Robert Rorabeck

Veteran Poet - 1,996 Points (04/10/1978 / Berrien Springs)

Robert Rorabeck Poems

5961. Pigmentation Of The Shadows 2/8/2013
5962. Kaleidoscope Perched All Alone 2/12/2013
5963. The Gills Of Unknown Trespassers 2/12/2013
5964. The Soft Declivities Of Paper Airplanes 2/12/2013
5965. Entangled As The Snowflakes 2/12/2013
5966. These Playful Enigmas 2/12/2013
5967. The Drive-In Theatres Of The Ever-Loving Moon 2/12/2013
5968. The Fire Which Has Drowned 2/12/2013
5969. The Memories Of The Forgotten Prairie 2/12/2013
5970. The Killjoy Sensations 2/12/2013
5971. Plagiarisms Of The Sunlight 2/15/2013
5972. Elbows Of The Garden 2/15/2013
5973. In The Brown Webs Of The Pond 2/15/2013
5974. Like Stones On A Lake 2/15/2013
5975. In The Park Of One Too Many Shadows 2/15/2013
5976. The Architectures Of Paper Airplanes 2/15/2013
5977. The Stoned Earth 2/15/2013
5978. The Metamorphosis Which Happens In Our Peripheral Vision 2/15/2013
5979. Visions Of A Far Away Mexico 2/15/2013
5980. In Days After Christmases Are Dead 2/15/2013
5981. Blame 2/18/2013
5982. To Pen Names Of Other Mirages 2/18/2013
5983. Houses Of Glad Kisses 2/18/2013
5984. The Uninhabitable Fantasies 2/18/2013
5985. By Her Own Amphitheatres 2/18/2013
5986. The Mobiles Of Crystalline Airplanes 2/18/2013
5987. Fireworks And Christmas Trees. 2/18/2013
5988. Fireworks And Christmas Trees 2/18/2013
5989. By The Movie Theatres Of The Graveyards 2/2/2013
5990. Like The Sun 2/2/2013
5991. Doing A Millions Seconds 2/2/2013
5992. Folded From Paper Dolls 2/2/2013
5993. Rosy Bouquets Of Mars 2/2/2013
5994. To The Children Of The Lovers 2/3/2013
5995. Songs From Across The Oceans 2/3/2013
5996. Those Silhouettes Of The Wind-Tunnels 2/3/2013
5997. Muse On The Moon 2/3/2013
5998. The Lovers Of Purple Airplanes 2/3/2013
5999. Roses In The Sea 2/3/2013
6000. That One Time 2/3/2013
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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Tomorrow's Consumptions

The city at night,
The city at large:
Open mouthed, swallowing,
The giant in the clouds;
It was swallowing its bridegrooms-
It was swallowing its anyways at night:


This wasn't just America,

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