Hm. Nes

Rookie - 45 Points (April 11,1960 / Plainview, Texas)

Hm. Nes Poems

1. Small, Jittery, Sparrowlike Bird 5/22/2008
2. No More Gay 5/24/2008
3. I Walked Alone 6/3/2008
4. Dearest Darkness 6/6/2008
5. Eiffel Tower And Ferris Wheel 2/9/2009
6. It's A School Day 2/10/2009
7. Snow On The Pines 2/15/2009
8. A Father's Love 2/16/2009
9. What Will Become Of Her Now? 2/17/2009
10. Synesthesia 2/24/2009
11. Hitting The Snooze 2/26/2009
12. First Applause 2/26/2009
13. All I Want Is To Be Left Alone 2/27/2009
14. Gentle Fall 9/25/2009
15. Pile Of Puppies 9/28/2009
16. For The Love Of Chess 9/28/2009
17. The Light Of Day Revives The Soul 9/30/2009
18. Roger Renfroe-Jones Kincaid 9/30/2009
19. Virgil Lied 9/30/2009
20. Amazing Grace 10/1/2009
21. Pretzel Seller 10/1/2009
22. For An Unfaithful Bride 10/1/2009
23. Noble Blood 10/1/2009
24. Two Soldiers, Two Sisters Each 10/2/2009
25. Shakespeare 10/5/2009
26. Time 10/6/2009
27. O Stubborn Leaf 10/7/2009
28. Hand In Hand 11/3/2009
29. The Place I Best Remember 11/3/2009
30. Cast Away You Devil Ship 11/3/2009
31. The Mountains Rise Up 11/3/2009
32. Glottenham Castle 11/3/2009
33. A Wise Father 11/3/2009
34. Reciprocity 11/3/2009
35. This Languid Heart 10/18/2009
36. Shadows Of Trees Dancing 10/22/2009
37. Hair 10/27/2009
38. Fans In The Stands 11/3/2009
39. The Road To Chancellorsville 11/3/2009
40. When The Kings Went To War 11/3/2009
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 we shall call!
'Let William shoot his famous bow
'At distance great and target small,
'And so by doing he can...

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For Edgar Allan

No not alone I dare suggest,
Though all alone you felt; the rest
Forsaking you upon the stage
Midst blinding light and audience rage.
A mother dead, a father gone
Adopted, yet no name to don.
The demons haunting every wall
And floor, their brew of bitter gall
Assailing purest love; your jewel

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