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mai venn Poems

1. The Irish Lament 4/15/2015
2. The Scale Of Liberty 4/15/2015
3. Blackmail The Oppressed, Attachment Order, Why Don’t You? By Mai Venn 5/6/2015
4. School Days 5/11/2015
5. We Are Back 8/31/2015
6. The Winds Of Change 9/13/2015
7. Help By Mai Venn 9/29/2015
8. Just Write 9/30/2015
9. Dreams For Ireland 9/30/2015
10. The History Books 10/4/2015
11. The Budget 10/7/2015
12. Will You Go By Mai Venn 10/14/2015
13. That Regime End 11/6/2015
14. Why Kill? 11/15/2015
15. Who Do They Think They Are Fooling 11/19/2015
16. Life Is A Gift 11/24/2015
17. November 2015 11/29/2015
18. I Am Sick And Tired. 12/7/2015
19. The Music Stopped 12/7/2015
20. Unfinish Poem 1/13/2016
21. Vote 1/18/2016
22. Go 1/29/2016
23. The Ladder Of Life By Mai Venn 2/9/2016
24. Faults Prophets 2/17/2016
25. The Green, White And Gold 3/7/2016
26. Polly 3/9/2016
27. Ireland Is A Awaiting 3/15/2016
28. Poor Old Ireland 3/16/2016
29. Fight For The Right 3/28/2016
30. Gossip 4/24/2016
31. Two Catholic Girls Talking In 1963 4/24/2016
32. Tell Me A Story By Mai Venn 4/25/2016
33. The Old Sweets Can. 4/27/2016
34. Pondering On Life 4/27/2016
35. Till We Win Back The Right To Water 4/28/2016
36. The Phantom Of Bosheen Lane By Mai Venn 4/28/2016
37. Senses Of Seasons 4/28/2016
38. Walking By Mai Venn 4/29/2016
39. Peace 5/2/2016
40. The Trail To Nowhere 5/3/2016
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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