D G Moody

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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.

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In Memoria Canis

A year to the day since our Springer Spaniel died; The human condition is such that I still miss him. I'd written some thoughts then, which I've revised here.
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Valentine

My annual Valentine poem for my wife, which I'll put in a home made card.
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Dark Night of the Soul

The dark night of the soul is a recognised period of spiritual development; when the person can lose all belief until the self as ego is abandoned. The two saints who exemplified this for me are St John of The Cross, and St Therese of Lisieux, (image courtesy of Wikimedia Commons)
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Cherry

A Murmuration of Starlings

Why Starlings gather in their murmurations (from the sound they make) is still a mystery, and long may it be so. We are fortunate in having had some good displays this winter, in the nearby RSPB nature reserve.

Aubade

It is in the early hours around three, that we come awake, (hence the title) and can fall prey to thinking. Aubade was also a title of one of Larkins poems, which we have been reading in my poetry group. And as much as I admire Larkin it is a very bleak poem (it wouldn't be Larkin otherwise); my poem is less bleak and offers a reconciliation of sorts with memories persistence. (Image courtesy of Pixabay)

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156 of my comments have received 161 Great Feedback votes

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After reading yours, I just

Posted on Thu, 29 Feb 2024

After reading yours, I just wanted to book our first trip away in wee caravan; and no rain! We must be getting all that passes over you; anyway, nice one again Rhiannon.

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Thanks Jenny. I think what

Posted on Sun, 25 Feb 2024

Thanks Jenny. I think what put us off, is that we heard so much about the 'yoof' descending in swarms into Cornwall during summer, plus the holiday lets (which we also have in Norfolk). In contrast, for less travelling we can find ourselves 'oop...

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Posted in The Fish Hawker

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So true Luigi; and we only

Posted on Wed, 28 Feb 2024

So true Luigi; and we only have to turn on the news to see how far we've strayed.

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Posted in A Thought

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True words Rhiannon; that for

Posted on Tue, 27 Feb 2024

True words Rhiannon; that for all their moments of rebellion they also need boundaries to feel both safe and free to grow. Funnily enough the same is for dogs.

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Posted in Happy families!

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Lovely poem Jenny, and

Posted on Sun, 25 Feb 2024

Lovely poem Jenny, and congrats for the cherries. Oddly enough I've never been to Cornwall - Devon was my limit; probably due to distances - the same takes me north, where I love to be.

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Posted in The Fish Hawker

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Evocative for me, of how John

Posted on Sun, 25 Feb 2024

Evocative for me, of how John Lennon composed his lyrics - a worthy cherry Ed.

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Posted in Catch-me-if-you-can

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The diference between a weed

Posted on Sat, 24 Feb 2024

The diference between a weed and a flower can be just a judgement - good poem. 

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Posted in Weeding

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That great mystery, what was

Posted on Sat, 24 Feb 2024

That great mystery, what was there before the universe, and if the universe did not have a cause, what caused it? Anyway, a lovey poem - thank you.

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Posted in That first light

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A fascinating read  Rhiannon;

Posted on Tue, 20 Feb 2024

A fascinating read  Rhiannon; and I can see I will need to come back to it a few more times; but from what I can understand so far, it is the unanawered question of the first cause, which for many is God.

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Posted in Precision-Controlled Complex Chemistry

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Well, I'm glad you did post

Posted on Tue, 20 Feb 2024

Well, I'm glad you did post it Ewan; and I could discern a story - the expat in Spain maybe? And the tone reminded me a bit of Eliot - the measuring out in spoons was a great line.

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Posted in Afternoons Without Spoons

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