Robert Rorabeck

Bronze Star - 2,238 Points (04/10/1978 / Berrien Springs)

Robert Rorabeck Poems

5601. The Neighborhood Of The Earth 8/3/2012
5602. Not The Same Thing As Angel Wings 8/3/2012
5603. The Bleachers Of An Empty Stadium 8/3/2012
5604. Bicycles Stolen From Their Own Children 8/3/2012
5605. Underneath The Misconceptions 8/3/2012
5606. Maidens Of A Perilous Castle 8/5/2012
5607. Thoughts Of Cotton Candy And Pin-Up Girls 8/5/2012
5608. Beneath The Traffic Of The Stars 8/5/2012
5609. The Senses Of The Sleepwalking Hills 8/5/2012
5610. Like A Cenotaph To A High School 8/5/2012
5611. The Cave Of Silver Stars 8/5/2012
5612. The Metamorphosis That Can Never Touch The Ground 8/7/2012
5613. The Brightest And The Darkest 8/7/2012
5614. Into The Sea Again 8/7/2012
5615. Like The Times Of A Merry-Go-Round 8/7/2012
5616. Like A Child Delighting 8/7/2012
5617. Like The Plagiarists Leaping For Shakespeare 8/7/2012
5618. Maybe On The Seventh Story 8/7/2012
5619. The Light-Bulbs Of All Of The Ferris-Wheels 8/7/2012
5620. Just Another Rainbow 8/7/2012
5621. With The Butterfly 8/7/2012
5622. To Remember Any Of Our Names 8/7/2012
5623. Rainstorm Above An Umbrella 8/7/2012
5624. Plagiarism And Sunlight And Stars 8/7/2012
5625. Egret In A Tree 8/11/2012
5626. The Pitchers Sweating On Their Diamonds 8/11/2012
5627. In Their Mornings 8/11/2012
5628. The Warmth Of My Mother's Eyes 8/11/2012
5629. From The Ballrooms 8/11/2012
5630. The Apiary Where I Take Her Last Name 8/11/2012
5631. Like Children In The Sky 8/11/2012
5632. I'Ve Put You In The Fairly Benevolent Surrender Of The Sky 8/11/2012
5633. The Shopping Malls Over A Tomb 8/11/2012
5634. The Journalists Of His Disbelief 8/11/2012
5635. The Grasses Of Those Backyards 8/16/2012
5636. The Hidden Yards 8/16/2012
5637. The Genie Inside 8/16/2012
5638. Well Of Holes 8/16/2012
5639. Coming Down On Us All 6/6/2012
5640. And Anyways 6/6/2012

Comments about Robert Rorabeck

  • Z. M. Wise Z. M. Wise (4/23/2015 12:03:00 AM)

    From what minescule fragments of a stockpile of poetic brilliance, I am completely blown away by Mr. Rorabeck's work. From his style and influences to his timing, rhythm, etc...I hope he never ceases this archaic and timeless craft. POETRY LIVES! !

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  • Justin Reamer Justin Reamer (5/17/2012 12:41:00 PM)

    I believe Bret is a very good poet. He seems to know what it takes to be a good poet. His rime and rhythm is evenly matched, and he knows how to convey his message in his poem. His poetry is flowing and soothing to the ear. He is one of the best modern poets on this site.

  • Peter O'Brien (9/18/2011 1:53:00 PM)

    A lovely selection of poems! The silver & gold of of famous wordsmiths - Baudelaire, Rimbaud, Lorca, Whitman & others! 'These fragment have I shored against my ruin...'. thanks
    Peter

  • Jim Troy (8/10/2011 5:56:00 AM)

    I have read just one and had to leave my applause.
    Gratefully looking forward, the honor to read more of your great works........Jim Troy

  • Jenda Lecroy (4/14/2010 9:14:00 PM)

    A true poet. Old soul, new life.

  • Virginie Guillemette (3/6/2008 1:41:00 PM)

    i really enjoy your work...i feel the sense of time given your words, as if you choose them as one chooses the ripest cherries in the pile. clever and from an honest place.

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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A Woman At My Door

I need a woman at my
door to drive home to
some long honey momma
who will love me
simply and cook frijoles for me
a woman I can lie
down on the couch with
and just love appreciate her silhouette
a red earth woman who

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