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mai venn Poems

1. 1916 4/2/2015
2. 2015 4/3/2015
3. The Irish Lament -new- 4/15/2015
4. The Scale Of Liberty -new- 4/15/2015
5. Spark Of Light 10/13/2013
6. A Housewife Nay! 10/12/2013
7. Sunny Skies In Omagh 10/12/2013
8. Where Are They 7/15/2013
9. A Stroll Through Autumn 11/10/2014
10. The Ballymun Flats 10/2/2013
11. Seasons Beside The Barrow By Mai Venn 6/30/2014
12. Depressed 3/6/2014
13. The Wee Fossil 6/30/2014
14. Duncannon Harbour 9/17/2013
15. Lady Of The Limelight 8/6/2013
16. The Cold Spell 2/15/2015
17. Clouds And Sea 8/27/2013
18. Childhood Memories Of 1963 6/24/2013
19. Inspiration 10/1/2013
20. Nancy 11/18/2013
21. By Candlelight 7/8/2013
22. The Corridors Of Life 9/30/2013
23. The 4th Day Of Christmas 12/28/2014
24. Austerity 2/15/2015
25. God Help Ireland 2/13/2015
26. Doors And Corridors’ Part One 3/12/2015
27. The Weapon By Mai Venn 2/18/2015
28. Autumn 1/15/2014
29. A Country On Its Knees 11/24/2014
30. Freedom 7/6/2013
31. Jukebox Blues 3/4/2015
32. Commemoration Of 1798 7/8/2013
33. I Am A Thinker By The Sea, 3/12/2015
34. Banshee 7/6/2013
35. Haunt Me No More 7/6/2013
36. Anne Alone 7/6/2013
37. The Tears Of Ireland 7/11/2013
38. Oppression Of Ireland 1/12/2015
39. Hell On Earth 11/11/2013
Best Poem of mai venn

Hell On Earth

Hell on Earth

Woe to you, Sister
And woe to your cane.
Woe to the agony
Inflicted with pain.

Black habit women,
Heartless and cruel,
Made my life wretched
While I was at school.

Payer book in one hand,
Cain in the other,
To make things even worse,
You became Reverend Mother!

‘Sunday’s nine o’clock mass
And not a minute pass! ’
On Monday morning
When we came into class.

The interrogation
Would then begin
‘Mai Murphy, stand
And repent for your sin!

Holy Ireland
Left a lot to be said,
There ...

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Commemoration Of 1798

Two hundred year later, at the 98 Commemoration
We all gathered around to celebrate in anticipation,
We dressed up in our peasant rags, brogs, shawls and wigs,
With our musicians and dancers, our reels and our gigs.

Historians pondered, wondered, argued and debated,
While tourists watched on, drank Guinness and patiently waited
Rebel songs, they were sung and Church bells, they were rung,
All ages were represented, from the old to the young.

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