Feelings need geometry to form
Not to spill like water  from dropped glass
Feelings   running wild may do great harm

Yet inhibition,tense lacks any charm
Love and hate  need ritual,compass
Feelings need geometry to form

Ballerinas, skaters   melt their bones
They  move with ease the body, say the Mass
Feelings   running wild may do great harm

Will power  out of place  can cause alarm
Create tensions,  acts  so evil,crass
Feelings  by geometry inform

Restraint and sculpting, waiting  through impasse
Like  Jesus gives up all upon his Cross
Feelings   running wild may do great harm

 

Here we find the rhythm and the task
We feel the rawness; feel  the  utter risk
Feelings need geometry  and form
Feelings  like wild bulls   can do us   harm

 

In these dead leaves I slept alone and sad
I wandered as if searching for a child
But now the summer’s here to make us glad

Nothing’s static, be it good or bad
Some like cities some live in the wilds
Where in dead leaves I slept alone and sad

Like green leaves where sap  has turned to blood
The remnants of the  plants   lie waste, defiled
In  this erratic summer , heat and flood

The woods dry out, the cornfields turn to mud
Frogs are happy by the damp beguiled
I wandered by dry leaves , their message read

Who is British, who should be exiled?
Boris Johnson,PM,AM riled
In  this erratic Kingdom , heat and flood

Where did Mona Lisa find her smile?
Who paints in their dream  the image kind?
In these dead leaves I slept  forlorn and sad
But now the summer’s here  my heart beats  glad