Robert Rorabeck

Bronze Star - 2,196 Points (04/10/1978 / Berrien Springs)

Robert Rorabeck Poems

2201. The Money In The World 2/10/2010
2202. Of Its Dusky Mercury 2/10/2010
2203. Not Ever Will Be 2/10/2010
2204. Listen To The Mausoleums Grow 2/10/2010
2205. My Song Of Songs 2/10/2010
2206. Where She Belongs 2/10/2010
2207. The Hardest Time Remembering Who I Am 2/10/2010
2208. Our Kindred Obsession 2/10/2010
2209. The Endless Shell Rock Road 2/11/2010
2210. The Hundred Proof Blueness 2/11/2010
2211. With Her Eyes Closed Or Her Eyes Opened 2/11/2010
2212. Under Another Silly Moon 2/11/2010
2213. In The Rainstorms Of Wonderful Valentines 2/11/2010
2214. Like A Famished Stage 2/13/2010
2215. Seemed As Well To Glean 2/13/2010
2216. Or Maybe I Should Not Let You 2/3/2010
2217. Shorter Ways To Go 2/3/2010
2218. Great 2/3/2010
2219. Their Cats In Perfect Time 2/3/2010
2220. The Faces Of My Mortal Gods 2/4/2010
2221. Nothing Left To Prove 2/4/2010
2222. Where Every Wildflower Still Grows 2/4/2010
2223. So Very Far To Go 2/5/2010
2224. The Senses Of This Class 12/10/2009
2225. Still Very Beautiful 12/11/2009
2226. To Make You Wet 12/11/2009
2227. If I Once Lived There 2/5/2010
2228. Of This Better World 2/5/2010
2229. One Other Humid Crepescule 2/6/2010
2230. Lucky Thirteen 2/6/2010
2231. The Alamo 2/6/2010
2232. The Swings Of My Kind But Embittering Enmity 2/6/2010
2233. Until She Thinks To Look At Me 2/13/2010
2234. Just About Everything It Ever Saw 2/14/2010
2235. The Metamorphosis Which Sets In The West 2/15/2010
2236. Mistaken 2/15/2010
2237. What I Suppose Doesn'T Have To Be Real 2/15/2010
2238. That Awful Bird 2/15/2010
2239. What I Am Looking For 2/15/2010
2240. The Little Things That Can Almost Kill 2/15/2010

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

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

Appomattox

In bed with the early morning shadows
bleeding the night into another killing
where glorious colors like afterbirth flows
in nebular jets into the horizon’s bowl,
revealed, I have the presentiment that my
life will fail, and rising against my Northern
dreams, I secede against their human impulse
of hope, and the cities inside me scream,
“You will never have her. She will never love you! ”

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