Biography of Edward Hester
Son of a Russian White Army Colonel and daughter of a Greek Shipping Heiress, tried for treason in 1945 by Lebenon but got off cause I wasn't Lebanese. I was however convicted for illegal entry on a conterfeit passport and spent the next 16 months in a middle eastern prison. Escaped with the aid of CIA to Brazil, but had contracted scurvy and lost my finger to a scorpion bite. Lost my feet to frostbite in Antartica. Discovered lost Aztec gold in sunken Spanish galleon when I was a pirate in Caribean. But lost that when I had to pay overdue medical bills for removing feet and finger. Sold letters to lawyers as book to prominent publishing company; became best seller for stupidest letters to lawyers. Lived off royalties for two weeks. Took up with bag lady. She married me and later I discovered she was heir to fortune, so retired to North Carolina and now am living off her largess.
Edward Hester Poems
Winning And Losing
There are many who, like me or you Seek gain without a loss We work and work, by hook or crook To win and be the boss.
A good horse and some open prairie Can free the mind and e‘motions daily So me ‘n Symbol a’riding go
Breathlessly, she watched me approach; Slowing, I considered her slim good looks. Her tentativeness captured my heart-the wind Moving her green raiment, so – provocatively.
Dawn of my Heart When first we met,
My little ship is stout and strong. She stands against the gale. My mast will hold again the storm And bear the winded sail.
Midnight on the Land Where the ancestors gather I wait.
Nobody Knows Us
Nobody knows our names We were you, but you won't be one again Like...you knew us as yourself Yet no...one....is.....here.....as Yourself
The Castle Queen
Once there was a castle strong With walls near nine feet thick; Black granite drawn from Scottish coasts Iron gates from London picked.
In the Land of the Bear in the Year of the Long Winter, the Sun returned at last to the Land And the People gathered to celebrate the coming-through-of the hard-times.
Morning seeps over the horizon Like a hot cup of coffee, steaming. Sunlight Spills through the trees, awakening the meadow.
I will be pure I will be good I will not be misunderstood
I dreamt I was a Hunter strong Of cunning, stealth and skill Who tracked the Tiger through the night And never missed his kill.
A good horse and some open prairie
Can free the mind and e‘motions daily
So me ‘n Symbol a’riding go
To find some space and room to grow
But I rode a mile, and what I found
Was miles of fences all around