Prefab Poems - Poems about Prefab

...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, Fo......

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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 mir......

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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 infl......

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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 Sat......

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... Textbooks, chalk dust, young men full of lust. School bus, school bag, mathematics, what a drag! Woodwork, ......

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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......

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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......

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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 micr......

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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 snak......

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...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, Bounde......

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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 Walkin......

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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 magazine......

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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 Constructin......

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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 the......

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