I declare reason is fake
For aught a case it can make
Choose the right axioms
Choose the right factions
Then take it all home to re-bake

Since my husband died I’ve burned eight pans
And  just like him I’ve got eight wireless sets
I leave the hot tap running and I’m banned
For breaking all the cups I’ve not caught yet.

I do the stupid things I told him off for
Like putting empty pans back on the gas
And sometimes I have even thanked professors
Who tell me in my dreams I’ll  never pass

I’m back at Uni  feeling lost and lonesome
Wondering  if I’ll ever  find a room
Wondering if my mind will get some thoughts in
Or will my world come down to crash and doom?

I’m relieved I’ll never have to retry
To teach those undergraduates to knit pi

I got a new phone with an answering machine so I said to it
Why is the country in such a mess? But it didn’t anwer.I’ll send it back to BT and ask for a refund.No wonder the country is in a mess if answering machines are too lazy to answer my questions.Even if it just said,Noone knows,that might have helped me.As it is I shall see what the fridge says about it.

http://www.nationalreview.com/article/255411/bonhoeffer-brave-interview

“A new look at a 20th-century hero Dietrich Bonhoeffer’s life was more riveting than most of the novels written this year. And Eric Metaxas, in his new monumental biography of the Lutheran pastor who was executed at the Flossenburg concentration camp after his participation in a failed attempt to kill Hitler, tells Bonhoeffer’s story with the fluidity of a novel. Metaxas talks about Bonhoeffer: Pastor, Martyr, Prophet, Spy with National Review Online’s Kathryn Jean Lopez. ”

Read more at: http://www.nationalreview.com/article/255411/bonhoeffer-brave-interview

I thought I’d write fifty-five sonnets
And a novel as well, while I’m here
But the writers’ block fell on me
Fellow poets yelled at me
All I could  make was a tear.

Will villanelles be better subjects
If all I want is quantity?
I never knew what they were,
The very name seemed bizarre.
How hard is my job going to be?

Well, maybe the triolet being shorter
Will give me a kick in the pants
My husband is watching me
His ashes rise from the TV
He said ,why can’t you get a  big grant

I  used to write free verse when starting
As I never thought I’d  go on
But the demon-possessed me
It gets very pesky
And Jesus b’aint here, eeh by gum!

I wrote on some paper at dinner
For my husband had  got very slow
I wrote two good sonnets
I am very honest.
I  didn’t ken  that was death’s door

He said, why don’t you talk to me, Mary
Instead of misusing that pen.
But he knew nothing of logic
Which I felt was quite tragic
So I put him to bed with a hen.

I see the hens as a blessing
Instead of a duvet of down.
They may lay an egg in bed
But as Jesus , no doubt, once said
The cock will crow thrice for a noun

http://www.writersdigest.com/writing-articles/by-writing-goal/improve-my-writing/quality-v-quantity-do-they-need-each-other

“Now that I’m escaping from the vacuum of National Poetry Month and another successful April Poem-A-Day Challenge, I find myself wondering about the relationship of quantity and quality in writing. Is there value in writing every day? Is a writing routine a good or bad thing for poets? Questions such as these have been swirling around my head, and here’s my take: I think quantity can lead to quality.

First, let me be clear: Quality is the ultimate goal for any of the poems I try to get published. I’m not trying to publish as many poems as I possibly can for the sake of getting published. I wrote for more than a decade before I even tried submitting my poems, so quantitative publishing is not my end game, and I would not recommend that route to other poets. In my mind, one great poem is better than a million poems nobody remembers. So, let’s not get mixed signals about my views on quantity and quality.

I do think the way to be good at anything, including art, is to practice. If you’re a painter, you paint. If you’re a mathematician, you solve problems. If you’re a writer (whether you write fiction, nonfiction or poetry), you write.

Of course, there are many other layers of complexity that can be placed on the poet’s shoulders. Poets should read other poets. Poets should revise their work fearlessly. Poets should take chances. Poets should listen to the world around them. Poets should live. But at the end of the day, poets should write poems.

During the month of April, I wrote 30 poems in 30 days (actually, a handful more than that). Am I going to hold on to all those poems? No. But I am hopeful that a few will stick around and make it into a collection after revision. Or at the very least, maybe a few lines or images will find their way into another poem or two down the line. As my friend S.A. Griffin likes to say, it’s all about process.

Here are a few reasons why quantity leads to quality:

• Writing poems prepares you for inspiration. Inspiration strikes when it strikes, and everyone is struck with inspiration from time to time. What separates a poet from others is that the poet is ready to take that inspiration and turn it into a poem. A painter might take the exact same inspiration and turn it into a painting. A novelist a novel. And so forth.
• Writing poems opens your mind to more poems. Some poets hold onto an image or idea until it is fully processed. I think this is great, but sometimes I lose those images and ideas if I don’t write them down. Plus, I’ve noticed when I write I clear that space in my head for new ideas and images.
• Revision comes after the first draft. Great poems come from revision. It’s hard work, sure, but poets can’t revise unless they have first drafts upon which to play. In other words, poets need to write to revise.

Of course, there are many other routes to quality beyond quantity, but I often feel poets (and other writers) are afraid to write anything that’s not nearly perfect on the first draft. Don’t be afraid. Write, write, write. That’s the only path you can take to get to the ultimate goal: a quality poem you love.”