Treasure Island

Jan Sand

(February 2 1926 / USA)

Poems of Jan Sand

121. The Sea 5/18/2013
122. The Sea of Night 5/19/2013
123. The Skill 5/21/2013
124. The Speed Of Light 5/21/2013
125. The Thrush 5/21/2013
126. The Visitor 5/19/2013
127. The World Awry 5/19/2013
128. The Young Pheasant 5/21/2013
129. Thesaurus Rex 5/18/2013
130. To Mate 5/19/2013
131. Touch 5/21/2013
132. Toy Victory 5/19/2013
133. Transience 5/21/2013
134. Typing 5/18/2013
135. Up There, Down Here 5/21/2013
136. Visiting 5/20/2013
137. Wednesday 5/21/2013
138. Winter Population 5/19/2013
139. Wordsmith 5/21/2013
140. Year's End 5/21/2013

Frank In Contemplation

They call me Frank these days
And the name implies me many ways.
My character is blunt, somewhat unswerving.
My features rather crude, I am a creature
Of many parts, they say, unnerving
In random chaotic fashion. But, anyways,
I function. Admittedly with little passion.
Those hormone fires sparking desires,
That smolders into what inspires humanity

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