Murray's Poetry 1-5

 

#1. Some of Murray S. Fenwick's Poetry

Index: Table Of Contents 

I have never used a pen name. I partly came from "Sidney By The Sea" on Vancouver Island, British
Columbia, Canada. There was a certain way that the streets were laid out in Sidney in the downtown area.
I happened to live on 3rd. Street. I was going to have a pen name at one time named Mr. 3rd. Street or just 3rd. Street. I have never used this pen name but in the future I might. Thank you readers. One
of my other Pen Names I have had since the 1960's is Mr. or Mrs. Goody Goody or just Goody Goody and is used by myself when I am opposing something that I think is bad which I call  Mr. or Mrs. Bady Bady or just Bady Bady. At times I change the spelling of these words. Another pen name of
mine is "Trudge-A-Man."

#1. wind rose witch rose: religion is white witchcraft. White witchcraft is not the black arts

#2. wicca in the wind: religion is wicca. Wicca is basically the same as White Witchcraft

#3. to be nearer you: religion is white witchcraft

#4. Boo, she feels like sponge cake: Religion is witchcraft

      I, Murray S. Fenwick, wrote this poem, song, about the years of 1984-1985 Anno 

      Domini, when I lived in Nanaimo, Vancouver Island, British Columbia, Canada. I 

      lived in an old house quite near to Departure Bay where The British Columbia

      Ferries dock at and quite near to The Born Again Christian Church that I was

      attending at the time. I remember writing this poem, song, while lieing down on the

      house back steps in the sun shine and having a really good time doing so. ... I,

      Murray S. Fenwick, wrote this poem all by myself. This poem, song, is about a little

      child girl about 4 years of age who I had known in Victorias, B.C., when I had lived 

      there. I had previously lived on Gabriola Island for at least about 8 years continuously.

      I came to know this little girl by walking about Beacon Hill Park. She was always with

      her Mom and Dad walking with them about Beacon Hill Park too. I just happened to 

      talk with this nice family in Beacon Hill Park a number of times about religious matters 

      and they were interested in Jesus Christ and The Lord Buddha too. 

      

      Thank you Readers very much,

      Signed 

      Murray S. Fenwick

       

       

#5. there is a way up through the roof: Religion is witchcraft

#6. I have herbs in the country: Religion is wicca

#7. tea is a wicca woman: Religion is wicca

#8. Wicca: Religion is wicca

#9. every spring: Familiar Spirits are also called Elemental Spirits and Nature Spirits and The Little
                         People. Familiar Spirits can also be called Your Guardian Angels.

#10. friendly is my familiar spirit: Religion is Familiar Spirits

#11. Rave: Religion is shamanism. Shamanism can be a part of Shintoism. Shintoism can be a small
       Ecumenical movement by itself.

#12. I loved my friend shaman: Religion is shamanism

#13. Indian man lived by a path on the coast: Religion is shamanism
       Indian woman lived by a path on the coast: Religion is shamanism

#14. the ruby bearers: Religion is shamanism

#15. we have shiva ministeries: Religion is hinduism the god shiva

#16. Crane: Religion is Shinto

#17. He stopped beside Abraham and Sarah's Tent : Religion is Ortodox Judaism

#18. the chariots of the gods in the sky above: Religion is Orthodox Judaism

#19. your bones: Religion is Orthodox Judaism

#20. buddha man lived by a path on the coast: Religion is Buddhism
       buddha woman lived by a path on the coast: Religion is Buddhism

#21. I have seen my Buddhist family grow up: Religion is Buddhism

#22. Buddhism and the stove person: Religion is Buddhism

#23. Tibetan man lived by a path in the mountains: Religion is Buddhism
       Tibetan woman lived by a path in the mountains: Religion is Buddhism

#24. I loved her more than life itself: The Gods of Ancient Egypt were many wonderful Spirits of
       Light.
       The Gods of Ancient Egypt were also The Twelve Archangels.
       The Gods of Ancient Egypt were also The Nature Spirits.
       The Gods of Ancient Egypt were also "The Heads Of The Nature
       Spirits Called The Kings."

