Best Estate Poems

Squirrel agent showed him thousands of trees
this particular client being very picky
how about this one she'd plead
no he'd say not enough leaves

She'd say this one is nice but he'd disagree
saying too many squirrels means no privacy
after weeks of driving around they got into a rut
basically...

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My door is open
I welcome you
To my Highland lands
Off heathers and hue
 
Cross the bridge
Of centuries old
To my castle of grey
In it's regal fold
 
Stand with me
In the great hall of my past
Like generations
Us Fraser's will last
 
Climb spiral stairs
To a turreted tower
Look out on...

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Fingerprints on frozen windows
Night of wonder
Avenue of lost souls
She waits..maybe his shadow will play 
the "game of shapes" on walls of skyscrapers
The street is as naked as her heart
She knows she's not so good looking on the outside
but what a rhapsody of soul...
even the marine...

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They Riot.
They revel in frank spotlight, 
getting drunk in a boozy blitz. 
You can find them wrapped in the lush covers of pure linen on Sunday mornings, 
their madness of headaches and chills covering their aching bodies as they skip the early mass. 
They’re boys...

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My father died
or changed but I
think that's the same thing

Because the man he was
still sits on my shoulders like a bruise

Why did he do this to me?
Why did he hand it over like it was anything that a child should hold? 
Why can't I put...

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Curl of smoky streaks
Joss stick messages;
Heaven bound

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Temple visit
Feast day moments;
Talk to the dead

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Bright Hill Temple
Where rites bring peace;
Family gathering

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Temple verandah,
Spacious prayer courtyard;
Surreal this heaven

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Closed eyes salute
An inner realm calls;
Spiritual insight

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Here we gather
Offer our earthly harvests;
Poignant celebration

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Briefly we come
Ply food offerings;
Gratitude tells

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Columbarium niche
Earthly ashes laid;
Fond remembrance

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All...

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The Student

As I strolled upon the green
and take in the breathtaking view of the front lawn
the onrush of winter geese take on the horizon, 
				waking me to my senses.

The silent roar of two lions guard the entrance
the entrance that now greets me from the summer...

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Earth's death seems to be in our stars
End comes from the greed planet's scars
But the rich have reach
And will visit the beach
Near estates they've purchased on Mars...

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In the Sunday paper, I can't wait
To read the section "Real Estate."
From articles that do entail
Descriptions of the homes for sale
To stories of where folks have looked,
I'm riveted and really hooked.

I check the prices, note the taxes,
Find the parks where one relaxes;
Scan the photos for...

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This house of things, with all the people gone.
A mother’s tea set and a daughter’s shoe.
Out front the crabgrass wrestles with a lawn.
This house of things with all the people gone
imagines mildew, dust against the dawn.
See how mold and dryrot whisper to undo
this house of...

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Get off this estate,
What for?
Because it's mine!
Where did you get it?
From my father.
Where did he get it?
From his father.
And where did he get it?
He fought for it.
Well,I will fight you for it!...

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Real Estate Jargon Explained

By Elton Camp

When a house is for sale there’s good reason why
Trouble can come to anyone who advertises a lie

If the sellers certain expressions carefully choose
It will become easy the careless buyer to confuse

“This house is simply loaded with charm.”
Means we hope...

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I procured this entire planet
For you, the world was never enough
A honeymoon real estate
Somewhere to relax and have a laugh

I wanted something private
Private islands are a dime-a-dozen
This is a great future investment
On Mars, you'd be the first citizen

Girl, our love is a hot red iron
Spreading...

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Somewhere in the dungeon of my soul 
was a memory I supressed, 
and a song, a scent 
reignited the place and time long forgot.
And I remember leaving the cocoon we called home 
I remember moving to city estate
A communist Block of dingey brick hopelessness
Four stories...

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To Crush Mar a Lago Estate, and lower the Economic debt ceiling...

Now that DACA docked amidst 
marshy tidal outskirts of Poker flats 
(readied to be sunk) off shore 
(beach combing divers – ectoplasmic flotsam 
glorying hated issue jubilant keynote minions: 
piloting, substantiating, 
validating rumors Trump...

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