Charles Bukowski

(16 August 1920 – 9 March 1994 / Andernach)

Charles Bukowski Poems

1. A Smile To Remember 1/3/2003
2. Alone With Everybody 1/1/2004
3. Bluebird 1/13/2003
4. An Almost Made Up Poem 1/13/2003
5. And The Moon And The Stars And The World 1/13/2003
6. Are You Drinking? 1/13/2003
7. Be Kind 1/13/2003
8. Cause And Effect 1/13/2003
9. A Radio With Guts 1/13/2003
10. A Challenge To The Dark 1/13/2003
11. As The Sparrow 1/13/2003
12. As The Poems Go 1/13/2003
13. Another Day 1/13/2003
14. Back To The Machine Gun 1/3/2003
15. Confession 1/3/2003
16. Consummation Of Grief 1/13/2003
17. The Genius Of The Crowd 1/13/2003
18. Raw With Love 1/1/2004
19. 40,000 1/13/2003
20. Big Night On The Town 1/13/2003
21. A Following 1/13/2003
22. Girl In A Miniskirt Reading The Bible Outside My Window 1/13/2003
23. Cows In Art Class 1/13/2003
24. Let It Enfold You 1/1/2004
25. For Jane 1/13/2003
26. Death Wants More Death 1/13/2003
27. To The Whore Who Took My Poems 1/13/2003
28. Eulogy To A Hell Of A Dame 1/1/2004
29. Carson Mccullers 1/3/2003
30. Close To Greatness 1/3/2003
31. Oh Yes 1/13/2003
32. For Jane: With All The Love I Had, Which Was Not Enough: 1/1/2004
33. I Met A Genius 1/13/2003
34. Yes Yes 1/13/2003
35. 2 Flies 3/31/2010
36. How Is Your Heart? 1/13/2003
37. Pull A String, A Puppet Moves 1/13/2003
38. I'M In Love 1/13/2003
39. Freedom 1/1/2004
40. About My Very Tortured Friend, Peter 3/31/2010
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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