Robert Rorabeck

Veteran Poet - 1,996 Points (04/10/1978 / Berrien Springs)

Robert Rorabeck Poems

3641. When You Cut Your Hair 10/8/2010
3642. In The Heavens And The Choruses 10/8/2010
3643. His Regular Music 10/8/2010
3644. Taking Their Own Turns 10/8/2010
3645. That They Were Wrong 10/8/2010
3646. The Beginning Of Something Really Big 10/8/2010
3647. The Door That I Am Afraid That I Will Never See 10/10/2010
3648. The Neighborhood's Merry Go Round 10/10/2010
3649. Who Might Still Be Trying To Survive 10/10/2010
3650. Such Troubling Things 10/10/2010
3651. The Venom Of Rattlesnakes 10/10/2010
3652. Into The Richest Hillsides Of All Of Her Mexicos 10/10/2010
3653. Until I Have To Leave Myself 10/10/2010
3654. From The Reasons Towards Her Accords 10/10/2010
3655. Your Strange And Sad Numbers 10/10/2010
3656. From The Old Mailboxes 10/10/2010
3657. Her Playgrounds That She Cannot Possibly Remember 10/11/2010
3658. The Beauty Of Her Angles 10/11/2010
3659. The Vanquished Daylight Of What Man Had To Say 10/11/2010
3660. The First Car 10/11/2010
3661. Perspective 10/11/2010
3662. The Insatiable Mouth Of An Undefeatable Giant 10/11/2010
3663. Taking From Our Open Hands 10/11/2010
3664. Tender Box For Banshees 10/11/2010
3665. The Forgotten Tennis Courts Of Ancient Kingdom 10/11/2010
3666. The Forgotten Tennis Courts Of Ancient Kingdoms 10/11/2010
3667. Into My Soft And Anonymous World 10/11/2010
3668. The Very Wish Of My Soul 10/12/2010
3669. Like A Conquistador Atop The Roofs Of Cars 10/12/2010
3670. The Songbirds Who Sing With Our Tongues 10/12/2010
3671. So Many Green Talismans 10/12/2010
3672. The Linear Flights Of Airplanes 10/12/2010
3673. Linear Flights Of Airplanes 10/12/2010
3674. The Great Body Of Excuses For This Love 10/12/2010
3675. Both Our Virgin And Our Mary 10/12/2010
3676. The Birthdays Of Long Ago 10/12/2010
3677. The Usual Flight Paths 10/12/2010
3678. Into Its Little Brown Reservoir 10/12/2010
3679. What She Will Do Tomorrow 10/14/2010
3680. From Their Lovely Game 10/14/2010
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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Long lost passageways come down
sometimes from the sun they help
you remember how the holy ghost
burned when you were young
and still going to church you
thought John Wayne was a real
cowboy and wondered how he could
die to be reborn the next showing
The Cowboys The Searchers

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