Robert Rorabeck

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

Robert Rorabeck Poems

6281. In The Playground Of Unremembered Rules 4/5/2016
6282. Movie Theatre For Those Wounds Of The Heart 5/26/2016
6283. Some New Kind Of Baseball Game 6/4/2016
6284. The Resonance Of My Children 7/6/2016
6285. Like Rockets Exploding For The Fourth Of July 7/6/2016
6286. The Billboards Of Mascara 7/6/2016
6287. The Wishing Wells Of The Dimmly Lit Amusement Park 7/6/2016
6288. Hieroglyphics Of Our Nostalgias 7/25/2016
6289. The Greenness Of A Promised Holiday 7/29/2016
6290. Saturn's Jewel Incrusted Rings 8/23/2016
6291. The Eternal Negative Of The Most Beautiful Mountains 8/31/2016
6292. The Lines Of Clouds 9/13/2016
6293. Nursery Rhyme 9/16/2016
6294. Blindness's Feast 9/17/2016
6295. The Last Of The Two Of Our Loneliest Of Children 9/28/2016
6296. The Silver Waves To A Golden Shore 10/28/2016
6297. By My Early Forties 11/4/2016
6298. Cadmus's Hounds 11/23/2016
6299. Lo And Behold 12/3/2016
6300. Mary Did You Know? The Purely Scientific Version 12/6/2016
6301. The Nightmares Of Their Shuddering Metamorphosis 2/1/2017
6302. Watching Midnight Express After John Hurt's Death 2/3/2017
6303. Lost Loves 4/26/2014
6304. Inside Of Those Poor Muses 4/29/2014
6305. The Voluptuous Gossips 4/29/2014
6306. Makebelieve Dance 7/19/2013
6307. In The Chinese Theatres 7/19/2013
6308. Echoes Of The Blind Man's Hammer 1/23/2015
6309. Parks Of These Dullards 1/23/2015
6310. Within The Lactations Of A Suggestive Schoolyard 3/22/2015
6311. The End Of The Story For Girls Who Are No More Than Three Feet Tall 3/22/2015
6312. Ejaculating In The Misspellings Of The Afternoon 3/22/2015
6313. The Distance Of The Cosmos 3/24/2015
6314. To Believe In Unicorns 3/24/2015
6315. The Roads That Would Not Turn Around 3/24/2015
6316. Lancelot's Vertebrae 2/4/2017
6317. Ester 2/20/2017
6318. The Tomb Of Your Hands 4/4/2017
6319. The Eyes Of Dr Tj Eckleburg 4/24/2017
6320. Drowning The Graveyards 5/30/2017

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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A Woman At My Door

I need a woman at my
door to drive home to
some long honey momma
who will love me
simply and cook frijoles for me
a woman I can lie
down on the couch with
and just love appreciate her silhouette
a red earth woman who

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