Charles Bukowski

(16 August 1920 – 9 March 1994 / Andernach)

Charles Bukowski Poems

1. The Great Escape 4/5/2016
2. A 340 Dollar Horse And A Hundred Dollar Whore 3/31/2010
3. Beasts Bounding Through Time 3/19/2016
4. No help for that 4/27/2015
5. The Last Days Of The Suicide Kid 1/14/2015
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. 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. New Mexico 1/13/2003
19. Gas 3/31/2010
20. The German Hotel 1/3/2003
21. The Retreat 1/13/2003
22. The Laughing Heart 12/30/2013
23. On Going Back To The Street After Viewing An Art Show 1/13/2003
24. The Sun Wields Mercy 1/1/2004
25. Hemingway Never Did This 3/31/2010
26. Crucifix In A Deathhand 3/31/2010
27. Mama 1/13/2003
28. Small Conversation In The Afternoon With John Fante 1/3/2003
29. The House 1/13/2003
30. His Wife, The Painter 1/13/2003
31. Poem For My 43rd Birthday 1/13/2003
32. One Thirty-Six A.M. 1/3/2003
33. Poetry Reading 1/13/2003
34. Trashcan Lives 1/13/2003
35. The Shoelace 4/28/2011
36. The Meek Shall Inherit The Earth 1/13/2003
37. Marina 1/13/2003
38. Show Biz 1/13/2003
39. The Shower 1/13/2003
40. Short Order 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, ...

Read the full of A Smile To Remember

What A Writer

what i liked about e.e. cummings
was that he cut away from
the holiness of the
word
and with charm
and gamble
gave us lines
that sliced through the
dung.

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