Charles Bukowski

(16 August 1920 – 9 March 1994 / Andernach)

Charles Bukowski Poems

41. For The Foxes 11/26/2014
42. Freedom 1/1/2004
43. Friends Within The Darkness 1/1/2004
44. Gamblers All 1/3/2003
45. Gas 3/31/2010
46. German 3/31/2010
47. Girl In A Miniskirt Reading The Bible Outside My Window 1/13/2003
48. Goading The Muse 3/31/2010
49. Having The Flu And With Nothing Else To Do 1/3/2003
50. Hell Is A Lonely Place 2/9/2015
51. Hello, How Are You? 1/3/2003
52. Hemingway Never Did This 3/31/2010
53. Here I Am ... 1/13/2003
54. His Wife, The Painter 1/13/2003
55. Hooray Say The Roses 1/13/2003
56. Hot 1/13/2003
57. How Is Your Heart? 1/13/2003
58. I Am Visited By An Editor And A Poet 3/31/2010
59. I Like Your Books 1/3/2003
60. I Made A Mistake 1/13/2003
61. I Met A Genius 1/13/2003
62. I'M In Love 1/13/2003
63. It Was Just A Little While Ago 1/3/2003
64. It's Ours 1/1/2004
65. Jane Icin (For Jane - In Turkish) 1/13/2003
66. Layover 1/13/2003
67. Let It Enfold You 1/1/2004
68. Love &Amp; Fame &Amp; Death 1/13/2003
69. Luck 1/13/2003
70. Magical Mystery Tour 1/3/2003
71. Mama 1/13/2003
72. Marina 1/13/2003
73. Melancholia 1/13/2003
74. Metamorphosis 1/13/2003
75. My Cats 1/8/2015
76. My Computer 1/3/2003
77. My Father 1/3/2003
78. My First Affair With That Older Woman 1/13/2003
79. My Friend, The Parking Lot Attendant 1/3/2003
80. My Groupie 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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