Robert M. Hensel was born in Rota, Spain in 1969. Currently a resident of Oswego, NY, 
he is an nternational poet-writer. Some of his most resent publishing credits are as followed: 
New York Review, Indie Journal, Inditor.com, Head in the Clouds: Christian magazine, 
Picture & Word, and No Noun-sense literary magazine. Robert is a 2005 nominee for the 
Pushcart Prize for outstanding Poets & Writers. Robert also serves as an Advocate for the disabled , 
an on going effort to better the rights of all Americans with disabilities. 

On October 1 2000 Robert was honored with having the mayor of his home town declare a week 
for the disabled, on his behalf. This week is to display the many accomplishments the 
disabled have achieved in the world today, which has been called," Beyond Limitations Week". 
In 2001 Robert was also honored with having the County of Oswego declare October 1st-7th as 
"Beyond Limitations Week". We've also learned that it is soon to be brought before the state 
of New York board to be adopted statewide. Robert is also in The Guinness Book of World Records, 
and Ripley's Believe it or Not for the longest non stop wheelie in a wheelchair, for which he 
covered a total distance of 6.178 miles. The reason for his record, was to help raise money 
for wheelchair ramps in his community.
 

 
 

                   "THE POET" 
 
     Worlds flow onto paper like rain, forming giant rivers of unseen lands.
     The very force guides us along a journey that holds of great adventure.
     We are the explorers of the literary world.
     We must find the courage to write what others are unable to, with the greatest of passion.
     A poet dreams, and then must portray his visions upon the page that lies before him.
     It is the beauty of all things that inspires us to communicate in such a way.
     A man does not wake up one day, and decide to become a poet.
     It must live in the very blood that courses through his veins.
     He is the creator of a world, only he has known.
     He is the actor and director, of all that speaks out through his pen.
     He is a man of all men, visionary of all visionaries.
     What you have'nt seen, he has.
     What you can't say, he can.
     For he is THE POET.
 
 
                  "WINTERS OFFERINGS"
 
     Crispy chimes of Autumn, spread out upon natures floor.
     The falling greens of spring and summer, now taking on a brown like decor.
     Bare bodies stand naked, their bones clanging in the wind.
     Hoping to soon be reclothed, by winters cool new offerings.
 
 
 
                    "INSIDE OF THEE"
 
     I kneel down before the shallow waters, to reveal my own reflection.
     Just a mere window of the soul, is all that my eye's can be detecting.
     For what all that I consume, is not all that their is.
     We must look beneath the visual shell, for that is where we live.
     Reach deep my friend and you shall find, much more than you conceive.
     For who or what we may become, exist inside of thee.
 
 

 
                   "PEACE OF MIND"
         
       Carry me out the ocean, where my
       drifting thoughts flow free.
       Guide them to a far distant land that
       only the mind can see.
       There I shall paint a great portrait, of
       what this world should be.
       A place without senseless wars, and
       human poverty.
 

 
                 "NIGHTS REFLECT"
 
               Shadow puppets on the wall.
               Dark carbon copies of what
               a furnished room bares.
               Into a black covered mirror
               my world reflects.
               Showing me things, only the
               night has to offer.
 

 
        " BODY,HEART, AND SOUL"
 
If the body was a tree, the inner rings would then surely begin to reveal the time it has had to mature.
 
If the heart was an open book, it would then be placed on the New York Times best sellers list, as one of today’s best romantic novels ever written.
 
If the mind was a time capsule, it would then be capable of holding on to every one of life’s recious moments, without ever having the chance of fading away.
 
 
               "PEACEFUL GROUND"
 
               Cool morning spit on bladed
               grass.
               A thousand silky fingers
               tickling toes.
               The strong scent of nature's
               freshly cut hair.
               Mans spiritual stamping ground
               toward inner peace.
 

 
               "NATURE'S KATRINA"
 
   The ocean wages war against coastal land.
   It's intentions quite clear, destroy modern
   man.
   With it's powerful artillery eagerly drawn,
   the enemy storms on and on.
   Pounding it's victims with enormous force.
   Through wind and rain, it remains it's 
   course.
   Breaking down levies and tearing down    
   trees, transforming whole cities into
   stagnant seas.
   Much life has been lost, by one tragic
   event.
   The brutal attack nature's Katrina has
   sent.
 
 
                       "LET IT BE"
 
              Let it be, that I may someday
              touch the stars.
              When all time for me has expired,
              and the soul begins to part.
              Guide me through the heavens,
              where life one day began.
              A perfect creation molded right
              out of our fathers loving hands.
 

 
             "BEYOND LIMITATIONS"
 
         Placing one foot in front of the other,
         I've climbed to higher lengths.
         Reaching beyond my own limitations
         to show my inner strength.
         No obstacle to hard for this warrior to
         overcome.
         I'm just a man on a mission, to prove
         my disability hasn't won.