Mai Venn

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Mai Venn Poems

1. The Irish Lament 4/15/2015
2. The Scale Of Liberty 4/15/2015
3. Help By Mai Venn 9/29/2015
4. Just Write 9/30/2015
5. Dreams For Ireland 9/30/2015
6. The History Books 10/4/2015
7. The Budget 10/7/2015
8. Will You Go By Mai Venn 10/14/2015
9. At War 9/27/2015
10. That Regime End 11/6/2015
11. November 2015 11/29/2015
12. I Am Sick And Tired. 12/7/2015
13. The Music Stopped 12/7/2015
14. Life Is A Gift 11/24/2015
15. Go 1/29/2016
16. The Ladder Of Life By Mai Venn 2/9/2016
17. Faults Prophets 2/17/2016
18. The Green, White And Gold 3/7/2016
19. Ireland Is A Awaiting 3/15/2016
20. Fight For The Right 3/28/2016
21. Stage Coach Of Fear 4/8/2016
22. Nelly Comes Back By Mai Venn 4/12/2016
23. A Cry For Change By Mai Venn 4/19/2016
24. Tell Me A Story By Mai Venn 4/25/2016
25. The Old Sweets Can. 4/27/2016
26. Gossip 4/24/2016
27. The Phantom Of Bosheen Lane By Mai Venn 4/28/2016
28. Senses Of Seasons 4/28/2016
29. Peace 5/2/2016
30. The Trail To Nowhere 5/3/2016
31. Fly Under The Sky 5/4/2016
32. Dream Of Inspiration 5/9/2016
33. My Homeland By Mai Venn 5/10/2016
34. Little Friend 5/18/2016
35. Gang War 5/27/2016
36. Telling Other What To Do. 6/12/2016
37. The Scented Spirit 6/17/2016
38. I Heard The Banshee Howl Last Night 6/23/2016
39. It Is Getting Worse 6/25/2016
40. The Cocoon Of Irish Life By Mai Venn 8/7/2016
Best Poem of Mai Venn

The Tears Of Ireland

It's time for me to write once more
But my mind flowed slow of inspiration
It's May Day, as I glance around

Apple blossoms nod in the breeze
Trees bloom green variations of shade
Across the fertile country of Ireland
Then petals fall like pink flakes of snow
Our pretty landscape is still and quite
Calm before a raging storm commences
Abortion looming over the realm
Austerity cuts the state in two

But yet

Apple blossoms nod in the breeze
Life goes on for the rich not the poor
Oppression and strife for the deprived ...

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Haunt Me No More

You come into my dreams,
I cannot stop you,
You enter the corridor of my most inner mind,
Plundering, trampling on my hopes of joy.
You, oh long shadow of what claims to be a nun,
A nun, who judges one
From whence they leave their mother's womb.
Judge not me- the fatherless one
But judge thy own self.

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