Robert Rorabeck

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

Robert Rorabeck Poems

1641. Really Is A Shame 10/30/2009
1642. Waning Marble Spine 10/30/2009
1643. Night And Day 10/30/2009
1644. Floating On A Lucky Gentleman's Balloon 10/30/2009
1645. Panting Over His Master's Grave Until Resurrection Day 10/30/2009
1646. To Return The Favor 10/30/2009
1647. For A Very Long Time 10/25/2009
1648. Burning At Both Ends 10/25/2009
1649. Two Things 10/25/2009
1650. Gone Into The Sky 10/25/2009
1651. It Would Be Almost Worth Living 10/30/2009
1652. Like It Always Does 10/30/2009
1653. Nice And Slow 10/30/2009
1654. Burrowed Ground 10/30/2009
1655. Hurricane Of The Headless Chicken 10/30/2009
1656. Really Something 10/30/2009
1657. Possibilities 10/30/2009
1658. Knighted By Her Cool Everything 10/30/2009
1659. Back Up Against The Breathless Rosebushes God Knows Where 10/30/2009
1660. Toward The Jungle Of The Deeper Shore 10/30/2009
1661. By Laying Our Courting Eyes Back And Forth Upon Us 10/30/2009
1662. That I Was Even Gone 10/30/2009
1663. Really Want To Come 10/30/2009
1664. Sweet, Sweet Honey Beast 10/30/2009
1665. Driving Away 10/31/2009
1666. She Still Does All That She Can 10/31/2009
1667. Get Up Good 10/31/2009
1668. Like My Dogs 11/5/2009
1669. Tomatio 11/5/2009
1670. With Your Undying Forgetfulness 11/5/2009
1671. Their Hungry-Eyed Epicurian Way 11/5/2009
1672. Still In Love 11/5/2009
1673. Pinpointing Our Souls' Heady Altitude 11/5/2009
1674. Who I Am 11/5/2009
1675. I Didn'T Even Need A Car 11/5/2009
1676. Into Her Eyes Everyday 11/5/2009
1677. To Pleasure Her 11/5/2009
1678. Thinking Of You 11/5/2009
1679. Never Found 11/5/2009
1680. So Nice 11/5/2009
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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Prehistoric Red Room

I’ve created behind my eyes
A prehistoric red room
where extinct women gyrate
to the flickering kiss of
kerosene lamps, everyone
who lived before me and
died in Detroit with the
junkyards visits me here-
relaxing on red vinyl

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