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. The Great Escape 4/5/2016
3. Beasts Bounding Through Time 3/19/2016
4. The Last Days Of The Suicide Kid 1/14/2015
5. No help for that 4/27/2015
6. For The Foxes 11/26/2014
7. air and light and time and space 2/10/2016
8. On The Fire Suicides Of The Buddhists 1/13/2015
9. My Cats 1/8/2015
10. Hell Is A Lonely Place 2/9/2015
11. The Trash Men 3/31/2010
12. Trollius And Trellises 3/31/2010
13. German 3/31/2010
14. The Japanese Wife 3/31/2010
15. I Am Visited By An Editor And A Poet 3/31/2010
16. Goading The Muse 3/31/2010
17. So You Want To Be A Writer 3/23/2015
18. New Mexico 1/13/2003
19. Gas 3/31/2010
20. Hemingway Never Did This 3/31/2010
21. Magical Mystery Tour 1/3/2003
22. The Retreat 1/13/2003
23. One Thirty-Six A.M. 1/3/2003
24. The Laughing Heart 12/30/2013
25. Now 1/13/2003
26. The Worst And The Best 1/13/2003
27. Love &Amp; Fame &Amp; Death 1/13/2003
28. Somebody 1/13/2003
29. The Sun Wields Mercy 1/1/2004
30. Out Of The Arm Of One Love... 1/13/2003
31. Revolt In The Ranks 1/13/2003
32. The German Hotel 1/3/2003
33. Rain Or Shine 1/1/2004
34. Short Order 1/13/2003
35. Poetry Reading 1/13/2003
36. The Meek Shall Inherit The Earth 1/13/2003
37. On Going Back To The Street After Viewing An Art Show 1/13/2003
38. What Can We Do? 1/13/2003
39. Crucifix In A Deathhand 3/31/2010
40. Luck 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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Rhyming Poem

the goldfish sing all night with guitars,
and the whores go down with the stars,
the whores go down with the stars

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