All Poems

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Bluebird

© Charles Bukowski

there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say, stay in there, I'm not going

Girl In A Miniskirt Reading The Bible Outside My Window

© Charles Bukowski

Sunday, I am eating a
grapefruit, church is over at the Russian
Orthadox to the
west.

Rhyming Poem

© Charles Bukowski

the goldfish sing all night with guitars,
and the whores go down with the stars,
the whores go down with the stars
I'm sorry, sir, we close at 4:30,

Let It Enfold You

© Charles Bukowski

when i was a young man
I felt these things were
dumb,unsophisticated.
I had bad blood,a twisted
mind, a pecarious
upbringing.

So Now?

© Charles Bukowski

the words have come and gone,
I sit ill.
the phone rings, the cats sleep.
Linda vacuums.

As The Poems Go

© Charles Bukowski

as the poems go into the thousands you
realize that you've created very
little.
it comes down to the rain, the sunlight,

I Made A Mistake

© Charles Bukowski

I reached up into the top of the closet
and took out a pair of blue panties
and showed them to her and
asked "are these yours?"

To The Whore Who Took My Poems

© Charles Bukowski

some say we should keep personal remorse from the
poem,
stay abstract, and there is some reason in this,
but jezus;

When Night Comes

© Li Ching Chao

To the tune of "Telling My Most Intimate Feelings"When night comes,
I am so flushed with wine,
I undo my hair slowly:
a plum calyx is

Tz'u No. 9 (Weary)

© Li Ching Chao

Saddened by the dying spring, I am too weary
to rearrange my hair.
Plum flowers, newly fallen, drift about the courtyard
in the evening wind.
The moon looks pale and light clouds float
to and fro.

Tz'u No. 8

© Li Ching Chao

My courtyard is small, windows idle,
spring is getting old.
Screens unrolled cast heavy shadows.
In my upper-story chamber, speechless,
I play on my jasper lute.

Tz'u No. 7

© Li Ching Chao

Let not the deep cup be filled
with rich, amber-colored wine;
My mind was eased of sorrow
even before I was drunk.
Distant bells have already echoed
in the evening breeze.

Tz'u No. 6 (Waiting For You)

© Li Ching Chao

Lonely in my secluded chamber,
A thousand sorrows fill every inch
of my sensitive being.

Tz'u No. 5

I always remember the sunset
over the pavilion by the river,
so tipsy we could not find our way home.

Tz'u No. 4

After a deep sleep, still not recovered
from the lingering effect of wine,
I inquired of the one rolling up the screen;
But the answer came: "The cherry-apple blossoms
are still the same."

Tz'u No. 3

To the tune "Red Lips"Tired of swinging
indolent
I rise with a slender hand
put right

Tz'u No. 2 (Wine Joy)

To the tune "As in a Dream"I have long remembered
the pavilion
on the stream
the falling sun

Thin mist, dense clouds, a grief-stricken day;
auspicious incense burns in the gold animal.
Once again, it is the joyous mid-autumn festival,
but a midnight chill
touches my jade pillow and silk bed-screen.

Tz'u No. 17 (He Is Gone)

They say that at the Twin Brooks
spring is still fair.
I, too, wish to row a boat there.
But I am afraid that the little skiff
on the Twin Brooks
Could not bear the heavy load of my grief.

Tz'u No. 16 (Bajiao)

Who planted the Bajiao tree under my windows?
Its shade fills the courtyard;
Its shade fills the courtyard...