Jan Sand

Rookie - 23 Points (February 2 1926 / USA)

Jan Sand Poems

41. God Monologue 5/18/2013
42. Going Postal 5/18/2013
43. Hairy Jack 5/18/2013
44. Haunted 5/18/2013
45. Hot July 5/18/2013
46. Imperitive 5/21/2013
47. Improvements 5/18/2013
48. In Praise Of Apples 5/20/2013
49. In The Suburbs 5/18/2013
50. Inside 5/21/2013
51. Institutional Constitutional 5/18/2013
52. Legacy 5/21/2013
53. Let's 5/20/2013
54. Limbo 5/21/2013
55. Listen, Dante 5/20/2013
56. Little Paul 5/18/2013
57. Lives 5/19/2013
58. Martians 5/20/2013
59. Meeting 5/18/2013
60. Metaphor Stew 5/21/2013
61. Midnight Wind At The Carnival 4/7/2010
62. Mies 5/19/2013
63. My Genes And Me 5/18/2013
64. Nocturne 5/21/2013
65. Not Quite So Bright 5/18/2013
66. Notes From An Observer 5/21/2013
67. Old Lady 5/20/2013
68. Old Men Feed The Birds 5/19/2013
69. Old Thoughts 5/21/2013
70. Onion Strategies 5/20/2013
71. Passerby 5/20/2013
72. Pastoral 5/18/2013
73. Perceptions 5/21/2013
74. Plate 5/20/2013
75. Poetic Justice 5/19/2013
76. Present At The Creation 5/21/2013
77. Proliferation Of The Mouth 5/21/2013
78. Proposal 5/19/2013
79. Puka-Puk 5/18/2013
80. Quandary 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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