Robert Rorabeck

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

Robert Rorabeck Poems

2161. Diana 1/28/2010
2162. Blueberries 1/28/2010
2163. The Little Picassos 1/30/2010
2164. The Always Impossible Being 1/30/2010
2165. The Threshold Of A Vastly Apathetic World 1/30/2010
2166. The Seashore That Fit Her Abscense Perfectly 1/30/2010
2167. The World You Thought You Had Made 1/30/2010
2168. In Their Battalions Of Loneliness 1/30/2010
2169. The Riches Which Were His To Explore 1/30/2010
2170. That Wonderful Old English Summer 1/30/2010
2171. In The High Meadows Of Their Oh So Special Wars 1/30/2010
2172. That Awful Equation Of Occam's Easy Razor 1/30/2010
2173. How Little All Of That Must Cost 1/30/2010
2174. The Sweet Back Of The Far Flung Moon 1/30/2010
2175. The End Of The Week 1/30/2010
2176. The Promises That Were Never Made 1/30/2010
2177. To A Place I Am Sure Doesn'T Belong 1/30/2010
2178. Like Somniferous Tan Lines 1/30/2010
2179. Suicidal Munchkin 1/30/2010
2180. Never A Tourist In My Lines 1/30/2010
2181. Even More Than I Believe 1/31/2010
2182. None That Resemble Mine 1/31/2010
2183. The Roses Which Still Bare My Name 1/31/2010
2184. The Thoughts You Have Never Thought To Know 1/31/2010
2185. Even Though We Both Yet Breathe 1/31/2010
2186. In The Presence Of This Usually Cowardly Lion 2/1/2010
2187. Faithful And Beloved Pets 2/1/2010
2188. Notice 2/1/2010
2189. Like Milkmades Migrating 2/1/2010
2190. Tin-Foil Swords 2/1/2010
2191. Birds Who Will Never Fly Again 2/1/2010
2192. The Other Side Of The Canal 2/2/2010
2193. The Common Means Of Adultery 2/2/2010
2194. Our Eager Young Possibilities 2/2/2010
2195. To Make Room For Themselves 2/2/2010
2196. The Upcoming Bend 2/2/2010
2197. Taxing Reality 2/3/2010
2198. My Best Friend 2/3/2010
2199. The Starlets Of That Superimposing Glade 2/3/2010
2200. So Many Lives But Not So Many Names 2/3/2010

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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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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