Robert Rorabeck

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

Robert Rorabeck Poems

2241. The Little Things That Can Almost Kill 2/15/2010
2242. Into Another Far Off And Lycanthropic Night 2/15/2010
2243. Just Some More Thoughts 2/15/2010
2244. Of Baseball Players And Really Lucky Genies 2/15/2010
2245. The Fake Diamond Tabernacles Of Being Your Friend 2/15/2010
2246. The Cats In The Cinderblocks Cleaning Their Young 2/15/2010
2247. In A Deeply Sated Creche Against The Eves 2/15/2010
2248. The Muse Of My 2/15/2010
2249. The Muse Of My Eternal Stories 2/15/2010
2250. The Feeling Of My Sound 2/15/2010
2251. My Inescapable Of Tomorrows 2/15/2010
2252. The Rest Of My Days 2/16/2010
2253. The Cataracts Of Her Homeopathic Oils 2/16/2010
2254. In Your Office An Orchid Blooms 2/16/2010
2255. Your Amens 2/16/2010
2256. Like Marmalade In The Shade 2/16/2010
2257. Even Though You Say You Are Still A Good Girl 2/16/2010
2258. Just Trying To Survive 2/16/2010
2259. Where I Remain Dreaming 2/16/2010
2260. The Exhibit Of Your Thoughtless Well Of Souls 2/16/2010
2261. Holidays Of Interchangeable Heirlooms 2/17/2010
2262. The Names I Will Never Know 2/18/2010
2263. The Ivy Of A More Inner Dove 2/18/2010
2264. That Wonderous Religion That I Name After You 2/18/2010
2265. Quarterback To The Civil Wars Of Spain 2/18/2010
2266. Jean 2/18/2010
2267. With Eyes Such As Yours 2/19/2010
2268. With Nothing Left To Prove 2/19/2010
2269. In A Country Named After You 2/19/2010
2270. The Very Picture Of The Story I Sing 2/19/2010
2271. Little Office In The Gloom 2/19/2010
2272. The Burning Sugarcanes 2/19/2010
2273. I Remember You Too 2/19/2010
2274. Waiting For A Real Hero 11/25/2009
2275. The Red Bricks Of Philosophical Capital 2/6/2010
2276. The Shadow Of His Own Song 2/21/2010
2277. The Backyards Of These Patios 2/21/2010
2278. Like Fattened Lizards In Your Body's Song 2/21/2010
2279. Like A Delicious Plague Of Roses 2/21/2010
2280. The Vantage Point Of Their Lonely Studios 2/21/2010

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

Beds Of Concrete

Her eyes the
Deep deep aqueducts
The sunlight skated on
Like water spiders
And beautiful couples
Never revealing
The murdered love
Down so very deep

The skeletons peeling
Inside
The rusting landrover
Flipped over against
The bed of concrete

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