Best Prefab Poems

Civilization?

See the verdant farmland
rolling softly through the hills,
just before construction crews
move in for the kill.

There's the tiny country church
Perched up in the wood,
Bounded tight on either side
By prefab neighborhoods.

Behold the vanishing herds of cows
and their wistful lowing calls;
I'll miss their curious, quizzical looks
When pasture becomes...

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     Textbooks,
             chalk dust,
     young men 
             full of lust.
   ...

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It was just another December day
Not cool yet - due to global warming they say
I’d taken leave and was feeling restless at home
A bit depressed and all alone
Stepping outdoors would do me good
Walking some miles would change my mood
As I stepped outside and turned right...

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the wheels just thumped
a jazz beat

(and it woke me

from sleep- with my Lunch
Poems) that made me think
I was somewhere else
like the drug-
                   stores
that all look	  ...

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It was late in the balmy springtime, and I was attending a lecture,
On a topic of great interest, which was the history of architecture.

As a great lover of beauty, I admired structural geometric designs,
Like the tall triangular mountains, or circular grapes on the vines.

But I...

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The architects of cardboard town, will never shoulder blame.
From brick and stone built luxury, they sit immune to shame.
Whilst on forgotten streets the homeless, dwell in paper waste
Constructing prefab mobile homes, before each cold night breaks.

In handmedowns  and odd paired shoes, they shuffle in...

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Shadows of a life, past the ore piles,
Vaguely knowing the world beyond this place,

Prefab homes tended with pride,
Struggling to maintain some semblance,
Of life as shown on television and magazines

Snowmobiles and quads decorate lawns
Chasing a dream they have never seen,
But often hear off in the future

Digging...

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Are you really going to tickle a dinosaur foot with a stone feather? or throw beetroots?

Who would attend a pterodactyl party? A daisy? A wallflower? A creeping jungle tree vine complete with snakes, ants and a sloth? A painting? Well it is really obvious what...

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Dawning needles darning needles
Everything prefab hole in my heart
I've always said no one cooks meat from scratch
Everyone so in a hurry in fact now no one knows where one is at
Put it in a microwave
Push super X times 2 quick and fast
No time for Grandpa
Nothing...

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Rice cakes? Domestic or foreign?
Domestic – aisle seventy-three, 
Foreign – aisle seventy-four.

Hearing aids?
Let me look at my map.
They are in aisle twenty-eight.

Lima beans? Kidney beans? Garbanzo beans?
I believe all beans are in aisle fourteen.
There is a display of ham and beans on an end cap.

All...

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Because wonder has morphed
Building an edifice of beauty 
Is no longer magnificent
The plan in going to Mars
Communicating with others 
From around the globe in real time
Are to believe all miraculous
Because all technology 
has robbed humanity of imagination 
No more sense of creation of marvel
With our...

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Tumultuous excitement to think of actually having an 
address on the moon. Needing to be quite self sufficient, 
as there will be no ordering Take-Away from ground control.
Prefab housing and inflatable furniture will be all the go.
It will have to be weighed it down, as...

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they promised to find him
among mortal
they wished to find him
one spoke of him
as if he had
seen and spoke to him
then he reported that he had been
deceived and called the
 person a true Satan.
When he was among folk that he could
understand and
who's faiths had
values to believe
he...

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In glass displays, they stand, forever seeking new prosthetics,
Slumbering consciences drift on waves of ads and hollow promises,
We swallow mass culture whole, like blind fish in murky waters,
Forgetting to deeply breathe life's essence, lost in superficial noise.
Distorted mirrors show us false faces, we steal our...

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