Poems by Walter Heineman    
 
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more than one solution
the discovery of time
the not much longer
the problem was not
their next show
why did i appear
why he thought he was in love
what is youth
for the best
sing another song boys
do not abuse the reader
funeral arrangements
in the details
someday
reaching out
participato existentiae
maturity
the dark cool
an authentic voice
the dream walked into my sleep
no way
alice matured
challenge issued
feed the dogs
i continue to look up
in the wrong place
large parts of your past
reality
the inevitable dead end
as long as the poor are poor
chipped tooth
coherence without the coherent
darwinian failures
just as expected
the end of the worlders
what is believable
your family teaches you
aphrodite considers the tools at her disposal
hurting others
the problem for relativists
the same question
what is worse
which of these
with approval
this morning
meaning of chronology
praising myself while looking in the mirror
shadows and the archetype
spiritual counselling
spiritual reveille
the clock
the flow
the collection
morning biscuits
one world
no more complex than that
ocean and shore
philosophy of not jumping around
planes of existence
that sighting
the reason
the new world and age of exploration
the separation
without permission
wrong religion and second thoughts
choosing the analysand
family shame
the enlightened parent
a stabbing chill
a winter seawall walker
the crow standing in the burned out blackness
commitment to repentance
i keep tripping
it never works out
on the other hand
stress
everyone knew
when you start thinking
the broken
weather like this
playfully desperate
career paths
i cannot identify the exact
new business card
newborn
it just works out
dawdling to the hedonist
kiss between lovers
on one side
just cry out if you need help
the fate of being left behind
the great misfortune
the old dancer
the current must have
the home of denial
just above her lips
understanding the smite
they are mine
the pure ones
the joy of oatmeal

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