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