Best Thoreau Poems

Henry David Thoreau
Spent two years in a one room chateau 
Went to the pond to dip his booty
No dice – lifeguards off-duty...

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Apples red, apples round.

Apples frozen on the ground.

Yellow-mellow apples,

many speckled, bruised and brown.

Henry ate them

when he went wooding.

Said they tasted like apple pudding....

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Woods launder no human friendship while freely growing.
Nature excels; man rebels - indeed, indeed, I cannot tell:
One sees a dell darken, then harkens the inward morning;
One seeks inspiration to bargain jargon all cities sell.

First spring then summer done, I am the autumnal sun,
Bright so no...

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Happiness is like a butterfly; the more you chase it,
the more it will elude you, but if you turn your
attention to other things, it will come and sit
softly on your shoulder." Henry David Thoreau, ***

Happiness, is where ever you happen to find it.
And to be...

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gently under concordian hymn's, drifting through handwritten currents.
where willows weave their lengthy signatures drawn across the calm collection of a bristled 
pool.  a library of leaves lies around the trees knotted trunks, dry and crumbling.  tossed 
carelessly and thumbed through by the knowing...

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He lived in his own way with his own rule book
Thoreau needed only a bit of paper and a sharp pen
We admired his woods, his violets, his bubbly brook
Moving me to the country? Please tell me when....

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Deep in these woods quest solitude,
Invite the heart and mind to stay;
See fare and food in attitude,
Choice learns to start a better way.
Engage spirit as body finds,
Reach to contact a deeper whole;
Niche zest and wit with peace of mind.
Thrill your own pact as truth makes...

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Gangly Longfellow walled in Thoreau and thru...

Well stocked with
wordsworth lxiii numbered yesteryear
born as predicted by
bubba's zayda longtime seer
while in utero premier
ultrasound detected
smudged embryonic fetus
whoosh auditory proto language unclear
surprisingly enough sounded analogous
to murmuring... huh yepper sonneteer
vaguely resembling, yes

William Shakespeare
though burbling, gurgling,
requiring absolute zero noise to hear
kickstarting,...

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Gangly longfellow thoreau and thru...

Well stocked with
wordsworth lx numbered yesteryear
born as predicted by
bubba's zayda longtime seer.

While in utero premier
ultrasound detected
smudged embryonic fetus
whoosh auditory proto language unclear
surprisingly enough sounded analogous

to murmuring... huh yepper sonneteer
vaguely resembling, yes
William Shakespeare
though burbling, gurgling,
requiring absolute zero noise to hear
kickstarting, reverently warbling

difficult,...

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None of this stuff is electronic the child said.
Shaking a seashell upside down next to his head.
His mother is astounded that he does not understand the outside.
Yet she has taken no time to show him how to enjoy ocean’s tide.

She has not shown him trees...

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Thoreau Through and Through
Breathe and observe, duet sitting on a beach,
Or a Walden Pond, attend details' breach,
Ripples, waves, light glinting off splashes,
Warm sun crust, rays streaking striped sashes,
Surge after surge wash over and under,
Awareness catches subtle and quiet thunder,
Surface Cat's Paws emerge by breeze breath,
Wash...

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D Thoreau 'INDEPENDENCE'

           __________
one   /    ___          /|  one
       /_________
man| BALLOT     |    vote
      |  BOX         |
      |                 |...

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Frost and Thoreau were going for a walk.
Frost said I can make a poem from a sock.
Thoreau laughed hard
At this braggish bard
Published a poem from this crazy small talk....

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Society was petty tedium to him, but woods were friend.
There, by a pond, he fashioned a simple cabin shelter
and lived with mother nature as his favored captain.
Simplicity was his theme and need a perspective thing.
If it did not sustain, bring joy or entertain, he felt...

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These words 
Stream-of-consciousness-soup really
Rarely chosen with care
Falling on thirsty ground
A lost soul trying to find
"the great forgotten language" *
For
"the unspeakable and incommunicable prison of this earth." *

Uh-huh, I see you pointing 
To the "lost lane-end into heaven" *
And the shepherd standing there
So, I tried to...

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