Robert Rorabeck

Bronze Star - 2,259 Points (04/10/1978 / Berrien Springs)

Robert Rorabeck Poems

3041. To Burn Myself Into Your Memory 6/20/2010
3042. Just As I Do For Her 6/20/2010
3043. For Right Now 6/20/2010
3044. The Brightest Of Eyes 6/23/2010
3045. The Creature Most Similar To You 6/23/2010
3046. Silent Orange Dreams 6/23/2010
3047. That I Am 6/23/2010
3048. Shellfish Kissing Maricon 6/23/2010
3049. Like A Family Of Hungry Bears 6/23/2010
3050. Goodbye 6/23/2010
3051. The Sweet And Innocently Romantic Avenues 6/23/2010
3052. Things That No One Will Ever Think To Endeavor To Be Disproved 6/23/2010
3053. Who Are They Really Are 6/24/2010
3054. Even She Didn'T Taste As Sweet 6/24/2010
3055. These Wildish And Feral Gifts 6/24/2010
3056. Whose Song I Could Never Own 6/24/2010
3057. Even If No One Would Listen 6/24/2010
3058. For A Village Of Love 6/24/2010
3059. The Awful Revelations Of That Afternoon 6/24/2010
3060. The Same Old Pegasus 6/24/2010
3061. To Figure Out Its Colors 6/24/2010
3062. The Starlights Of Too Many Names 6/24/2010
3063. The Mysterious Instruments I Need To Survive 6/28/2010
3064. My Auburn Queen 6/28/2010
3065. The Heaven To Which You Are My Queen 6/28/2010
3066. Storefronts That Will Never Open 6/28/2010
3067. My Vanishing And Beautiful Bay 6/28/2010
3068. Into Crepescule 6/28/2010
3069. Brighter Than Any Fireworks I Have To Sell 6/28/2010
3070. The Waterfalls 6/28/2010
3071. Because It Was No Longer Any Holiday 6/30/2010
3072. The Sweetest Songs Of The Innocent Cars 6/30/2010
3073. High Schools That Are Still Pretty But Probably Never Existed 6/30/2010
3074. Whomever It Seems That You Love 6/30/2010
3075. Boston, Massachusetts 6/30/2010
3076. The Happenstances Of Our Gods 6/30/2010
3077. The Possibilities Of What You Can Forever Mean To Me 6/30/2010
3078. Of Your Even More Infinitely Unmolested Shores 6/30/2010
3079. The Fattened Truants Of Fine Throats 6/30/2010
3080. Waiting To Grow Tall Enough 6/30/2010

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 ...

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A Woman At My Door

I need a woman at my
door to drive home to
some long honey momma
who will love me
simply and cook frijoles for me
a woman I can lie
down on the couch with
and just love appreciate her silhouette
a red earth woman who

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