mai venn

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mai venn Poems

1. 1916 4/2/2015
2. 2015 4/3/2015
3. The Irish Lament 4/15/2015
4. The Scale Of Liberty 4/15/2015
5. Blackmail The Oppressed, Attachment Order, Why Don’t You? By Mai Venn 5/6/2015
6. School Days 5/11/2015
7. The Arival Of The Terrorist -new- 5/25/2015
8. Lady Of The Limelight 8/6/2013
9. Spark Of Light 10/13/2013
10. A Housewife Nay! 10/12/2013
11. Sunny Skies In Omagh 10/12/2013
12. Clouds And Sea 8/27/2013
13. Childhood Memories Of 1963 6/24/2013
14. Inspiration 10/1/2013
15. Nancy 11/18/2013
16. A Stroll Through Autumn 11/10/2014
17. Depressed 3/6/2014
18. The Ballymun Flats 10/2/2013
19. Seasons Beside The Barrow By Mai Venn 6/30/2014
20. By Candlelight 7/8/2013
21. Duncannon Harbour 9/17/2013
22. The Corridors Of Life 9/30/2013
23. The 4th Day Of Christmas 12/28/2014
24. The Cold Spell 2/15/2015
25. Where Are They 7/15/2013
26. I Am A Thinker By The Sea, 3/12/2015
27. Thought Of A First Time Mother. -new- 5/23/2015
28. Jukebox Blues 3/4/2015
29. Austerity 2/15/2015
30. Doors And Corridors’ Part One 3/12/2015
31. God Help Ireland 2/13/2015
32. Autumn 1/15/2014
33. A Country On Its Knees 11/24/2014
34. Freedom 7/6/2013
35. Banshee 7/6/2013
36. The Wee Fossil 6/30/2014
37. Oppression Of Ireland 1/12/2015
38. Commemoration Of 1798 7/8/2013
39. The Weapon By Mai Venn 2/18/2015
40. Haunt Me No More 7/6/2013
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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