Long Realtor Poems

Date:  July  2049

The expanse of the sky was darkness.
End of July 11 pm.  Dolly Molly
And Holly were keeping an all night
Party pleasant  pressureless delight.
Dolly grabbed the remote for the
Plasma 54" TV....

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A pure Hawaiian of rare birth,
living a life somewhat carefree,
fed farm animals by this squirt,
sticks and stones were real toys indeed,
set trash ablaze, be on alert,
a barefoot country kid, that's me,
a runner on trails made...

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Ghostly spirits from deadly arsenal spell haunting annihilation

With mighty mouse and Hercules height 
tried to retrieve sanity spread loose;
a faded unpleasant memory - even enlisting
decades old cartoon characters: 
Natasha squirrel and Bullwinkle moose
flow of electrons...

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Fifty-seven years ago, when I was but a child, I thought my mom and dad were pretty cool.
The only things they ever did that really ticked me off were - make me take a bath…and...

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All In The Name Of "Progress"

The wrecking ball long since
demolished boyhood house zen
located at 324 Level Road,
a once nonagricultural,
pastoral, rural residence,
which soulful yen
I called home while
veritably sequestered, quarantined, positioned...
sprawled atop spaciously shingled roof
countless years (B)efore...

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Christopher Cuddy made his home in west Texas,
in the small town of Stone Brook Falls.
He made his living as a realtor,
selling off lots both big and small.

When he was forty-five his father passed,
he had lived...

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Upon bitterly cold dawning hours of one January 2000 day
the Harns family desperately sought a place to live – “hay
there” Nelson Swartley (an independent realtor) 
politely responded bringing unwelcome news viz our sos re lay
informing...

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Cecelia was a new person in town to see
about the rooms for rent with availability.
This woman came to start a car rental company.
It would serve the people within this community.
Cecelia knew Prester was the name...

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Wendy Tawker - Caldwell County’s one and only realtor - called me up last Tuesday to inquire - were we ready
To sell our home and build, or buy, a far much smaller place...and I’d informed...

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Earlier today April 4th, 2022,
which supersedes bald faced headlines 
pointing finger and 
Putin blame for Bucha killings
squarely on head & shoulders
of Russian autocrat, née
yours truly lathered 
his hirsute higglety-pigglety 
thinning oily tresses. 

Hark….the herald angels...

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January 24th, 2023 Hair washing heralds huge happening

Hark….the herald angels sing, and twitter 
for mass communication 
mediums stop the presses 
when I, a regular schlemiel 
take shampoo to mine matted mass mop 
(no less than...

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Moving Into a Haunted House

By Elton Camp

It was a story the Realtor had heard before
We were looking for an old house to restore
“It has to have a basement and two floors
If it was a Victorian,...

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Nests of weaver birds 
                              ...

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Once a year it comes in the mail…a kind of annual rebirth
It’s a card…it’s from a realtor…asking…
“What is your house worth?”

This year’s card again got me thinking…and I’m sure Deborah would agree
the value of our...

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back a small number of years thee diva of this domicile
exhibited an aura, charisma, enigma…devoid of any guile
boot of late turned a cold shoulder to me and I’ll
avoid denigrating, haranguing, and lambasting said dell lisle
la,...

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The Legend of the Laughing Skeleton 
  
By Elton Camp

The real estate agent didn’t want to show the place
“The old farmhouse and barn are both a disgrace.”

“Since nobody has lived there since way back...

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The Legend of the Laughing Skeleton

By Elton Camp

The real estate agent didn’t want to show the place
“The old farmhouse and barn are both a disgrace.
Since nobody has lived there since way back when
It isn’t going...

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It was a moment in time 
                  a fate of inspiration gifted 
     ...

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Matriarch mastermind manipulated minions 
rang their hells bells signifying 
damned to traverse highway to hell
dirty deeds done dirt cheap
(names changed fo' malady to remain anonymous,
cuz they got thunderstruck
with psychological trauma).

Preface:
Upon bitterly cold dawning hours of...

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 Walk with me, let me show what I can.
This house has been standing here for quite some time
It's one of a kind, completely made of glass.
The owner wants to rent it or sell, if...

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I fell in love with the Sixteen Zero Three when I was eight.
I was fifty-eight before someone located the owners who had moved on 
Thirty-nine years had passed since anyone had inquired.
I had coveted the...

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Deception In Soup Creek

There once was a town called Soup Creek amiable and quaint
Filled with all these characters, a perfect picture they'd paint
It was founded to protect the innocent
Where one was welcome to come visit
A...

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The wilderness has been improved of late,
Or so they say.
The maple trees where sticky syrup oozed
Between the cracks of scarred and broken bark,
The wild apple trees whose crooked branches
Cradled clumps of crudely woven twigs,
Have been...

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I
Andre Kelbrik was a realtor in Pretoria, akin to Washinton or Ottowa
I was in South Africa's first free & fair Foreign Ministry, Deputy to Schwarz,
Head of the Communications Hub: we issued DNB, summary of News
To...

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*Image of The Old Shed by Pixabay.

Still Here

He was the tourist trade foremost embellisher,
               his Aloha shirts receptive then, and
 ...

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