Robert Rorabeck

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

Robert Rorabeck Poems

3601. Not Tell Anyone At All 9/29/2010
3602. The Wonderfully Awesome Skies 9/29/2010
3603. The Tourists Curtailed But Whom 9/29/2010
3604. The Real Shows 10/3/2010
3605. That Tomorrow The Day 10/3/2010
3606. Their Wants For Nothing 10/3/2010
3607. The Buzzards Circling 10/3/2010
3608. Before All Of The Stores Are Closed 10/3/2010
3609. Until The Tears Run It Away 10/3/2010
3610. Their Pretty Umbrellas Whistling 10/3/2010
3611. The Tear That Never Fell 10/3/2010
3612. The Problems Of Green 10/3/2010
3613. The Amnesias That We Can'T Even Remember 10/5/2010
3614. In The Divinity Of Morning 10/5/2010
3615. The Slender Praries Of The Darkest Purples 10/5/2010
3616. Creatures That Were Never Meant To Exist 10/7/2010
3617. Even While The Sky Was Hurry Hurry Down 10/7/2010
3618. The Ventures Of A Playground's Metamorphosis 10/7/2010
3619. Quivering Like A Prize 10/7/2010
3620. Until Every Last Member Of The Family 10/7/2010
3621. To Grieve For The Heavens 10/7/2010
3622. The Ventures The Ventures They Need To Survive 10/7/2010
3623. Cartoon Of Their Delights 10/7/2010
3624. The Divine Traffics 10/7/2010
3625. Lying Down And Forgiving 10/7/2010
3626. Whatever Gold Summers 10/8/2010
3627. To The Clouds 10/8/2010
3628. In A Carney's Dream 10/8/2010
3629. Towards A Beast Of My Lovely Soul 10/8/2010
3630. When You Cut Your Hair 10/8/2010
3631. In The Heavens And The Choruses 10/8/2010
3632. His Regular Music 10/8/2010
3633. Taking Their Own Turns 10/8/2010
3634. That They Were Wrong 10/8/2010
3635. The Beginning Of Something Really Big 10/8/2010
3636. The Door That I Am Afraid That I Will Never See 10/10/2010
3637. The Neighborhood's Merry Go Round 10/10/2010
3638. Who Might Still Be Trying To Survive 10/10/2010
3639. Such Troubling Things 10/10/2010
3640. The Venom Of Rattlesnakes 10/10/2010

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 ...

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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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