Robert Rorabeck

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

Robert Rorabeck Poems

1441. The Wishful Face Of Our Forgotten Florida 9/25/2009
1442. The Cerulean Blanket 9/26/2009
1443. Looking Good 9/26/2009
1444. Impermanent Beauty Mark 9/26/2009
1445. She Is Not Mine 9/27/2009
1446. Halfway Up The Mountain 9/27/2009
1447. The Oil Rig's Birthday 9/27/2009
1448. Failing You In The Mortal Night 9/27/2009
1449. Three Children Prompting Death 9/27/2009
1450. The Better Means To Live 9/27/2009
1451. Waiting For Her To Get On Home 9/27/2009
1452. Bight By Bight 9/27/2009
1453. He Who Should Never, Ever Cry 9/27/2009
1454. Too Far Away To Listen 9/27/2009
1455. Early Morning Paramours 9/28/2009
1456. The Kindling Blade 9/28/2009
1457. Muffled By The Rain 9/28/2009
1458. Diana's Ploys For Salty Boys 9/28/2009
1459. Kissing In A Hearse 9/28/2009
1460. Still Keeps A Beating Heart All Night For Me 9/28/2009
1461. Death Is Insatiable With His Spoiled Blue Eyes 9/28/2009
1462. Deep Into The Shallows Of Your Next Beatific Day 9/29/2009
1463. Nothing To Her World Always Turning 9/29/2009
1464. The Dark Theatrics Of An Overgrown Tomb 9/29/2009
1465. If I Were Daniel Johnston 9/29/2009
1466. The Sign Of The Albatross 9/29/2009
1467. The Wooden Theatre Of My Miniscule Amusement 9/29/2009
1468. In The Wings Of So Many Throaty Migrations 9/30/2009
1469. The Swimming Skeleton Of The Singing Wind Chimes 9/30/2009
1470. Emoting With No Tomb 10/1/2009
1471. Painful Friendship 10/1/2009
1472. Dancing In Their Weekend Proms 10/2/2009
1473. In Its Apathetic Shade 10/2/2009
1474. In The Midst Of Our Gorgeous Streets 10/2/2009
1475. What I Meant By Being Sincere 10/2/2009
1476. Metamorphosing For Her Soda Jerk 10/2/2009
1477. Playtime Amnesia 10/2/2009
1478. Could They? 10/2/2009
1479. Blue Eyes Crying In The Rain 10/2/2009
1480. How I Care About Your Little Black Sandals 10/2/2009

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 ...

Read the full of A Flower In The Rain

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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