Poems by Walter Heineman    
 
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the educational effort
the life unexamined
the number of sessions
the path of love
the science of jugglers
the science of no imagination
the signs
the standards
there is only one place
yes but it is fluid
the necessity
unused
luxury
why do we seem to need religion
a good listener
blooming flowers
deistic farewell
identity card
a long losing streak
a purposeful life
around me
doubt
awareness
damnation
harmony
in the romance stories
problems of their own
the feel good
to learn
when some one says
who am i
nothingness
one of the few things
the agriculturalist
rising from the valley of the jehoshaphat
sometimes the things we wish
the count
why
his mouth mixes things up
the children screaming
the great mysteries
who knows why
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why did i
flamingos
gathered crowds
inexorably
many other questions
seawall gulf coast
trying not to interfere
san antonio texas
she is married to dementia now
taking the hands off
historical relevance
two centuries
the mind
the happiest time of their lives
nothingness behind door three
when i get ready to go to bed
a complex issue
desire
social hierarchy
structural balance
inspirational
did it help
finally
what did i learn
challenging pollock
in the details
if you do not want to be
reynaldo
that summer
god created lovers
nothingness exists
i have no sense of the sublime
or just a plain loser
the explanation
anyway who wants pancakes this morning
loneliness
the burden
what time is it
a spectacular sensuality
then also
fixing things
justifiable homicide
no soul in all of this
the pyramids
their gift
what do i have to show for it
when the adults are not watching
i travel with the flock
into the hen house
the demon speaks
the price we pay
the first thing i ignored
moral or ethical failures
the concept ghoul
the containers
when the circus came

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