Robert Rorabeck

Bronze Star - 2,281 Points (04/10/1978 / Berrien Springs)

Robert Rorabeck Poems

2721. Their Men To Bed On Time 4/21/2010
2722. However Far Away 4/21/2010
2723. The Gift Of All Of This Sun 4/21/2010
2724. Thesky Always Knows 4/21/2010
2725. Halfway Knew What I Mean 4/21/2010
2726. For Your Most Beautiful And Next In Line 4/21/2010
2727. This Lighthearted Responsibility 4/21/2010
2728. Of This Again 4/21/2010
2729. Wanting Her Memory 4/23/2010
2730. To The Pains Of Her Dance 4/23/2010
2731. How Beautifully The Church Rose 4/23/2010
2732. The Airplanes Going To Places They Cannot Explain 4/23/2010
2733. The Harmless Disney Worlds 4/23/2010
2734. That Can Never Be Found By All That Tourism 4/23/2010
2735. Like Cloud Buried Under The Stone 4/23/2010
2736. For You To Remember 4/23/2010
2737. Like The Bough Of A Christmas Tree 4/23/2010
2738. Wet And Yielding Clay 4/25/2010
2739. Every Night Your Beauty Is Stolen 4/25/2010
2740. Where To Find Her Next Meal 4/25/2010
2741. She Never Misses 4/25/2010
2742. The Signals Who Travel The Spheres 4/25/2010
2743. The Maidens When The Lords Are Not At Home 4/25/2010
2744. Perpetually And Again 4/25/2010
2745. The Pitiless Streams Of Nocturnal Traffic 4/25/2010
2746. Between The Sand Dollar Leaves 4/25/2010
2747. Only For We To Feel 4/25/2010
2748. For Care Or Reason 4/25/2010
2749. To Ever Come Hiking Down Again 4/25/2010
2750. To Think That They Too Never Think Of Me 4/25/2010
2751. Tapered Across The Salty Grave 4/25/2010
2752. Too Many Worlds 4/25/2010
2753. In A Comely Zoo 4/25/2010
2754. Sarah 4/25/2010
2755. Of Their Pornographies 4/25/2010
2756. Why I Run Away 4/28/2010
2757. In A Sweet Chicken House 4/28/2010
2758. Like A Watercolor Left Out In A Sun Shower 4/28/2010
2759. Little More Than A Happy Candle 4/28/2010
2760. To Find Oneself Climbing Towards 4/28/2010

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


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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