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Charles Bukowski (1920 - 1994 / Andernach / Germany)
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Charles Bukowski, born in 1920, began writing at a young age and was first published in the 1940s. Then Bukowksi gave up writing for the world of work .. more >>
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  there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say, stay in there, I'm not going
to let anybody see
you.

Charles Bukowski


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  Ellen Saunders  (4/6/2009 2:27:00 AM)

Wow, now that i've read the full version, it's beautiful. Very nice
  Martin O'neill  (1/7/2009 7:09:00 AM)

Janice, you have shocked me, I never realised this was only part of the poem, not having read much of Bukowski's work before. I wonder how many others here (poems, I mean) have had their legs cut off?
  George Makris  (10/2/2008 9:19:00 AM)

seems Charles loves Jim.. always has...of course Jim was famous..
  Walter Durk  (9/20/2007 8:14:00 PM)

Janice, get over it! This being a free site, you get what you pay for.
Regarding this poem, it's amazingly insightful and sad, yet warm. Charles has a soul.
  Oded Gurantz  (8/9/2007 4:51:00 PM)

there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say, stay in there, I'm not going
to let anybody see
you.

there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I pur whiskey on him and inhale
cigarette smoke
and the whores and the bartenders
and the grocery clerks
never know that
he's
in there.


there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say,
stay down, do you want to mess
me up?
you want to screw up the
works?
you want to blow my book sales in
Europe?

there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too clever, I only let him out
at night sometimes
when everybody's asleep.
I say, I know that you're there,
so don't be
sad.
then I put him back,
but he's singing a little
in there, I haven't quite let him
die
and we sleep together like
that
with our
secret pact
and it's nice enough to
make a man
weep, but I don't
weep, do
you?
  Janice Howell  (4/22/2006 11:42:00 AM)

I have just signed up for this site, Poemhunter, and I can guarantee that I will never return to it. I have spent close to an hour trying to get the FULL verse of the poem BLUEBIRD by Charles Bukowski. I have it written on paper somewhere, but I had hoped to find it quicker on the internet. Sadly, how wrong I was! So, could you Please send the full version of this poem to me in an e-mail as soon as possible.
Thank you, Janice Howell
  Duncan Wyllie  (2/5/2006 9:37:00 AM)

More than words.Love Duncan
  Jeffrey Philip Clegg  (7/11/2005 6:36:00 PM)

This is TRULY an incredible poem. Unbelievable.
  Adam Schuetze  (3/7/2005 8:22:00 PM)

The full text of this poem is:

there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say, stay in there, I'm not going
to let anybody see
you.

there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I pur whiskey on him and inhale
cigarette smoke
and the whores and the bartenders
and the grocery clerks
never know that
he's
in there.

there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say,
stay down, do you want to mess
me up?
you want to screw up the
works?
you want to blow my book sales in
Europe?

there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too clever, I only let him out
at night sometimes
when everybody's asleep.
I say, I know that you're there,
so don't be
sad.
then I put him back,
but he's singing a little
in there, I haven't quite let him
die
and we sleep together like
that
with our
secret pact
and it's nice enough to
make a man
weep, but I don't
weep, do
you?

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