D G Moody

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I have 98 stories published in 9 collections on the site.
My stories have been read 149812 times and 53 of my stories have been cherry picked.
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Douglas Moody

I live in a village near Cambridge and close to St Ives where my wife and I (with our Spaniel) enjoy country walking. When we can get away it is to the coast or up north and to Scotland, where I find my ancestral roots. I have dual Aussie and British nationality, from when I lived in Oz; and I’ve been fortunate (when younger) to have travelled through Asia to Europe; I’ve also spent time in Canada and the USA.

I’ve worked for the Aussie and local British governments, now gladly retired. My inner journey has taken me via the Jehovah’s Witnesses, Quakers, a Buddhist Monk, Christian monasticism, then a Catholic, finally to end up at our local Anglican church; now I’m content to let the mystery be!

I’ve been writing poetry for more than thirty years, so there is hope for me yet. My influences are from the lyrical tradition with some attempt at metre and rhyme. I don’t compose anything quickly, preferring to slowly craft my lines, the result being my own style and not what I’d consider to be in the contemporary fashion. What skill I possess seems to be more in shorter poems.

My stories

Stations of The Cross - Eighth Station

Simon of Cyrene helps Jesus carry the cross. Mark 15: 21 I had no interest in witnessing his shame, Until, I found myself in the crowd, crowing...

Stations of The Cross - Seventh Station

Jesus carries the cross. Mark 15: 20 Laughing, they spit into his face, Now their sport is over. As a man He submits to his disgrace, as He sways,...

Stations of The Cross - Sixth Station

Jesus scourged and crowned with thorns. Mark 15: 17 -19 Swish – thud! The first blow His lungs gasp. Swish – thud! With the second His flesh splits...

Stations of The Cross - Fifth Station

Jesus judged by Pilate Mark 15: 14,15 I ask, who would choose to govern the Jews? When it meant my arising early at three, To receive their high...

Stations of The Cross - Fourth Station

Peter denies Jesus. Mark 14.43-46 After the Passover, when Judas had left, The Master had told them he was going away. And like young children, they...

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166 of my comments have received 171 Great Feedback votes

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Pibokto here as well

Posted on Mon, 11 Dec 2023

A good poem - conveying the feeling of depressive winter weather; the language evoking the Piblokto feeling. I well recall ariving back in the UK in January (after many years), and being stunned by the grey weather. A well-deserved cherry.

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Evocative

Posted on Sat, 02 Dec 2023

I loved this; the way you evoke the lanscape through your descriptive language - I could feel how invigorating it was!

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Posted in Up to the Hoar Frost

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A novel approach.

Posted on Sun, 03 Dec 2023

I liked the way you've interpreted via the alphabetic letters. I must catch up on the previous ones.

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Posted in Love preparing for Incarnation (A_F)

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Thanks for your comments Turlough

Posted on Tue, 14 Nov 2023

Thank you Thurlough. The Japanese tanka form was one I've only come across myself recently; having a strict  5-7-5-7- sylable form over five lines (in English). The last two lines are meant to act as a counterpoint to the first three, but that...

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Posted in Breath

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Early Daffodils

Posted on Wed, 15 Mar 2023

I thought you expressed in a few lines what is the emergent beauty of the daffodils, especially now in our delayed spring; a nice one Rhiannonw. Dougie

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Remembrance of things past

Posted on Wed, 15 Mar 2023

I though you captured that time well, and reading reminded me of my own 'salad days'.

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Posted in Part Of Something Special

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Memories

Posted on Fri, 10 Mar 2023

your black and white ghost

running in the eternal mist.

This brought back recent memories of loosing our beloved dog. A good poem Paul

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Posted in Spring Skies (After the Dogs of Winter)

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We sit on our legs

Posted on Mon, 13 Feb 2023

Well done Jane; this got me into a poetic mood; about how I was once carried about on my legs when I broke through in jogging - came the day when I only had to summon my legs for a good run.

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Posted in These are the Legs I Ordered.

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Intriguing, more than is said.

Posted on Tue, 14 Feb 2023

Thanks for this Rhiannonw. I though it captured in its conversational tone, the chasm that can seperates a childs world frome that of us adults. Yes, reassure the child, but that face is very real to it.

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Green man still shoots as green

Posted on Mon, 06 Feb 2023

Thank you Jenny. And yes, I do so love the Green Man in our ancient island myths - or truths? I just wish he could still come striding in.

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Posted in Secrets Of A Green Man

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