Hm. Nes

Hm. Nes Poems

The arrow flew, but none could tell
If apple pierced or humble son
Until one or the other fell
Determined contest lost or won
...

Sir Edmund Hillary first achieved
(For centuries unattained)
The summit of earth's highest peak,
And what did he there gain?
...

I feared her scent,
That it was more than I could bear
In this present condition,
In this tenuous state of mind
...

I hail from Butte, Montana;
Although Bob, Louisiana,
Is the place I go when winter catches cold.
As Faribault, Minnesota,
...

Alternating legends
Twixt the forest and the sea-
'The monster, ' some say, 'keeps to the water! '
While others claim, 'The trees! '
...

The red bird oft reminds me of
The Father's always love
Especially on days when joy does fade
With echoes of the past and pressures
...

How swift will you be
To run to where I have fallen,
Much deserved,
While you with others screamed
...

Once more I rise
My eyes, my lungs filled with the dust
Of the arena floor
...

A chill breeze
Wafting through the window
Rouses me from sleep
Late again!
...

We celebrate
the whippoorwill
we saved in the garden
from the cat.
...

My father warned me.
Mother warned me.
My neighbor, Gilbert Jeffrey Swain, often warned me.
(Gilbert is fourteen and knows these things.)
...

Not every man can travel to
A land with fancy elephants
That dance and sing and take him for a ride.
Nor can each man acquire a tan
...

My cat leaves home
Most nights to roam,
Compelled by the moon and stars.
For go he must,
...

No not alone, I dare suggest,
Though all alone you felt; the rest
Forsaking you upon the stage,
Midst blinding light and audience rage.
...

The real McCoy, some say, was Bill, a shipbuilder by trade,
Who joined the ranks of rum runners that prohibition made.
'Real rum-' he boasted, 'not like them who water down their booze.'
So drink to Captain Bill, the real McCoy, and all his crews.
...

Each morning mercy, come what may,
A blustery cold or sunny day-
Each morning mercy finds his way to me.
And though I scarce would turn him out,
...

Breaks the ground
Sweet daffodil,
As thunder shakes
The gentle hill-
...

Shoulda seen that comin'
Shoulda thought that through
Coulda gained a point
Coulda beaten you
...

When God abandons us
to the shifting sands
below
our blistered feet,
...

Fair weather friends
I like the most
Because I like fair weather
Besides,
...

Hm. Nes Biography

One wife. Five kids. Two dogs. One cat. Two birch trees. Three favorites: coffee, chocolate, chess.)

The Best Poem Of Hm. Nes

The Tale Of William Tell

The arrow flew, but none could tell
If apple pierced or humble son
Until one or the other fell
Determined contest lost or won
The dart flew like a bat from hell
Toward Walter, son of William Tell

Sir William Tell refused to bow
Before the lords who ruled the land
And hated they his stubborn prow
But feared the crossbow in his hand
‘He must be forced to bend somehow! '
So, swore they all with solemn vow

And then: ‘A contest! Fun for all! '
Let William shoot his famous bow
At distance great and target small
And by so doing he can show
He need not bow nor ever fall
Upon his face before us all

At last a target did unveil
An apple at one hundred yards
Sir William's face grew ghastly pale
He ne'er suspected such dark cards
The apple sat on Walter Tell
The humble son of William Tell

And fixed the arrow for its flight
'No need to shoot! Just simply bow! '
Said lords who thought they'd won the fight
Against Sir William Tell who now
Should slay his only son; but right
Prevails against the darkest night

The arrow flew, but none could tell
If apple pierced or humble son
Until one or the other fell
Determined contest lost or won
The dart flew like a bat from hell
Toward Walter, son of William Tell

The apple split with such a force
No trace of apple could be found
But all the country changed its course
No longer serfs to lords were bound
And freedom rose upon the shores
Because Sir Tell refused the lords

Hm. Nes Comments

big man 04 July 2019

ur a wee nonce and I am comin for ya

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big man 04 July 2019

your bio isn't funny

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p.a. noushad 30 October 2009

i love your poems very much

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