Robert Rorabeck

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

Robert Rorabeck Poems

6121. By Pablo Neruda 8/19/2012
6122. In The Pantomimes Of The Plagiarims Of My Father 8/19/2012
6123. The Smiling Alligator 8/22/2012
6124. The Missplaced Applauces 8/22/2012
6125. The Stewardesses Who Work For Charity 8/22/2012
6126. Zoetrope Around The Moon 8/22/2012
6127. Girl Named A- 8/22/2012
6128. The Loveliest Of Stewardesses 8/22/2012
6129. The Broken Down School Bus 8/22/2012
6130. The Night Where You Were Mine 8/22/2012
6131. The Lips To Spell 8/22/2012
6132. In A Womb Of Stars 8/22/2012
6133. Their Present Perfect Superlatives 8/22/2012
6134. Just As Good As Heaven 8/25/2012
6135. The Strange Visions 8/25/2012
6136. The Televisions And The Christmas Trees 8/25/2012
6137. Cursing The Stewardesses 8/25/2012
6138. The Lips Of Fine Gentlemen 8/25/2012
6139. This Lovely Town 8/25/2012
6140. Stolen Expressions Of Yellow 8/26/2012
6141. Like Some Adolescent Giant Reaching Through The Clouds 8/26/2012
6142. The Fieldtrip's Playgrounds 8/26/2012
6143. Our Time At The Zoo 8/26/2012
6144. Underneath The Vanished Stars 8/26/2012
6145. This Joy In The Night 8/26/2012
6146. Massacre Underneath The Sun 8/26/2012
6147. No Beauty That Is Actually Her Own 8/26/2012
6148. Like A Lamp Underneath The Sun 8/26/2012
6149. Swinging In Her Tomorrow 8/26/2012
6150. The Nighttime Wildlife 8/26/2012
6151. In Your Auburn Hair 8/28/2012
6152. The Outskirts Of Town 8/28/2012
6153. Of A Lizard 8/28/2012
6154. Because Of Lightning 8/28/2012
6155. Old And Copper Men 8/28/2012
6156. The Abandoning Natures Of Their Own Front Yards 8/28/2012
6157. Captivated And Alone 8/28/2012
6158. Into The Wishingwell Of The Armpits 8/28/2012
6159. That Very Thing 8/28/2012
6160. Good Kid 8/28/2012

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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Appomattox

In bed with the early morning shadows
bleeding the night into another killing
where glorious colors like afterbirth flows
in nebular jets into the horizon’s bowl,
revealed, I have the presentiment that my
life will fail, and rising against my Northern
dreams, I secede against their human impulse
of hope, and the cities inside me scream,
“You will never have her. She will never love you! ”

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