Charles Bukowski

(16 August 1920 – 9 March 1994 / Andernach)

Charles Bukowski Poems

121. The House 1/13/2003
122. The Icecream People 1/13/2003
123. The Japanese Wife 3/31/2010
124. The Last Days Of The Suicide Kid 1/14/2015
125. The Laughing Heart 12/30/2013
126. The Lucky Ones 1/3/2003
127. The Meek Shall Inherit The Earth 1/13/2003
128. The Night I Was Going To Die 1/13/2003
129. The Retreat 1/13/2003
130. The Shoelace 4/28/2011
131. The Shower 1/13/2003
132. The Sun Wields Mercy 1/1/2004
133. The Trash Men 3/31/2010
134. The Worst And The Best 1/13/2003
135. These Things 1/1/2004
136. This 1/13/2003
137. Three Oranges 1/13/2003
138. To The Whore Who Took My Poems 1/13/2003
139. Trapped 1/13/2003
140. Trashcan Lives 1/13/2003
141. Trollius And Trellises 3/31/2010
142. True 1/13/2003
143. True Story 1/13/2003
144. We Ain'T Got No Money, Honey, But We Got Rain 1/13/2003
145. What A Writer 1/1/2004
146. What Can We Do? 1/13/2003
147. Whats The Use Of A Title? 1/1/2004
148. Working Out 1/13/2003
149. Writing 1/13/2003
150. Yes Yes 1/13/2003
151. Young In New Orleans 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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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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