Robert Rorabeck

Bronze Star - 2,196 Points (04/10/1978 / Berrien Springs)

Robert Rorabeck Poems

6641. The Fairy-Tale Of A Mermaid's Kiss 9/8/2008
6642. Swimming My Tomorrows 8/6/2008
6643. The Magician's Palm 8/2/2008
6644. For The Life Of Me 10/9/2008
6645. Kissing Your Dirty Mouth 9/29/2008
6646. Outside The Sphere Of My Influence 3/15/2009
6647. Pagan Holiday 12/10/2008
6648. High-Class Stuff (Censored) 5/10/2009
6649. The Funerals Of The Down To Earth World 5/4/2009
6650. She Kisses The Karate Kid 5/10/2009
6651. The Desirous Wealth Of Their So Deserved Heritage 6/5/2009
6652. Immoral Car Show 7/28/2009
6653. John Wayne 1/31/2012
6654. Thieveries Of Words 12/21/2011
6655. Upon An Emptied Theatre 3/31/2012
6656. Stones Of An Entire Earth 4/7/2012
6657. Horses And Unicorns 4/14/2012
6658. Christmas Trees Or Video Games 5/31/2012
6659. Metamorphosis's Rodeo 7/16/2012
6660. The Poems Of The Efficiencies Of My Echoes 9/6/2012
6661. Just As Wishes Of Little Boys 12/28/2012
6662. In The Glances Of Pinwheels 5/30/2013
6663. The Jewelry The Moon Steals 3/16/2013
6664. The Nocturnal Animal 3/3/2013
6665. Some With Meaning 1/5/2015
6666. Galahad, Son Of Lancelot 1/5/2013
6667. With The Tigers And The Lions 2/2/2013
6668. Slowly Toward The Sky 5/1/2012
6669. That Mountain 3/22/2015
6670. The Tide's Au'Vior 1/27/2009
6671. The House At The End Of The Lane 1/13/2009
6672. Suburban Personifications 10/24/2008
6673. Well Of Moonlight 10/4/2008
6674. The Sound And Fury 8/2/2008
6675. Alphabet Soup 6/2/2008
6676. Wounds Of Love 4/7/2008
6677. Lonely God Behind My Eyes 6/1/2007
6678. Bright As The Brightest Bright 2/15/2010
6679. The Bravest Of The Braves 2/21/2010
6680. The Same As An Anonymous Death 9/25/2009

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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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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