Charles Bukowski

(16 August 1920 – 9 March 1994 / Andernach)

Charles Bukowski Poems

81. New Mexico 1/13/2003
82. Nirvana 1/13/2003
83. No help for that 4/27/2015
84. No. 6 1/13/2003
85. Now 1/13/2003
86. Oh Yes 1/13/2003
87. On Going Back To The Street After Viewing An Art Show 1/13/2003
88. On The Fire Suicides Of The Buddhists 1/13/2015
89. One Thirty-Six A.M. 1/3/2003
90. Out Of The Arm Of One Love... 1/13/2003
91. Paris 1/3/2003
92. Poem For My 43rd Birthday 1/13/2003
93. Poetry 1/13/2003
94. Poetry Reading 1/13/2003
95. Pull A String, A Puppet Moves 1/13/2003
96. Question And Answer 1/13/2003
97. Rain 1/13/2003
98. Rain Or Shine 1/1/2004
99. Raw With Love 1/1/2004
100. Revolt In The Ranks 1/13/2003
101. Rhyming Poem 1/13/2003
102. Shoes 1/13/2003
103. Short Order 1/13/2003
104. Show Biz 1/13/2003
105. Sleep 1/13/2003
106. Small Conversation In The Afternoon With John Fante 1/3/2003
107. So Now? 1/13/2003
108. So You Want To Be A Writer 3/23/2015
109. Some People 1/13/2003
110. Somebody 1/13/2003
111. Something For The Touts, The Nuns, The Grocery Clerks, And You . . . 1/13/2003
112. Splash 1/3/2003
113. Sway With Me 1/13/2003
114. The Aliens 1/13/2003
115. The Blackbirds Are Rough Today 1/3/2003
116. The Crunch 1/3/2003
117. The Genius Of The Crowd 1/13/2003
118. The German Hotel 1/3/2003
119. The Great Escape 4/5/2016
120. The Great Slob 1/3/2003
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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