Charles Bukowski

(16 August 1920 – 9 March 1994 / Andernach)

Charles Bukowski Poems

1. No help for that 4/27/2015
2. On The Fire Suicides Of The Buddhists 1/13/2015
3. My Cats 1/8/2015
4. The Last Days Of The Suicide Kid 1/14/2015
5. Hell Is A Lonely Place 2/9/2015
6. For The Foxes 11/26/2014
7. So You Want To Be A Writer 3/23/2015
8. The Trash Men 3/31/2010
9. Trollius And Trellises 3/31/2010
10. German 3/31/2010
11. The Japanese Wife 3/31/2010
12. I Am Visited By An Editor And A Poet 3/31/2010
13. The Laughing Heart 12/30/2013
14. Goading The Muse 3/31/2010
15. Gas 3/31/2010
16. The German Hotel 1/3/2003
17. Crucifix In A Deathhand 3/31/2010
18. New Mexico 1/13/2003
19. Hemingway Never Did This 3/31/2010
20. The Shoelace 4/28/2011
21. The Retreat 1/13/2003
22. The Shower 1/13/2003
23. His Wife, The Painter 1/13/2003
24. My Friend, The Parking Lot Attendant 1/3/2003
25. Poetry Reading 1/13/2003
26. The Great Slob 1/3/2003
27. The House 1/13/2003
28. Marina 1/13/2003
29. Trapped 1/13/2003
30. Mama 1/13/2003
31. Magical Mystery Tour 1/3/2003
32. The Blackbirds Are Rough Today 1/3/2003
33. Somebody 1/13/2003
34. The Sun Wields Mercy 1/1/2004
35. Something For The Touts, The Nuns, The Grocery Clerks, And You . . . 1/13/2003
36. Jane Icin (For Jane - In Turkish) 1/13/2003
37. One Thirty-Six A.M. 1/3/2003
38. Short Order 1/13/2003
39. Poem For My 43rd Birthday 1/13/2003
40. Trashcan Lives 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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The Retreat

this time has finished me.

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