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May 2013 E B

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,
the traffic, the nights and the days of the
years, the faces.
leaving this will be easier than living
it, typing one more line now as
a man plays a piano through the radio,
the best writers have said very
little
and the worst,
far too much.
from ONTHEBUS - 1992

May 2013 E B

What Can We Do?

May 2013 E B

Charles Bukowski

What Can We Do?

at their best, there is gentleness in Humanity.
some understanding and, at times, acts of
courage
but all in all it is a mass, a glob that doesn't
have too much.
it is like a large animal deep in sleep and
almost nothing can awaken it.
when activated it's best at brutality,
selfishness, unjust judgments, ******.
what can we do with it, this Humanity?
nothing.
avoid the thing as much as possible.
treat it as you would anything poisonous, vicious
and mindless.
but be careful. it has enacted laws to protect
itself from you.
it can **** you without cause.
and to escape it you must be subtle.
few escape.
it's up to you to figure a plan.
I have met nobody who has escaped.
I have met some of the great and
famous but they have not escaped
for they are only great and famous within
Humanity.
I have not escaped
but I have not failed in trying again and
again.
before my death I hope to obtain my
life.
from blank gun silencer - 1994

May 2013 E B

Sleep

May 2013 E B

Charles Bukowski

Sleep

she was a short one
getting fat and she had once been
beautiful and
she drank the wine
she drank the wine in bed and
talked and screamed and cursed at
me
and i told her
please, I need some
sleep.
-sleep? sleep? ya son of a
*****, ya never sleep, ya
don't need any
sleep!
I buried her one morning early
I carried her down the sides of the Hollywood Hills
brambles and rabbits and rocks
running in front of me
and by the time I'd dug the ditch
and stuck her in
belly down
and put the dirt back on
the sun was up and it was warm
and the flies were lazy and
I could hardly see anything out of my eyes
everything was so
warm and yellow.
I managed to drive home and I got into bed and I
slept for 5 days and 4
nights.
from "poems written before jumping out of an 8 story window" - 1966

May 2013 E B

Hello! - Alexander Graham Bell's Taj Mahal

May 2013 E B

Àŧùl

Hello! - Alexander Graham Bell's Taj Mahal

Hello.
Welcome to this poem written by a strange poet.
Here we will get to know the story behind the poem.

True.
He had actually created his own Taj Mahal.
Not just the telephone I refer to here in this poem.

But.
There is his Taj Mahal which we all remember daily.
Not just the telephone I refer to here in this poem.

His.
His girlfriend's name was Margaret Hello.
Do not we say Hello so many times daily?

Alex.
Alexander Graham Bell even got future generations to remember his love.
Each time when we're on a call then we almost automatically say Hello.

No.
He didn't **** or impair any of his assistants,
Totally opposite to what Shahjahan had done.

Yes.
Alexander Graham Bell was the greatest among lovers who immortalized his love,
The other one is Me! as I write all my poems without her thought escaping my mind.

;-)

I hope you enjoyed the story behind 'Hello!' very much and are of a similar opinion about all of it.
It's his Taj Mahal.
He created the most beautiful wonder for his love of life.
All of us, whether literate or illiterate, whether educated or uneducated, we all have said 'Hello!'
Bell was on contrary to Shahjahan, a perfect lover who just wanted his love to be remembered by all.

Please do respond to this poem about Hello.
My HP Poem #223
©Atul Kaushal

May 2013 E B

Miracle

May 2013 E B

jerely

Miracle

Everything
                        h  a  p  p  e  n  s

In
       just

one

             s  e  c  o  n  d

Of
        A
                *Miracle

May 2013 E B

I Love To Write A Poet

May 2013 E B

jerely

I Love To Write A Poet

I love to write a poet on a sunny day
Cause I want to put that dry lips on your face a big hug and a smile

I love to write a poet on a rainy days
Cause I want to cover you when you are soaked in the rain cause its warm to embrace someone like you

I love to write a poet when you are happy it makes me happy too at the same time

I love to write a poet on a cold winter day
Cause it makes me want to hug you like a comfort warmer

I love to write a poet on a breezing cold air
It feels like we're in a different world spinning and only the two of us can only touch and see the hearts of each other

I love to write a poet when you are sleeping cause it makes me want to love you more because of your peaceful and angelic face that i want to carry you on my pocket whenever and wherever i may go

I love to write a poet on the notes where there are lots of spaces to speak and words to be written

I love to write a poet on a shining night where we can star gaze lie under the roof make promises and watch the constellations witness the real love we thought

I love to write a poet...

When im always with you...

It makes me goosebump and quiet nervous
on what will happen next cause i can't wait.....

the next chapter of our story <3

May 2013 E B

Poet (10w)

May 2013 E B

jerely

Poet (10w)

I'm glad

Y O U

came

into

my

L I F E

my

dearest,

P
   O
   E
   T