Robert Rorabeck

Bronze Star - 2,308 Points (04/10/1978 / Berrien Springs)

Robert Rorabeck Poems

6281. The Delphic Mirror 10/6/2015
6282. Roses In The Abscesses Of Concrete 12/1/2015
6283. Upon Your Vulpine Lawn 12/1/2015
6284. The Adventures Of Cadavers 12/1/2015
6285. Ji Kwon Kong: A Poem For My Father 1/4/2016
6286. The Ambergris Of The White Whales 1/18/2016
6287. By Another Mourning 1/18/2016
6288. Tiger Cake 1/30/2016
6289. In The Extinct Romances Of A Christian Valentine 2/11/2016
6290. Elbows Of Memory 2/11/2016
6291. The Crepescule Of Shanghai 2/29/2016
6292. A Siren For Truancy 3/16/2016
6293. In The Playground Of Unremembered Rules 4/5/2016
6294. Movie Theatre For Those Wounds Of The Heart 5/26/2016
6295. Some New Kind Of Baseball Game 6/4/2016
6296. The Resonance Of My Children 7/6/2016
6297. Like Rockets Exploding For The Fourth Of July 7/6/2016
6298. The Billboards Of Mascara 7/6/2016
6299. The Wishing Wells Of The Dimmly Lit Amusement Park 7/6/2016
6300. Hieroglyphics Of Our Nostalgias 7/25/2016
6301. The Greenness Of A Promised Holiday 7/29/2016
6302. Saturn's Jewel Incrusted Rings 8/23/2016
6303. The Eternal Negative Of The Most Beautiful Mountains 8/31/2016
6304. The Lines Of Clouds 9/13/2016
6305. Nursery Rhyme 9/16/2016
6306. Blindness's Feast 9/17/2016
6307. The Last Of The Two Of Our Loneliest Of Children 9/28/2016
6308. The Silver Waves To A Golden Shore 10/28/2016
6309. By My Early Forties 11/4/2016
6310. Cadmus's Hounds 11/23/2016
6311. Lo And Behold 12/3/2016
6312. Mary Did You Know? The Purely Scientific Version 12/6/2016
6313. The Nightmares Of Their Shuddering Metamorphosis 2/1/2017
6314. Watching Midnight Express After John Hurt's Death 2/3/2017
6315. Lancelot's Vertebrae 2/4/2017
6316. Ester 2/20/2017
6317. The Tomb Of Your Hands 4/4/2017
6318. The Eyes Of Dr Tj Eckleburg 4/24/2017
6319. Drowning The Graveyards 5/30/2017
6320. The Forever Backyards 6/19/2017

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 ...

Read the full of A Flower In The Rain

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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