Getting to 'Yes!'

Than old Noah was nobody nobler.
(Weren’t the man's middle name not 'Noblesse'?)
So: wherever he'd go through a world known for ‘No!’
he'd forever endeavor toward ‘Yes!’

As blue crews of the Jews chanted nocturnes,
noodles nodding -- for nocturnes depress --
his no-nonsense noels (unaccomp'nied by bells)
squired his drive to arrive at some ‘Yes!’

Nofretete, no nonagenarian
(was her noggin not dress'd to impress?)
knew near nothing of Noh, but gave Aten a go
while, like Noah, advancing toward ‘Yes!’

Nofretete was shy, never noIsy.
Still, "No justice, no peace!" was her mess-
age, a message she'd sown with a Nokia phone,
reaching out to touch someone with ‘Yes!’

Crying "Noli me tangere," Nannerl,
nominee, once, for Nome's mayoress,
Nome's avant vote to get, starr'd in No, No, Nanette.
(How low some folk will go for a ‘Yes!’)

Near Nan's neighborhood, none talked of nooses.
(To each noose Nan’d say ‘No!’ -- more or less.)

Like the Noquet of old, Nan prov'd nowt if not bold
in her effort at getting to ‘Yes!’

All too soon, ‘No!’s became the new normal,
nor'd no friend try to end that fine mess.
Was Nostromo the one? ("Nos” was second to none
in his noteworthy reaches toward ‘Yes!’)

Note his nous: Nos all ‘No!’s put on notice.
"'No!”'s be kid stuff," notes Nos, "to outguess.
I'll reach ‘Yes!’ or I'll bust! I'm no novice: I'll just
make my mind up to wind up at ‘Yes!’

But...till ‘No!’s are no longer so noxious,
I shall press on nor not acquiesce,
till from Noyon to Perth, all across Mother Earth,
the whole world drops its anchor at ‘Yes!’

I shall stab all the ‘No!'s. I shall grab up a hose; 
with its nozzle I'll, fin'lly, suppress
all the ‘No!'s. Only then, when I’ve heard Earth’s "Amen!"
shall I waken (that taken as ‘Yes!’)