Charles Bukowski

(16 August 1920 – 9 March 1994 / Andernach)

Charles Bukowski Poems

1. A 340 Dollar Horse And A Hundred Dollar Whore 3/31/2010
2. Beasts Bounding Through Time 3/19/2016
3. The Great Escape 4/5/2016
4. air and light and time and space 2/10/2016
5. On The Fire Suicides Of The Buddhists 1/13/2015
6. For The Foxes 11/26/2014
7. The Last Days Of The Suicide Kid 1/14/2015
8. No help for that 4/27/2015
9. My Cats 1/8/2015
10. Hell Is A Lonely Place 2/9/2015
11. The Trash Men 3/31/2010
12. German 3/31/2010
13. The Japanese Wife 3/31/2010
14. Trollius And Trellises 3/31/2010
15. Goading The Muse 3/31/2010
16. So You Want To Be A Writer 3/23/2015
17. I Am Visited By An Editor And A Poet 3/31/2010
18. The Laughing Heart 12/30/2013
19. Gas 3/31/2010
20. New Mexico 1/13/2003
21. The German Hotel 1/3/2003
22. Hemingway Never Did This 3/31/2010
23. Crucifix In A Deathhand 3/31/2010
24. Mama 1/13/2003
25. My Friend, The Parking Lot Attendant 1/3/2003
26. Marina 1/13/2003
27. His Wife, The Painter 1/13/2003
28. The Shoelace 4/28/2011
29. Magical Mystery Tour 1/3/2003
30. Layover 1/13/2003
31. The Blackbirds Are Rough Today 1/3/2003
32. The Sun Wields Mercy 1/1/2004
33. The Great Slob 1/3/2003
34. Love &Amp; Fame &Amp; Death 1/13/2003
35. True Story 1/13/2003
36. Rain Or Shine 1/1/2004
37. Hooray Say The Roses 1/13/2003
38. Here I Am ... 1/13/2003
39. Something For The Touts, The Nuns, The Grocery Clerks, And You . . . 1/13/2003
40. Somebody 1/13/2003
Best Poem of Charles Bukowski

A Smile To Remember

we had goldfish and they circled around and around
in the bowl on the table near the heavy drapes
covering the picture window and
my mother, always smiling, wanting us all
to be happy, told me, 'be happy Henry!'
and she was right: it's better to be happy if you
can
but my father continued to beat her and me several times a week while
raging inside his 6-foot-two frame because he couldn't
understand what was attacking him from within.

my mother, poor fish,
wanting to be happy, beaten two or three times a
week, telling me to be happy: 'Henry, ...

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These Things

these things that we support most well
have nothing to do with up,
and we do with them
out of boredom or fear or money
or cracked intelligence;
our circle and our candle of light
being small,
so small we cannot bear it,
we heave out with Idea

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