Poems by Walter Heineman
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the nutritionist |
the seduction of absolutes |
the suicide |
the terrain |
under the big top |
what our human spirit is |
what you meant |
when something is empty |
when the service begins |
why live in a world that does not answer |
windows rattling in the wind |
without identity |
adherence to principles |
boredom |
cemetery flowers |
compassion |
habitats and drinking songs |
he watches over |
i am not |
i cannot count the mornings |
i listen to my political leaders |
i make my will |
i opened the door |
i see the flagellants |
if sin or evil exist for you |
in common |
it gets even more complicated |
life teaches you |
my fatalistic friend |
my house does not overlook anything |
no i really mean it |
not a strategy |
physicist of salvation |
the anima |
the better angel within me |
the big wink |
the elegant is simple |
the heretic |
the last tether of a relativist |
the more complicated strands of dna |
the most difficult thing |
the new world puritan |
the science of the winds |
to be served |
what has it become |
what is the use |
you cannot threaten misfortune |
before the temple doors |
bon appetit |
choices |
deliverance |
finding a god that lasts |
how did you watch your innocence leave |
humility |
i am not one to criticize |
i can see the young boys are going fishing |
i do not clean up as much anymore |
i suppose it depends on how and with whom you die |
i walk by the bedroom |
if death is not thirsty |
if you come to spend the morning |
it is a quaint thought |
keeping their appointments |
languid sighs |
lunar memory |
more than love has been stolen |
no one is confessing tonight |
no wonder my neighbors complain |
nothing goes away in my dreams |
once the rumor has started |
perspective in life and art |
released from lockup |
territoriality and the first establishment of rights |
the angelic lover |
the bazaar |
the early stages |
the emergency ward fills up tonight |
the moon crossing a field |
the night is not that cold |
the right question |
the sordid |
the thoughts of some people |
the vow of poverty |
the wrong direction |
the zen scrapbook |
there is no room for sentimental stories |
twenty more winters |
we knew it was coming |
whatever it means |
gun violence |
handmade shrine |
i do not try to avoid being what I am |
sometimes i forget and sometimes i remember |
sports and science |
the crow is not singing |
the idolaters |
the key to the future |
the lack of priorities |
the perimeter of power |
the secret |
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