Poems by Walter Heineman
|
Page 1
Page 2
Page 3
Page 4
Page 5
Page 6
Page 7
Page 8
Page 9
Page 10
Page 11
Page 12
Page 13
Page 14
Page 15
Page 16
Page 17
Page 18
Page 19
Home
|
| museum sculpture garden |
| time |
| nature does not interfere |
| over her left shoulder |
| the doll shop |
| the first time |
| there is not enough time |
| when your mind is right |
| an unwanted war |
| my first peach |
| the spiritual dumps |
| when you decide to change roles |
| i have come to believe |
| the common earthworm |
| wishing you were not |
| a narrow mind |
| you cannot see or hear it coming |
| as you age things happen |
| because i cannot remember |
| overjoyed |
| the chicken could still run |
| the romantics keep writing |
| the thin dresses of summer |
| what i am now |
| without bothering to stop |
| in my way of doing nothing |
| in the living room |
| some things will always be true |
| the airs |
| the journey into |
| we still show our humanity |
| whether or not |
| the glass greenhouse |
| fear pushes us away |
| her bare feet not dancing on spiritual clouds |
| large parts of your past |
| raqs baladi |
| spiritual substance abuse |
| telling me not to bury the dead |
| what does nonexistence mean |
| end the discussion |
| rainbow without light |
| the divorce of yin and yang |
| the perfect response |
| a few minutes more to watch |
| light dressed for death |
| staring at the smoldering body |
| in a confession booth |
| for not complying with commands |
| her doll |
| i heard |
| it was not raining |
| as a small child |
| before i can be sure |
| everything that was done |
| no acceptable explanation |
| daydreams |
| illumination |
| if not shoes then other things |
| by eleven men |
| emotional hiding places |
| still with us |
| when you have to know |
Back to home |
