felt you spoke for so many of us sons who never properly connected with their fathers; in particular with the generation that came back from WWII.

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Posted in Muscle memory

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The impression - of words

Posted on Fri, 16 Feb 2024

The impression - of words dancing - of Springs renewal - simply magic - a worthy poem of the week.

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Posted in Our Soil

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Show not tell, and here in

Posted on Mon, 15 Jan 2024

Show not tell, and here in elegant verse we have a whole story I found this poem delightful. A good one Rhiannon.

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Posted in Night Help

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Short and sweet, conveys in

Posted on Fri, 09 May 2025

Short and sweet, conveys in so few words the poppies essence - nice one Rhiannon

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Posted in Wild Welsh Poppies

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"and I would admire this

Posted on Thu, 01 May 2025

"and I would admire this toiled beauty" 

A lovely poem Jennifer, the way you take the reader into this scene with such language; a poem needing repeat readings aloud. And congrats on the well deserved awards.

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Posted in Triumphant Folly In The Park

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I too recall Ladybower; we

Posted on Fri, 02 May 2025

I too recall Ladybower; we visited there on a school trip when we still lived in the UK. And a good poem Rhiannon, the cost of our 'thirst' for more and more water - much of which is wasted.

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Posted in Save the rain!

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Christenings, marriages, then

Posted on Tue, 29 Apr 2025

Christenings, marriages, then funerals, it is all there in the words, as you say a strange day yesterday.

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Posted in E.

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Thanks Rhiannon . A lovely

Posted on Thu, 01 May 2025

Thanks Rhiannon . A lovely short poem that gives the essence of the wild flowers. And is it true that we can eat wild garlic?

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Posted in Wild Garlic, Ramsons

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