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. For The Foxes 11/26/2014
5. No help for that 4/27/2015
6. The Last Days Of The Suicide Kid 1/14/2015
7. On The Fire Suicides Of The Buddhists 1/13/2015
8. air and light and time and space 2/10/2016
9. My Cats 1/8/2015
10. Hell Is A Lonely Place 2/9/2015
11. Trollius And Trellises 3/31/2010
12. The Trash Men 3/31/2010
13. German 3/31/2010
14. The Japanese Wife 3/31/2010
15. Goading The Muse 3/31/2010
16. I Am Visited By An Editor And A Poet 3/31/2010
17. So You Want To Be A Writer 3/23/2015
18. Gas 3/31/2010
19. New Mexico 1/13/2003
20. Magical Mystery Tour 1/3/2003
21. The German Hotel 1/3/2003
22. The Sun Wields Mercy 1/1/2004
23. The Meek Shall Inherit The Earth 1/13/2003
24. Poem For My 43rd Birthday 1/13/2003
25. Three Oranges 1/13/2003
26. This 1/13/2003
27. The Blackbirds Are Rough Today 1/3/2003
28. Revolt In The Ranks 1/13/2003
29. Marina 1/13/2003
30. The Laughing Heart 12/30/2013
31. His Wife, The Painter 1/13/2003
32. Crucifix In A Deathhand 3/31/2010
33. Rain Or Shine 1/1/2004
34. Out Of The Arm Of One Love... 1/13/2003
35. Mama 1/13/2003
36. Hooray Say The Roses 1/13/2003
37. Here I Am ... 1/13/2003
38. Love &Amp; Fame &Amp; Death 1/13/2003
39. One Thirty-Six A.M. 1/3/2003
40. Layover 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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