Robert Rorabeck

Bronze Star - 2,195 Points (04/10/1978 / Berrien Springs)

Robert Rorabeck Poems

1001. The Husband's Fateful Verse 4/15/2009
1002. Not Another Turn 4/15/2009
1003. Toy Soldier, Plastic Boy 4/16/2009
1004. Animal Pain 4/16/2009
1005. This At 9: 43 Or Whatever 4/16/2009
1006. Yeah, Whatever 4/17/2009
1007. Lines In The Dark 4/17/2009
1008. Not At All Like Sunlight Through Those Graves 4/24/2009
1009. Time Crimes 4/25/2009
1010. The Nocturnal Summertine Of A Celestial Carrousel 4/26/2009
1011. From The Eyes Of Young Lovers Whose Beds Are Already Burning 4/27/2009
1012. Out In The Penumbras Of The Wide World 4/28/2009
1013. Plathe Isn'T Free Anymore 4/28/2009
1014. The Little Puddy-Romeos In Their Sideshow Cavorting 4/28/2009
1015. Like A Letter In A Bottle Propped Amongst The Seashells 4/29/2009
1016. Lines For Little Boy's Games 4/30/2009
1017. The Fables By Which She Fans Her Children 4/30/2009
1018. The Right Key To Sing 4/30/2009
1019. Even When You Are Fleeting 5/1/2009
1020. The Conjuring Dance Of The Dust Devils' Ballet 5/1/2009
1021. Over The Downhill Shop Of My Tomb 5/2/2009
1022. Biting The Hand Of A Beautifully Careless Master 5/3/2009
1023. Murderous Muse 5/3/2009
1024. The Cool Death Around The Next Bend 5/3/2009
1025. On The Move 5/6/2009
1026. The Golden Webs Of His Sister's Paramour 5/6/2009
1027. Strangers Of Science 5/7/2009
1028. Tumbler’s Eden 5/7/2009
1029. The River Too Deep To Pray 5/8/2009
1030. Granaries Of The Sky 5/8/2009
1031. Post-Modern Conquistadors 5/8/2009
1032. Just One Of Many 5/8/2009
1033. I'Ll Sing Your Name (But I Am Just Drunk) 5/8/2009
1034. Blue Faucet 5/8/2009
1035. Misty Fingerprints 5/9/2009
1036. The Rainstorms Don'T Exist 5/9/2009
1037. Another Poem 5/9/2009
1038. Come On 5/9/2009
1039. If's 5/9/2009
1040. Rainwater In A Barrel 5/9/2009

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

Romeo And Juliet's Wedding Vows

Juliet:
I will be thy chased rose and take thy name.
My heart will continue drumming its love for you the same;
And though thy mother and father mean nothing to me—
You are the sun rising over the bosom of my heart’s sea.
I will go with you hand in young hand
And be like your shadow roaming with you across the land.
In your eyes I see the myriad truths of my own soul
A kaleidoscope of sea shells in a pretty bowl—
To you, my love, I will always be true—
And that is why I say that I do—

Romeo:
To think that the very sun I saw last night should so ...

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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
Inside
The rusting landrover
Flipped over against
The bed of concrete

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