Robert Rorabeck

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

Robert Rorabeck Poems

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

  • 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
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
The rusting landrover
Flipped over against
The bed of concrete

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