Infinitives Poems - Poems about Infinitives

...Adolescent infatuations...never consummated Greetings reader from a cross between an aging seventy inch long (ringing ding dong) haired pencil necked geek and a Norwegian bachelor farmer wannabe; ......

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..."Give me words, thousands of words, I offer my kingdom for words, for I wish a poem to write. Not any poem but a masterpiece of a poem!" The aspiring Poet shouted, and then in a lower voice added......

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... Shatner's Star Trek: a true break-out show Well, except for the red shirts, you know? With their food replicators, Universal translators, To infinitives, they'd boldly go. ————— f......

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...the limericks can’t be eschewed my muse seems excessive imbued they seep through the pores they flood out in scores seek nuance to coyly allude It’s not just a trek through lewd grit perfecti......

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...(alternately titled: a pudendum posse petty filed trophy - by hy phen - made declarative). Appearance of the New Courier (with namesake "Georgia Ives") flew into the courtroom faster than Bo......

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..."Debby Downer edition" posted 5 Jul 2021 the chill pill you took this morning appears to have been a placebo misery loves company though company doesn't lo......

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..."Give me words, Thousands of words, I offer my kingdom for words For A poem I wish to write Not any poem But A masterpiece of a poem!" The aspiring poet shouted, and then in a lower voice add......

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...“To be or not to be: that is the question”* Shakespeare’s wise words, worthy of introspection… Such was first brought to my young mind’s discretion During an English grammar class instruct......

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...Every time something breaks like the pipe in the wall we heard gushing this morning my wife wants to call a repairman because I can’t fix anything except split infinitives and dangling p......

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...I met a proper woman in a proper pub on a Monday in Peoria. It was noon, time for lunch, and we were sitting stool to stool over very large burgers at a long mahogany bar. It curved in and out as if ......

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...Reigate Juniors, late July, in nineteen sixty nine Miss Leggett crossed the room and slowly pulled down all the blinds as one by one the summer's morning settled into gloom the five of us sat quie......

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...It’s one thing to write it’s another thing to feel to feel and not profess For the sake of being alive and filled with blood we cast ourselves aside You don’......

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...My poetry garden of late has lain untended and forlorn. I succumbed to shock and dismay upon entering recently, for I observed that great disagreement had erupted and now vehemently raged among a......

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