Robert Rorabeck

Bronze Star - 2,308 Points (04/10/1978 / Berrien Springs)

Robert Rorabeck Poems

3681. The Postmodern Hills 10/14/2010
3682. The Mouth That Accepts Her Musings 10/14/2010
3683. Into A Bed As Blue As An Endless Sea 10/14/2010
3684. To Lose To Remember 10/15/2010
3685. Where Only You And I Can Play 10/16/2010
3686. To Feed Make Dos 10/16/2010
3687. With Plans Of Yesterday 10/16/2010
3688. With Games I Cannot Understand 10/16/2010
3689. Some Whiles 10/16/2010
3690. For The Attentive Audience 10/16/2010
3691. Mile To Mile 10/16/2010
3692. The Over Splendid Rose 10/16/2010
3693. So Many Pretty Girls 10/16/2010
3694. Panhandling To Angels 10/16/2010
3695. Their Goodbyes 10/16/2010
3696. The Secrets Of The Truth 10/18/2010
3697. From Body And Bone 10/18/2010
3698. Like A Story Book Of Gasoline 10/18/2010
3699. To Win All That They Have To Lose 10/18/2010
3700. What It Was They Imagined 10/18/2010
3701. Transoms Of The School Bus 10/20/2010
3702. For More Than One Week 10/20/2010
3703. What Lavender Is Left 10/20/2010
3704. The Ethereal Turnstiles 10/20/2010
3705. Graveyards Of More Familiar Haunts 10/20/2010
3706. More Than A Little Jealous 10/20/2010
3707. The Unwholesomely Sated 10/20/2010
3708. The Castles Of Golden Hay 10/20/2010
3709. Like The Wish Of A Firework 10/20/2010
3710. The Only Thing I Can Believe 10/20/2010
3711. Their Golden Fears 10/22/2010
3712. To See What They Can Get 10/22/2010
3713. The Highschool Of A Baseball Game 10/22/2010
3714. The Two Worlds Of Mermaids 10/22/2010
3715. Make A Green World 10/22/2010
3716. Tattoos Of Your Essential Heavens 10/22/2010
3717. The Irrefutable Sheets 10/22/2010
3718. Like The First Letters Of A Place 10/22/2010
3719. To The East 10/22/2010
3720. Giving Her This 10/22/2010

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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