#25. The Irish floor woman

#26. Mexican Woman Heavens Delight

#27. Sweden, Pony

#28. An American Woman Called Chasis, Body Ville

#29. Rainbow Is Our Name

#30. Poor Little Pot Barleys

#31. Israeli Style, Wandering Roe

#32. Mexican Woman, Mexican Days

#33. WL Means Wonderful Ladies

#34. "Behind" The Drape of Rape Street

#35. The Glass Makers Of The Glass House

#36. Satan

#37. Satan The Vegetarian

#38. lazy men

#39. The Inch Men

#40. The Man From City Hall
       The New-Mad

#41. The Man From City Hall
       Mr. New-Mad

#42. The Golden Forty Niners

#43. the old buddhist

#44. the shinto milky temple way

#45. I Am The Mexican Pick Head

#46. Blue Buddha

#47. Caesar-Us

#48. To:
        Mr. Time Keeper, Management

#49. Satan said "Glory Be"

#50. Tuesday, September 16, 1969
       The Martlet, University Of Victoria Newspaper.

       Buttle Lake

#51. i'm leaving you this poem

#52. THE AUCTION DATA FOR THE NEW WORLD

#53. BEFORE BEING THANKFUL

#54. FASHION COMPASSION

#55. In The Garden Of Eden

1. witchcraft
    mother goddess
    green goddess, the horned god

    the mother goddess is wind rose
    the witch high priestess is witch rose

    wind rose
    wind rose
    lovely is wind rose
    covens sing her song
    maidens laughing cry
    witch rose brings her by
    lovely is wind rose

    witch rose
    witch rose
    shellfish to her ears
    hear the passing years
    celibate all her years 
    called all her years
    witch rose holds her tears
    lovely is witch rose

    witch rose
    witch rose
    witch rose heard her call her
    witch rose did not falter
    witch rose runs the alter
    lovely is witch rose

    wind rose
    witch rose
    I wind rose upon her face
    I wind rose upon her lace
    I wind rose through her hair
    I wind rose forever there
    you are lovely witch rose

    wind rose
    witch rose
    thou are lovely wind rose


2. wicca

    Wicca In The Wind

    wicca in the wind
    knowone knows where she had bin
    she came by then just blew in
    wicca in the wind

    wicca in the wind
    she came by the other day
    it would sound blue
    to say i love you
    but it is true
    wicca in the wind

    i asked her to stay home with me
    and the spirit breeze
    passing through the trees
    said yes to me
    wicca in the wind

    her rubber boots
    standing by the doorway
    i wanted her to sleep my floor away
    for the draft
    blew the dust
    into cobweb corner
    wicca in the wind
    had moved in


3. wicca

    To Be Nearer You

    dinner last night
    unfit for two
    wiccans in the night
    buying a worn out shoe
    that was supposed to satisfy
    not mortify the flesh
    of me and you

    but down that lonely road we went
    your money spent
    t'was the thought, thank you
    not the shoe
    that kept me in love with you
    that kept me in love with you

    airplanes commin
    airplanes goin
    the wind blowin
    boats a movin
    spray a flyin
    I'm a diein
    to be nearer you

    let's do it again
    aint it plain
    that over turkey
    over stew
    over a cooked up shoe
    I'm in love with you
    I'm in love with you


4. white witchcraft

    This is the poem-song, that I wrote when I was lieing down on my house's back 

    steps  when I lived in Nanaimo. This poem is about a Loveable 24 year old Girl I met  

    in Beacon Hill Park in Victoria, B.C. This Lovely Girl was always with her Mom and Dad 

    walking about Beacon Hill Park. I came to knowing this Lovely Girl by talking with her 

    Mom and Dad about Religious Matters about The Lord Jesus Christ and also about 

    Buddha. I met these people about the years of 1983-1984 Anno Domini in Beacon 

    Hill Park. I think that I will always remember "The Sweet Innocence" of this Lovely 24 

    year old Girl. I, Murray S. Fenwick, wrote this poem-song in the years of 1984-1985

    Anno-Domini.

    Thank you very much Readers,

    Signed,

    Murray S. Fenwick.  

     
    Boo, she feels like sponge cake
    her lips are Cupids love mate
    to me her hearts a clear lake
    this Boo, my girl of sunbeams

    below my weepers willow
    her hair's a golden pillow
    for this hopefully winsome fellow
    oh, Boo, my girl of sunbeams

    her eyes are brooks of moon light
    looking to me thru the dark night
    filling my heart with tigers might
    this Boo, my girl of sunbeams

    but in the day time
    she sparkles like the sun
    on dancing lakes gone by
    she reminds this guy of sunbeams

