Robert Rorabeck

Bronze Star - 2,259 Points (04/10/1978 / Berrien Springs)

Robert Rorabeck Poems

6241. Through The Throats Of The Mountains 5/7/2014
6242. Over The Happenstance Of The Moment 5/7/2014
6243. Beneath The Horses 5/12/2014
6244. In Shanghai 5/12/2014
6245. The Tears Of The Rain 5/12/2014
6246. The Windows Of The Women 5/12/2014
6247. The Last Of Any While 5/12/2014
6248. Unopened Yesterdays 5/12/2014
6249. This Broken Mirror World 5/19/2014
6250. Raining Now 5/19/2014
6251. To Look Outside 5/19/2014
6252. To Strengthen My Gut 5/19/2014
6253. Good Cheer 5/19/2014
6254. Like A City With So Many Stars 4/29/2014
6255. This White Liquor 4/29/2014
6256. Cover Up The Beautiful, Beautiful Words 4/29/2014
6257. Flying By The Stars 4/29/2014
6258. The Unbusied Intersections 5/1/2014
6259. For A Nameless Road 5/1/2014
6260. In The Missplaced Playgrounds 5/1/2014
6261. Makebelieve Dance 7/19/2013
6262. In The Chinese Theatres 7/19/2013
6263. Echoes Of The Blind Man's Hammer 1/23/2015
6264. Parks Of These Dullards 1/23/2015
6265. Within The Lactations Of A Suggestive Schoolyard 3/22/2015
6266. The End Of The Story For Girls Who Are No More Than Three Feet Tall 3/22/2015
6267. Ejaculating In The Misspellings Of The Afternoon 3/22/2015
6268. Beside The Brink 3/24/2015
6269. The Shoulder-Blades Of A Goddess 5/19/2015
6270. The Paraphernalia Of Hotdogs And Souvenirs 5/19/2015
6271. The Wind-Thrown Bottles 6/9/2015
6272. The Mirages Of A Once Poisonous Artistry 7/10/2015
6273. What Was Supposed To Have Been An Ode To Zucker's Bicycle 7/10/2015
6274. In The Momenty Of Her Heart's Beating 7/21/2015
6275. The Sun Caresses The Seas 7/21/2015
6276. The Patios Of The Passersby 7/21/2015
6277. The Sunken Barbarians 9/6/2015
6278. The Ferris Wheels Of Her Soul 10/6/2015
6279. The Delphic Mirror 10/6/2015
6280. Roses In The Abscesses Of Concrete 12/1/2015

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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Beds Of Concrete

Her eyes the
Deep deep aqueducts
The sunlight skated on
Like water spiders
And beautiful couples
Never revealing
The murdered love
Down so very deep

The skeletons peeling
Inside
The rusting landrover
Flipped over against
The bed of concrete

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