Jan Sand

Rookie - 14 Points (February 2 1926 / USA)

Jan Sand Poems

121. Couch Potato Land 5/20/2013
122. Composing 5/18/2013
123. Choreography 5/20/2013
124. Carpentering 5/20/2013
125. Bulwark 5/21/2013
126. Bug Blues 5/21/2013
127. Blindman's Bluff 5/20/2013
128. Below 5/20/2013
129. Beggar 5/20/2013
130. Bardic Befuddlement 5/19/2013
131. At First Sight 5/20/2013
132. Arrival 5/19/2013
133. Apprehension 5/18/2013
134. Age 5/18/2013
135. Afloat 5/18/2013
136. Advice 5/20/2013
137. Accomplishment 5/21/2013
138. A Visitor 5/21/2013
139. A Momentary Glance 5/20/2013
140. 2 Am 5/20/2013
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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