    Boo, she feels like witch cake
    her lips are the witche's love mate
    to me her hearts a clear lake
    this Boo, my witch of sunbeams

    below the witches willow
    her hairs a witches pillow
    for this bewitched winsome fellow
    oh Boo, my witch of sunbeams

    her eyes are brooks of moon light
    looking to me thru the dark night
    filling my heart with witches might
    this Boo, my witch of sunbeams

    but in the day time
    she sparkles like the sun
    dancing on lakes gone by
    witch reminds this guy of sunbeams


5. white witchcraft

    there is a way up threw the roof

    within this room
    with you woman, witch
    there is a way up threw the roof

    as long as you are hear
    we will go up there together
    and stand upon the ridge pole of the roof
    as long as your face lovely witch
    shines forth the truth
    as your mothers bringing womb
    brought forth beautiful you
    into this world
    to go up through the roof
    we will go and stand upon the ridge pole together

    and unlike the rain
    no matter how soft it is in its coming
    you are witch in your coming
    or soft it is in its wooden barrel
    you are witch in your wooden bed
    no matter how hard it is in its coming
    you are witch in your coming
    or hard it is in its wooden barrel
    you are witch in your wooden bed
    your face will never go down as low
    as the fascia wood, or face wood, is to the ridge pole of the roof
    nor will your face run away and shake in life
    like the rain runs down the shakes of the roof
    into the gutter that is nailed onto the low fascia wood, or face wood
    to carry it you away
    as long as your truth shines forth
    like your mothers womb that brought forth loftily, lovingly, loving truth you

Murray's Poetry 6-10

6. wicca 

    i have herbs in the country
    i have herbs in my hair

    i have herbs in the city
    i have herbs everywhere

    i have herbs in my kitchen
    i have herbs in my pans
    i have herbs in my pocket
    i have herbs in my hands

    i have herbs in my window
    drying in the sun
    i have herbs in my drawer
    prepared for everyone

    i have herbs for the birdies
    i have herbs for the cat
    i have herbs for the  fish pond
    all things like that

    i have herbs cause they're healthy
    i have herbs cause they're fun
    i have herbs cause they help me
    they help every wicca one


7. wicca

    tea is a wicca woman
    of a fine drink
    she comes in many flavours
    and hot, warm or cold
    her cup is many shapes also
    and is lovely to hold

    she is set upon the table
    for the enjoyment of a good wicca man
    and silver and gold cutlery are her adornment
    she both fills her man's stomach before a meal
    and washes it down after
    in her wicca man's hands she is always found

    the cupboard seldom keeps her
    she is always in demand
    wicca men never go without her

    wicca men know the value
    of tea of a wicca woman
    of a fine drink


8. Wicca

    an old marriage tradition in Europe is to sprinkle The Herb Rosemary                   

    onto the wedding bed of the just married

    "to hear you Miss Nightingale
    sing The Song Of Rosemary"

    born in the north land
    in a wiccan cabin
    born light blond
    dusted in sun light
    eyes the hue of blue twilight
    set in silver moon glow
    she's young as the summer dawn
    she's strong as the rising sun

    wicca is as wise as the winter
    wicca is fresh as the spring
    wicca is growing like summer
    wicca is full as the fall

    one day i  saw her
    in a warm pale
    rich as the cream
    fresh as the kale
    growing near the apple tree

    wicca is as wise as the winter
    wicca is fresh as the spring
    wicca is growing like summer
    wicca is full as the fall

    i went down to see wicca
    in the door of her tent i found her
    standing by mirror lake
    she waited with her herb cake
    green hills were in her reflection
    she asked me "do you want more"
    i said "to hear you, Miss Nightingale
    sing The Song Of Rosemary"

wicca is as wise as the winter
wicca is as fresh as the spring
wicca is growing like summer
wicca is full as the fall

9. familiar spirits

    familiar spirits are also called elemental spirits
                               also called the little people
                               also called nature spirits
                               also called guardian angels

    every Spring
    after the snow runs away
    and the bull rushes are up
    and there is the voice of the Jay
    when The Horned God goes away to lay
    the memory of Hillary the Air dale
    and Thomas the tom cat
    come out to play
    with the Indian Spirits
    and The Nature Spirits of the forest

    all summer long
    you can hear their song
    enlivening the marshes
    and the lakes with laughter
    in the human heart the memory
    of Hillary the Air dale
    and Thomas the tom cat
    playing with this and with that
    with the Indian Spirits
    and The Nature Spirits of the forest

    when fall comes
    with its smells in the air
    and the animals hair is thickened
    the memory of Hillary The Airdale
    and Thomas the tom cat
    know what is best
    and lay down to rest with The Green Goddess
    until the sun of the next Spring
    warms the memory with Hillary The Air dale
    and Thomas the tom cat
    that runs the human hearts away like the snow
    as they play with the Indian Spirits
    and with The Nature Spirits of the forest


