Robert Rorabeck

Bronze Star - 2,024 Points (04/10/1978 / Berrien Springs)

Robert Rorabeck Poems

961. Three Legged Horse 4/7/2009
962. Prelude To That Song 4/8/2009
963. Imaginary Real-Estate 4/9/2009
964. Still-Life On The Verge Of Suburbia 4/9/2009
965. Chivalrous Aphorism 4/9/2009
966. Shore Drive 4/10/2009
967. Heather? 4/10/2009
968. Since We Dreamed That Way 4/10/2009
969. Like An Engine In The Rays 4/11/2009
970. In The Empire Of The Sun's Playground 4/11/2009
971. We Commence 4/13/2009
972. Like A Minnow Blushing In The Nylon Mask Of Your Tawny Calf 4/13/2009
973. Cricket 4/13/2009
974. Such A Day 4/14/2009
975. True Beauty 4/15/2009
976. The Husband's Fateful Verse 4/15/2009
977. Not Another Turn 4/15/2009
978. Toy Soldier, Plastic Boy 4/16/2009
979. Animal Pain 4/16/2009
980. This At 9: 43 Or Whatever 4/16/2009
981. Yeah, Whatever 4/17/2009
982. Lines In The Dark 4/17/2009
983. Not At All Like Sunlight Through Those Graves 4/24/2009
984. Time Crimes 4/25/2009
985. The Nocturnal Summertine Of A Celestial Carrousel 4/26/2009
986. From The Eyes Of Young Lovers Whose Beds Are Already Burning 4/27/2009
987. Out In The Penumbras Of The Wide World 4/28/2009
988. Plathe Isn'T Free Anymore 4/28/2009
989. The Little Puddy-Romeos In Their Sideshow Cavorting 4/28/2009
990. Like A Letter In A Bottle Propped Amongst The Seashells 4/29/2009
991. Lines For Little Boy's Games 4/30/2009
992. The Fables By Which She Fans Her Children 4/30/2009
993. The Right Key To Sing 4/30/2009
994. Even When You Are Fleeting 5/1/2009
995. The Conjuring Dance Of The Dust Devils' Ballet 5/1/2009
996. Over The Downhill Shop Of My Tomb 5/2/2009
997. Biting The Hand Of A Beautifully Careless Master 5/3/2009
998. Murderous Muse 5/3/2009
999. The Cool Death Around The Next Bend 5/3/2009
1000. On The Move 5/6/2009
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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Ganymede

Long lost passageways come down
sometimes from the sun they help
you remember how the holy ghost
burned when you were young
and still going to church you
thought John Wayne was a real
cowboy and wondered how he could
die to be reborn the next showing
The Cowboys The Searchers

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