Robert Rorabeck

Veteran Poet - 1,703 Points (04/10/1978 / Berrien Springs)

poet Robert Rorabeck

Robert Rorabeck Poems

1. Perfection Concrete In His Promise 12/6/2005
2. Beds Of Concrete 12/6/2005
3. Our Less Than Perfect Attempt To Remain Beyond Nothing 12/7/2005
4. A Woman At My Door 12/8/2005
5. Prehistoric Red Room 12/8/2005
6. Appomattox 12/8/2005
7. Five Hundred 12/1/2005
8. The True Romance Of Pulp Fiction (Or: How I Have 50 Days Left To Live) 12/1/2005
9. Rage Like Klaus Kinski 7/24/2005
10. Starved On The Dreams 7/24/2005
11. Universal, Expanding Gas 10/8/2005
12. The Ancient Planet 10/17/2005
13. In Coitus With The Devil If Only For A Second 10/21/2005
14. The Bearded Lady 9/21/2005
15. Blueprints To The Banshee 9/26/2005
16. Delaware 11/8/2005
17. My Head On The Pillow On The 50 Yard Line 11/13/2005
18. Barren Room 11/13/2005
19. Salt River Canyons 7/24/2005
20. Round 11/16/2005
21. Falls City 12/1/2005
22. Pure, Pure Sunlight 12/28/2005
23. One Day's Work Thanksgiving 12/28/2005
24. The Unpublished Continent 12/21/2005
25. Goldilocks And The Spear Of Longinus 1/25/2006
26. Rocket Launcher 2/1/2006
27. When I Was A Wolverine 2/1/2006
28. The Thing That No One Saw 2/11/2007
29. Last Of The Conquistadors 2/17/2007
30. Nightgown 2/17/2007
31. Boothill 4/9/2007
32. Drifters 4/13/2007
33. Loretta? 4/14/2007
34. Phoenix 4/16/2007
35. Unanswered Pain 4/23/2007
36. Miss Chinese Water Torture 4/23/2007
37. Dreams 4/23/2007
38. The Searchers 4/24/2007
39. Free Falling 3/3/2006
40. The Dying Eyelid Of Cain's Unfortunate Brother 4/29/2006
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Best Poem of Robert Rorabeck

A Flower In The Rain

I want to fall on you like rain
upon a wildflower
Opening new reason from you
Scaring all the old bees away from
Pollinating your bed
Scaring all the fake men off who
Can only stand the sun
So it’s just me and you in the
Meadow
The rabbits in the hole
The grasses are wet and beginning to bow
The forest is damp and sleepy
And in the meadow
I bend down and kiss your petals wetly
Falling all over you
Letting your pistil slip into my mouth
Sucking off your honey,
Almost plucking you
But not going so far
Just pulling you so that you can ...

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Drowning The Graveyards

When I saw you standing there, I knew that this was America.
The sea encroaching like an unwanted lover,
Shimmering with its cenotaphs of conquistadors-
The crowds gathering separated by infinitesimal lovers.
Hands reaching out, dividing like starfish infinitely wounded,
Recreating the reciprocities of an untouchable classroom:
Seeing him attempting to pin a corsage on the hem of
Her phosphorescent dress:
Like a weeping bouquet dredged from a mortally wounded womb:

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