10. white witchcraft

      friendly is my white witch spirit guide
      friendly is a friend to me
      he is a white lion inside
      you do not always see him here
      you do not always feel his presence
      but he is here
      and so is his presence

      in the depth of my yearning
      from the deep within
      i found my big white lion
      and about him a tale to spin

      friendly has big whiskers
      to tell tale each dark room
      that i follow him through

      there is no elephant
      to catch him us there
      we always see his tusks in the night
      and kill him

      friendlies eyes are lights a-shining
      they are great white light lamps in the night
      no-thing lives who meets him us there
      for his claws go through the night

      friendly is my white witch spirit guide
      friendly is a friend to me
      he is a white lion inside
      you do not always see him here
      you do not always feel his presence
      but he is here
      and so is his presence

Murray's Poetry 11-15

 

11. shamanism

      rave

      i never took flight
      until i married my raven

      eagles had to roll over
      and look up to see us
      no clouds were to high for our perch
      and no valley to low
      to feel the soul of our wandering

      the sound of my ravens wings
      were my ravens call to me
      the sounds of the winds through the trees
      brought my ravens calls to me

      my ravens heart was red
      the hearts membrane was a white quilt
      raven rent it upon our wedding bed
      and filled my yearning with the nest
      then gave me a quilt of white and red

      our food we harvested from the land
      our food we harvested from the air
      our food we harvested from the sea
      raven prepared it wonderfully

      my raven loved shamanism our lord
      the scent of the spirit raven said at times
      was like the breezes in coastal spring air
      i followed these breezes
      i was fooled
      i found my raven there
      raven was prepared wonderfully

      my raven kindled a living fire
      as my raven fed that fire
      ravens living gently consumed me

      i loved my raven

      rave


12. shamanism

      i loved my friend shaman
      his face i did behold
      the blubber we rolled in
      was the colour of gold
      it was as high as the polar ice
      shaman had the eyes of a friend

      necklaces of ice he gave me
      each ice crystal was like a truth
      they melted down into my heart

      shaman had the eyes of the great white spirit
      through the visions he gave me
      i learned how to spirit talk
      through the visions he gave me
      i learned how to spirit walk

      i called him shaman the great white spirit
      i called him shaman the great white spirit
      i called him shaman the great white spirit

      shaman came with the truth
      all over the north
      all over the arctic
      shaman went over the north pole itself

      shaman brought warm changing to the frigid north
      shaman planted the shaman truth in that land

      i bless his spirit where ever i am


13. shamanism

      roses could be changed to dogwood flower
      or any other flower that is your favourite

      indian man lived by a path on the coast
      it was a windy coastal path
      but the flower called roses walked with him
      they did not grow by the path
      through shamanism they grew within him

      indian man was a good man
      his strength filled the air
      it traveled in the water currents of the coast

      there were no flowers on that path
      there was no need to be
      indian man was there
      stars were not in his eyes
      a good man was
      his look was as tall as the cedar tree
      his strength was as strong as the fir tree
      and the sky he looked up into
      through shamanism
      was not as high for him
      as it was for others

      he was lit by different than the light of the moon
      he was filled with the spirit of the shaman
      indian man was a good man

      indian woman lived by a path on the coast
      it was a windy coastal path
      but the flower called roses walked with her
      they did not grow by the path
      through shamanism they grew within her

      indian woman was a lovely woman
      her fragrance filled the air
      it traveled in the water currents of the coast

      there were no flowers on that path
      there was no need to be
      indian woman was there
      stars were not in here eyes
      a lovely woman was
      her look was as tall as the cedar tree
      her strength was as strong as the fir tree
      and the sky she looked up into
      through shamanism
      was not as high for her
      as it was for others

      she was lit by different than the light of the moon
      she was filled with the spirit of the shaman
      indian woman was a lovely woman


14.Satanism!

