Gina Marie Moody

Rookie (August ^th,1964 / Denver Colorado)

Gina Marie Moody Poems

1. She Haunts 2/5/2005
2. The Inconceivable Epiphany 2/5/2005
3. Unveiled Passion 2/5/2005
4. Solid Oak 7/30/2005
5. Book Burner 7/30/2005
6. Phantom Companion 7/30/2005
7. Intellectual Irony 7/30/2005
8. Serene Indulgence 2/5/2005
9. You 2/5/2005
10. Frigid Temptations 2/20/2005
11. A Buried Legacy 2/20/2005
12. Let Old Bones Lie 2/5/2005
13. Peripheral Vision 2/6/2005
14. Yellowed Pages 2/19/2005
15. Lucid Dreams 2/19/2005
16. Because You Love Me? 2/5/2005
17. Who Are You 2/5/2005
18. The Approaching Dawn 2/5/2005
19. Something Within 2/5/2005
20. Slipping Away 2/5/2005
21. Chasing The Fairytale 2/5/2005

Comments about Gina Marie Moody

  • Craig Hunnel (6/26/2006 11:18:00 PM)

    How great it is to read your obvious talent. Your usxe of style and genre makes an understatement in your words and meaning
    It's funny, all I can remember is your floppy black hair and tilted head anytime Bill and I did anything.
    Keep up the good work.
    I hope that you enjoy your gift. It is a special gift endowed on you, to use to bring peace, happiness, and hope to others. That's why people read poetry- But why do others write?
    that is a question to ponder as you embellish your next quest.
    I am looking forward to it.
    Rev. Craig A. Hunnel, Sr.
    Ceres Valley View Church of the Nazarene
    Ceres, CA

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Best Poem of Gina Marie Moody

Who Are You

I thought I knew you
despite the radical mood swings
and irrational perceptions
that now seem to be
the substance
that invents your being.

I am convinced
I did not know you...
I am left to wonder
just what it was I saw.
Perhaps your demons
possessed me...
Just who the hell are you,
do you even know?

There was a time
when your paranoid delusions
were familiar interactions
that we shared.
It is with these bits of illusion
that I walk away.
I wonder as I leave
If you had ever
truly seen me. ...

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The Approaching Dawn

You live beneath a setting sun;
each day brings
a forthcoming end.
Retreating sun beams
dance 'cross your sky
while warped illusions
paint your name.

The big picture has slipped

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