Charles Bukowski

(16 August 1920 – 9 March 1994 / Andernach)

Charles Bukowski Poems

1. Beasts Bounding Through Time 3/19/2016
2. The Great Escape 4/5/2016
3. air and light and time and space 2/10/2016
4. On The Fire Suicides Of The Buddhists 1/13/2015
5. No help for that 4/27/2015
6. For The Foxes 11/26/2014
7. The Last Days Of The Suicide Kid 1/14/2015
8. My Cats 1/8/2015
9. Hell Is A Lonely Place 2/9/2015
10. The Trash Men 3/31/2010
11. German 3/31/2010
12. Trollius And Trellises 3/31/2010
13. So You Want To Be A Writer 3/23/2015
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. The Laughing Heart 12/30/2013
18. Gas 3/31/2010
19. The German Hotel 1/3/2003
20. Hemingway Never Did This 3/31/2010
21. So Now? 1/13/2003
22. New Mexico 1/13/2003
23. The Blackbirds Are Rough Today 1/3/2003
24. Out Of The Arm Of One Love... 1/13/2003
25. Poetry Reading 1/13/2003
26. Small Conversation In The Afternoon With John Fante 1/3/2003
27. Marina 1/13/2003
28. Magical Mystery Tour 1/3/2003
29. The Shoelace 4/28/2011
30. His Wife, The Painter 1/13/2003
31. Rain Or Shine 1/1/2004
32. Crucifix In A Deathhand 3/31/2010
33. One Thirty-Six A.M. 1/3/2003
34. Somebody 1/13/2003
35. Mama 1/13/2003
36. Revolt In The Ranks 1/13/2003
37. Hooray Say The Roses 1/13/2003
38. Luck 1/13/2003
39. The Sun Wields Mercy 1/1/2004
40. The Worst And The Best 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

These Things

these things that we support most well
have nothing to do with up,
and we do with them
out of boredom or fear or money
or cracked intelligence;
our circle and our candle of light
being small,
so small we cannot bear it,
we heave out with Idea

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