Destiny in My Hands Jeri McCormick including one short lyric where

including one short lyric where floodwater puddles seem to resemble war-torn continents

including Denial and Festival

Ahmed Barakat: Poems

As the consultations continue

mistakes and premature deaths played their part in bringing us to our present condition and considers where the next stops might be on the clattering journey through the political landscape

Destiny in My Hands Jeri McCormick including one short lyric whereDestiny in My Hands Do you mock me, fair one? Do you insult me whirlwind of worlds unknown? Or do you try and tempt me? Now in my hand you repose Temperate lady destiny? Destiny in my hands Fair as a shell conch In my hand, my heart my being So fine, too thin to tread, The line I can feel and not see Yet too wide to leap, Hence destiny must I embrace A chaste peck on the cheek Formal, stone cold, dead Dare I enfold and entangle In my arms, my life, my