Jan Sand

Rookie - 14 Points (February 2 1926 / USA)

Jan Sand Poems

1. The Poet As Dr, Frankenstein 5/21/2013
2. Legacy 5/21/2013
3. Foggy, Foggy Blues 5/21/2013
4. The Funny Old Man 5/18/2013
5. Midnight Wind At The Carnival 4/7/2010
6. The Master And His Palimpsest 5/18/2013
7. Poetic Justice 5/19/2013
8. The Mouse 5/21/2013
9. Choreography 5/20/2013
10. Restrictions 5/21/2013
11. The Speed Of Light 5/21/2013
12. Rhyming Pestilence 5/21/2013
13. Old Thoughts 5/21/2013
14. The Muskrat 5/21/2013
15. Couch Potato Land 5/20/2013
16. Old Men Feed The Birds 5/19/2013
17. Blindman's Bluff 5/20/2013
18. The Chutzpah Proclamation 5/19/2013
19. The Sea 5/18/2013
20. Thesaurus Rex 5/18/2013
21. Pastoral 5/18/2013
22. Puka-Puk 5/18/2013
23. Not Quite So Bright 5/18/2013
24. Frank In Contemplation 5/18/2013
25. Going Postal 5/18/2013
26. Destination 4/7/2010
27. Composing 5/18/2013
28. Afloat 5/18/2013
29. The House Of Altogether Nothing 5/18/2013
30. God Monologue 5/18/2013
31. Rains 5/18/2013
32. Apprehension 5/18/2013
33. Ghost Story 5/18/2013
34. Age 5/18/2013
35. The Black Dog 5/18/2013
36. Retreat 5/18/2013
37. Forbearance 5/18/2013
38. Institutional Constitutional 5/18/2013
39. In The Suburbs 5/18/2013
40. My Genes And Me 5/18/2013
Best Poem of Jan Sand

The Poet As Dr, Frankenstein

My floor is littered
With corpses.
The older they get,
The more they stink.
Each one began with great hope.
The idea was the seed.
Three or four words
That held hands in cunning design.
Poised, I thought, to dance and laugh.
Some of my blood,
Some of my guts
Was fitted to their syntax.
I rocked back their heads.
Their eyes opened with a clack.
'Dance! ' I commanded.
Each in turn faltered, spun,
Seemed, to my ear to have grace.
I left each one to live.
When I returned to look again,
They lay there on the floor
In disordered clumsy ...

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The Funny Old Man

There was an old man who was lonely and grim
And excessively technically minded.
He lived with a cat and an owl that was fat
And a fancy new clock. He=d designed it.
Every hour it rang with a click and a bang
And was good for cooking up noodles.
While down deep inside it secretly fried
Sardines for wandering poodles.
Now poodles can be, as you really can see,

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