Robert Rorabeck

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

Robert Rorabeck Poems

1601. The Whole D@mned Sky 10/15/2009
1602. Stranded On The Somnolent Sea 10/15/2009
1603. The Breeze To Me And Her Alike 10/15/2009
1604. Marvelous Ruin 10/15/2009
1605. So Beautiful 10/15/2009
1606. The Mothers Too 10/15/2009
1607. The Little Fish 10/15/2009
1608. In The Velvet Ballroom Of Your Hapless Soul 10/15/2009
1609. Imprint Of My Memory 10/9/2009
1610. That Will Never Be Sold 10/15/2009
1611. They Never Once 10/15/2009
1612. Pale 10/18/2009
1613. This Hollow Green Soul 10/18/2009
1614. The Velvet Throat Darkness 10/18/2009
1615. Something That Can Never 10/18/2009
1616. Never Around 10/25/2009
1617. Enough 10/25/2009
1618. Just Enough 10/25/2009
1619. Close Your Eyes 10/25/2009
1620. Cruel Winter's Shade 10/25/2009
1621. That Cannot Be This 10/25/2009
1622. Lonely Satin Dog 10/25/2009
1623. Saddlebags Of Dreams 10/25/2009
1624. Neither Shadow Nor Sleep 10/25/2009
1625. Who Are Almost Real 10/25/2009
1626. Fire Engine God 10/25/2009
1627. Who Are Always Getting Up Again 10/25/2009
1628. The Busted Zoo 10/25/2009
1629. Fieldtrips Of Summers Gone 10/25/2009
1630. Mother's Milk 10/25/2009
1631. Victorious Dark 10/25/2009
1632. You Are There 10/25/2009
1633. Royalty In The Sky 10/25/2009
1634. In Me 10/25/2009
1635. The Crassness Of Banshees 10/25/2009
1636. Queenly-Acanthine Estuaries 10/30/2009
1637. One Of You Of Every Kind 10/30/2009
1638. Metamorphosing Birthday Cake 10/30/2009
1639. Salthy Unabashed Surcease 10/30/2009
1640. Wounded In A Crooked Garden 10/30/2009
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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