Charles Bukowski

(16 August 1920 – 9 March 1994 / Andernach)

Charles Bukowski Poems

41. Somebody 1/13/2003
42. Some People 1/13/2003
43. So You Want To Be A Writer 3/23/2015
44. So Now? 1/13/2003
45. Small Conversation In The Afternoon With John Fante 1/3/2003
46. Sleep 1/13/2003
47. Show Biz 1/13/2003
48. Short Order 1/13/2003
49. Shoes 1/13/2003
50. Rhyming Poem 1/13/2003
51. Revolt In The Ranks 1/13/2003
52. Raw With Love 1/1/2004
53. Rain Or Shine 1/1/2004
54. Rain 1/13/2003
55. Question And Answer 1/13/2003
56. Pull A String, A Puppet Moves 1/13/2003
57. Prayer In Bad Weather 1/13/2003
58. Poetry Reading 1/13/2003
59. Poetry 1/13/2003
60. Poem For My 43rd Birthday 1/13/2003
61. Paris 1/3/2003
62. Out Of The Arm Of One Love... 1/13/2003
63. One Thirty-Six A.M. 1/3/2003
64. On The Fire Suicides Of The Buddhists 1/13/2015
65. On Going Back To The Street After Viewing An Art Show 1/13/2003
66. Oh Yes 1/13/2003
67. Now 1/13/2003
68. No. 6 1/13/2003
69. Nirvana 1/13/2003
70. New Mexico 1/13/2003
71. My Groupie 1/13/2003
72. My Friend, The Parking Lot Attendant 1/3/2003
73. My First Affair With That Older Woman 1/13/2003
74. My Father 1/3/2003
75. My Computer 1/3/2003
76. My Cats 1/8/2015
77. Metamorphosis 1/13/2003
78. Melancholia 1/13/2003
79. Marina 1/13/2003
80. Mama 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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