Robert Rorabeck

Bronze Star - 2,238 Points (04/10/1978 / Berrien Springs)

Robert Rorabeck Poems

2601. Everything To Me 4/9/2010
2602. Hard At Caressing Your Tide 4/9/2010
2603. Magnifying Boxes 4/9/2010
2604. Exactly What I Should Not Do 4/9/2010
2605. Otherwise Has Nothing Else To Lose 4/9/2010
2606. Out Of Esoteric Necessity 4/9/2010
2607. In An Obviously Bright And Sunny Day 4/9/2010
2608. Dive Bombing For Your Bloom 4/9/2010
2609. The Valley And Every Time 4/9/2010
2610. The Instruments They Learn To Enjoy 4/11/2010
2611. The Places Where They Used To Live 4/11/2010
2612. In Another World It Should Begin To Snow 4/11/2010
2613. For Their Makings Of Love 4/11/2010
2614. The Zephyrs Brushing Your Hair 4/11/2010
2615. Like A Butcher's Flower 4/11/2010
2616. The Places In Which We Were Found 4/11/2010
2617. Their Long Shows 4/11/2010
2618. The Few Things I Have Yet To Say 4/11/2010
2619. How I Hold You 4/11/2010
2620. Shelters Breathed Not From Wood 4/11/2010
2621. Victory Of Hope 4/11/2010
2622. The Beautiful Mystery Of This Song 4/11/2010
2623. These Sisters To The Heavens 4/11/2010
2624. The Departures Of Her Grace And Rapture 4/11/2010
2625. The Prolific Stock Of Your Divine Hips 4/11/2010
2626. I Continue Beckoning 4/11/2010
2627. Her Pearly And October Glades 4/11/2010
2628. With Hips Of Tattoos 4/12/2010
2629. Wet Dream Of A Well Crafted Boy 4/12/2010
2630. Pickpocket 4/12/2010
2631. The Fleeting Luck In My Paper World 4/12/2010
2632. Through Your Melting Snow 4/12/2010
2633. The Ladles Of Featureless Joys 4/12/2010
2634. That Bleeding Room 4/12/2010
2635. The Sweet Suburbias And Estuaries 4/12/2010
2636. Lingerie Of Spider Webs 4/12/2010
2637. That They Were Not Mine 4/13/2010
2638. Not As Big As My Sister's 4/13/2010
2639. Which You Will Eventually Have To Eat 4/13/2010
2640. Histories That Are Yet To Come 4/13/2010

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

  • 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
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
The rusting landrover
Flipped over against
The bed of concrete

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