      indian reservations

      the ruby bearers
      their canoes are made of red cedar
      one tree all the way through
      the indian ruby is their cargo
      and is beautiful sitting in the bottom of the canoe
      their paddles are made of yellow wood
      and dig deep into the turmoiled waters of the coast

      they pass islands
      the scenery of the coast slips by
      swimmers swim out to meet the canoes
      as indian ruby dives into the ocean near a whirl-pool
      the indian ruby is strong and swims safely past the whirl-pool

      the whirl-pool is symbolical for the struggles of married life

      later the small whirl-pools are used by indian ruby
      to go to the ocean floor and harvest shellfish
      the indian ruby lives and lives
      in her spirit she will never die
      with her life she does not even cry

      the indian ruby is ashore
      the indian ruby says i am indian ruby
      the indians say yes we agree

      the canoes depart
      as the indian ruby is escorted to the big house
      after the chieftain has opened her up
      as though a loving hand had passed through her lips
      and dashed her teeth with heart drinks
      and the indians have cast their love wish onto her
      the indian ruby is escorted out of the big house
      and recieves useful tools
      that need not prove their worth

      she leaves with four eyes
      two of her own
      and those of the spirit of satan
      wandering in they eyes of the indian ruby

      then those very indians
      who said they were as tall as the cedar tree
      and as strong as the fir tree
      talked to one another
      and seriously make mention of the integrity of the indian ruby bearers

      Satan be damned this is Indians!


15. Hinduism, The God Shiva. With some variations.

      we are the shiva ministeries
      we took them walking
      and we walked them right into god

      we disappeared into shiva that day
      like the vapour mist of the morning
      disappears into the sun

      shiva had called two of his own out of the assembly that day
      and said that they were two of his chalices made of milk glass
      he had given them to the ministeries to care for.
      That day shiva instructed us to bring them into his spirit
      to bow down to the one
      who poured out his spirit
      to fill their cup with his wine

      shiva had instructed these two chalices to the shiva ministeries for care
      and they listened to shivas tteachings
      and they obeyed shivas teachings
      that day the shiva ministeries led them into god
      they remained there in silent humility before shiva

      the shiva ministeries read very lovingly the words of shiva
      and the two milk chalices agreed
      and they said we agree
      then shiva anointed a chain of gold
      and passed it through their hearts
      to each other

      then the shiva ministeries
      led them out from god
      and the two milk chalices disappeared as one
      back into the shiva assembly
      like the vapour mist of the morning
      disappears into the sun

      at the end of the service
      the shiva ministeries led the church out from god
      and sent them away to their homes
      that is when the shiva man
      took the shiva woman
      for a walk in the garden of lotuses
      and as she lay in the grasses of that place
      and held him into her bossom
      the shiva man took his one
      who had never before been embraced
      and as he entered into heaven
      through her pearly gate
      she took him into paradise

      thus they began eternal life together

      the shiva ministeries had an eye for god
      and could see the ones that came shivas way


      we are the Christian Ministeries
      we took them walking
      and we walked them right into Jesus Christ

      we through worshipful praise
      disappeared into The Lord that day
      like the vapour mist of the mere morning of man
      disappears into The Son

      Jesus had called two of his own out of The Church Assembly that day
      and said that they were two of his chalices made of milk glass
      He had given them to us, The Ministeries to care for
      that day Jesus instructed us to bring them into His Spirit
      The Holy Spirit through worshipful praise
      and to have them bow down to The One
      who poured out His Spirit
      to fill their cup with His New Wine

      Jesus had instructed these two milk chalices
      to go to The Born Again Christian Ministeries for care
      and they listened to Jesus's teachings
      and they obeyed Jesus's teachings
      that day The Christian Ministeries led them into God
      they remained there in silent humility before Christ

      The Christian Ministeries read very lovingly the words of Christ
      and the two milk chalices agreed
      and they said we agree
      then Jesus anointed a chain of gold
      and passed it through their hearts
      to and for each other

      then The Christian Ministeries
      led them out from God
      and the two milk chalices disappeared as one
      back into The Christian Assembly
      like the vapour mist of the mere morning of man
      disappears into The Son

      at the end of The Church Service
      The Christian Ministeries led The Church out from God
      and sent The Church Assembly away to their homes
      that is when The Christian man
      took The Christian woman
      for a walk in The Garden Of Spiritual Eden
      and as she lay in the grasses of that place
      and held him into her bosom
      The Christian Man took his woman
      who had never before been embraced
      and as he entered into heaven
      through her pearly gate
      she took him into Paradise Of Spiritual To Natural Heaven

      thus they began eternal life together

      The Christian Ministeries had an eye for God
      and could see the ones that came Jesus"s Way