Robert Rorabeck

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

Robert Rorabeck Poems

6441. Where The Devils Creased 10/5/2010
6442. From A Resilient Bird 9/11/2010
6443. The Many Lives Of Inconsequential Things 10/26/2010
6444. The Virtues Of Believing 10/3/2010
6445. Into The West 9/9/2010
6446. The Wings Of Beautiful Grasshoppers 9/1/2010
6447. The Sky's Backyard 9/7/2010
6448. The Other Side Of The Earth' 9/29/2010
6449. The Burning Light 9/3/2010
6450. Fully Fledged Flight Attendants 8/29/2010
6451. Their Striking Loves 8/25/2010
6452. Like A Makebelieve Theatre 8/24/2010
6453. Swearing To My Abscent Steed 8/18/2010
6454. Just As Beautiful As You 8/18/2010
6455. Through The Hearts Of Her Fair 8/17/2010
6456. Our Souls Uncorking Flumes 8/17/2010
6457. While The Tadpoles Metamorphosis 6/28/2010
6458. The Unreconciled Graves 8/23/2010
6459. The Sorry Mound Of Calvary 8/17/2010
6460. Your Esoteric And So Young Body 8/11/2010
6461. To Be Meat For Buzzards 7/27/2010
6462. The Airy Cylinders 7/25/2010
6463. So Many Reasons 7/22/2010
6464. The Nakedness Of Meaning 5/16/2010
6465. The Roof Of His Mind 7/7/2010
6466. The Despondency Of The Roses Of Her Name 6/24/2010
6467. Like Sunlight Slipping Over A Splendiferous Windowsill 6/20/2010
6468. The Plot Thickens 6/18/2010
6469. As It Did To Me 6/7/2010
6470. Underneath The Gaze Of The Castillo De San Marcos 5/16/2010
6471. While You Lay Asleep 5/7/2010
6472. His Meal For The Night 4/28/2010
6473. The Cats Of Fire 4/21/2010
6474. The Liquors Of My Unconditional Will 4/18/2010
6475. The Same Creaseless Daylight 4/17/2010
6476. While The Orchard Sings 4/15/2010
6477. The Grass Is Green 4/13/2010
6478. In Their Conquered Countries 4/12/2010
6479. The Budding Gravity Of Our Drinking Fountain 4/11/2010
6480. The Muscular Syllables Of His Golden Bed 4/9/2010

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 ...

Read the full of A Flower In The Rain


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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