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. Thought Of A First Time Mother. 5/23/2015
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. Where Are They 7/15/2013
16. Nancy 11/18/2013
17. A Stroll Through Autumn 11/10/2014
18. The Arival Of The Terrorist 5/25/2015
19. Depressed 3/6/2014
20. The Ballymun Flats 10/2/2013
21. Seasons Beside The Barrow By Mai Venn 6/30/2014
22. By Candlelight 7/8/2013
23. Duncannon Harbour 9/17/2013
24. The Corridors Of Life 9/30/2013
25. The Wee Fossil 6/30/2014
26. The 4th Day Of Christmas 12/28/2014
27. The Cold Spell 2/15/2015
28. I Am A Thinker By The Sea, 3/12/2015
29. Jukebox Blues 3/4/2015
30. Austerity 2/15/2015
31. Doors And Corridors’ Part One 3/12/2015
32. God Help Ireland 2/13/2015
33. The Weapon By Mai Venn 2/18/2015
34. A Country On Its Knees 11/24/2014
35. Autumn 1/15/2014
36. Freedom 7/6/2013
37. Banshee 7/6/2013
38. Oppression Of Ireland 1/12/2015
39. Commemoration Of 1798 7/8/2013
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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Banshee

This fairy woman of Ireland, set in history to be forthwith.
Messenger of death, is part of our folklore and myth
There are many tales of her sorrowful sound and sad cry
The wailing lament of the Banshee sigh

While she waits, she combs her long straight hair,
Warning the kin of their advancing despair.
She follows the names of a certain clan.
And prepares them first, as this is part of the plan.

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