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Robert Bessel Poem
Were going to the Florida Keys! Were going to Florida Keys!
As I mentioned we were on our way to the Florida Keys...
it was my mother, father, my sisters and me the brother of the family,
driving down the road for what seemed to be an eternity,
we always stopped at different places between the two this time especially,
the reason being, the mother of the family is now to be excepting.
So she's extra hungry! Eating for two and craving the craziest of foods,
she pretty much had the whole East coast to choose.
My dad driving, my sister Debby and I going back and forth,
if were not for the sake of that game boy!
Now we have reach our destination,
were on Cudjoe Key! It is about 80 degree
and first I run straight to the edge of the of peer, were it looks
out and over the clearest water anywhere near Dela-Where?
The peer looks out and over the Gulf Of Mexico just amazed, excited
and anticipating exactly what ever it is that they have plained to do next,
The next day we were out to sea, all on board the The HammerHead outboard!
My Pop-pop being just as excited as me, to show us all the secret fishing spots!
my dad and I at the captains orders.
With fishing lines casted in crept the board-em,
then the noise of the reel on the pole humming the tune of something, finally something!
as my pop-pop flung back on the pole "hooking" the fish, he calls for me to take control
reeling and getting tired quick, we all soon realized it wasn't just a fish for us to consume
it was actually a Hammer Head shark!
it wasn't any bigger then about 3 foot long it was still very strong, and still as dangerous
as it looked,
Not second guessing the situation, the adults took control with all their
experience cutting the fishing line, but not before we got to take a good
long look and a couple pictures of this...
this shark the particular one that my pop-pop named his boat after,
now with a story to last a lifetime and a few kodak memory's of this specific time
only to hope as I'm watching the sun set that me and my family will soon have a story
just like this one to rewind.
Robert c Bessel jr.
2/23/2014
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Leadership is me, is a man or woman,
taking life by the heart,
always staying in reach of a book, and or pen
persevering to stay smart which is the end is the inevitable
if you believe, you will have great achievement's
to come and to show, to hang, and to hold
Copyright © Robert Bessel | Year Posted 2013
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Its all of your imagination,
The night life, in the day time? All the shine, in the
New York, New York, kinda times
New York times in the winter months imaginable, very cold,
Let me really make it in a New York kinda mind frame , crystal clear, fashion with nothing,
Nothing but the best, and the rest is a block ago,
at the end of the block, Turn left,
Then in a quick New York minute,
you'll see a big Christmas tree and ice skating rink,
When you see the taxi with the big logo saying
Go That away!
You've only gone to far in a New York Kinda minute.
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Me and you meeting for the first time;
both wanting something as rare as a solar eclipse,
and the stars in the day time,
Blame it on the moon,
for it will consume are light for a moment or two,
who new that on November the 3rd 2013 there will surly be a real solar eclipse,
this girl is rare as it, and as real as the darkness in the day time,
she shines like the north star,
reminds of this solar eclipse steeling the light away from me,
only coming around once in a new moon kinda time this girls timing is perfect,
Blame it on the moon light in the day time, the alcohol in the night
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Twisted and true many live threw dark sunny days,
Not to cast a natural shadow or even open closed
doors with a flash light, These dark sunny days
are all overcast, casted by your own shadows Covering up
what's inside weighing you down, day by day piece
by piece, Don't think they don't notice your cover, staying
out of the light on dark sunny day Living
only in mystery.
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My Vows
These our my marriage vows
To have and to hold we stand Hand & hand
To mold both together becoming United we stand
As we stand man and woman, husband and wife
Under lifes microscope Till death do us part
By this archery of life as we say I do, I promise
To build and to plan for all the
Unnecessary
Love
is
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May I ask you for this dance;
maybe lead to a little romance,
in the middle of the midnight
moon light,
After the first may I ask for
the second,
chances our takin were dancing like?
You and me in the moon light,
waiting for sun,
laughing and carrying on,
like two kids with a candy spoon,
wishing and hoping on a shooting
star for another may I.
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This life is full of surprises,
In one days life multiple can be born,
Several more life's exposed to the elements
Bow our heads,
can we morn?
Please forgive for all these sins
giving back must not be in the forecast yet,
I only see debt filling up my window sills
So I'm all in, what ever it takes
Sin over and under it's all in the upcoming of
a young entrepreneur, as for now
I'll pray and weave my nightly thoughts away in with the rest
Can I rest?
When it's in the forecast as for now I'm back
To the grinding stone, thinking of ways to get by without
Getting stoned for all the sins
Playing no games barley with time to think straight.
Make no mistake from here on out I'm flying high, highly appreciative
For these words our weapons
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I do recall, looking back on the time,
O' my have the years gone by,
speaking on age now,
I have a son,
he's seven years young,
my so fast he's grown,
looking back on the time my hands our tied,
never wishing to turn back the hands before me, and forbid to be grown,
for I love this life and all that I own,
now turning toward counter clock wise,
hoping for nothing more wiser then time its self,
as I look at my clock ten times more,
I can see only joy for me and my boy,
until I return once more and recall all I've done before,
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Dark ashes and bright lights fill the sky
A negative atmosphere
Mother Nature at its best
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