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. School Days 5/11/2015
4. We Are Back 8/31/2015
5. The Winds Of Change 9/13/2015
6. Help By Mai Venn 9/29/2015
7. Just Write 9/30/2015
8. Dreams For Ireland 9/30/2015
9. The History Books 10/4/2015
10. The Budget 10/7/2015
11. Will You Go By Mai Venn 10/14/2015
12. That Regime End 11/6/2015
13. Why Kill? 11/15/2015
14. Who Do They Think They Are Fooling 11/19/2015
15. November 2015 11/29/2015
16. I Am Sick And Tired. 12/7/2015
17. The Music Stopped 12/7/2015
18. Unfinish Poem 1/13/2016
19. Vote 1/18/2016
20. Go 1/29/2016
21. The Ladder Of Life By Mai Venn 2/9/2016
22. At War 9/27/2015
23. Faults Prophets 2/17/2016
24. Gossip 4/24/2016
25. Two Catholic Girls Talking In 1963 4/24/2016
26. Tell Me A Story By Mai Venn 4/25/2016
27. The Old Sweets Can. 4/27/2016
28. Pondering On Life 4/27/2016
29. Till We Win Back The Right To Water 4/28/2016
30. The Phantom Of Bosheen Lane By Mai Venn 4/28/2016
31. Senses Of Seasons 4/28/2016
32. Walking By Mai Venn 4/29/2016
33. Peace 5/2/2016
34. The Trail To Nowhere 5/3/2016
35. Fly Under The Sky 5/4/2016
36. Phantom Of The Night By Mai Venn 5/5/2016
37. Dream Of Inspiration 5/9/2016
38. My Homeland By Mai Venn 5/10/2016
39. A Grotto To St Ann 5/16/2016
40. Polly 3/9/2016
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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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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