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Poetry by Tim Windisch
Hosted by Tim Windisch · EN
Original poems written and recited by Tim Windisch covering a range of topics including past experiences, current events, love, loss, and anything else worth writing poetry about.
I have stood firmly upon the shoulders of giants that passed before me, climbed higher into the heads of them and many more, all leading to the words found within. Many thanks to those who touched my life and helped write these selections. Enjoy reading them and your time inside my mind
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Let's
1w ago00:01:06Tap to summarizeLet’sLet’s watch the flames, we can listen to the gameSit with me tonight under the stars and gazeTorch and smile at things, favorite songs we both singEverything’s better together laughin’ as we blazeLet’s head back to the couch, I got the blanket grab the pouchGet rollin’ and smoochin’ and all kinds of closeI step back in moonlight by the window, taken by the way your eyes glowA wondrous feeling inside me perpetually growsLet’s keep on spending time, when you’re gone it’s really a crimeTogether is a sentiment I could never feel too muchSunrises and sunsets each day, no more work now it’s our time to playForever near your smile, forever feel your touchYeah let’sTim Windisch7 22 2026
Transcribe →There once burned a fire
2w ago00:02:23Tap to summarizeThere once burned a fireBack at the very beginning, when it seemed that they were winningLong before he knew her only devotion was pledged to sinningA hunger she passed as passion, took them so high till it went crashingHer need for love was a veiled ruse for cash to keep her in fashionWhere once sat a cauldron filled with loveOne he used to believe came from aboveJust a cracked broken pot in a funeral pyreCold and lonely, but there once burned a fireIt went out with all her lies, a broken shell huddles alone and criesBeat up, shunned and defecated, love suffocated, still he triesFixated on a memory of a glance, used with cunning to induce romanceLying there gasping for air, his love begged one last chanceWhere once sat a cauldron filled with loveOne he used to believe came from aboveJust a cracked broken pot in a funeral pyreCold and lonely, but there once burned a fireHis cries fell upon her deaf ears, like they had been doing for yearsShe kept the gaslight burning brightly to allay all of his fearsAnd when she grew tired of her game, with a tap of herfinger erased his nameTime for another to tickle her fancy, and then she will again do the sameWhere once sat a cauldron filled with loveOne he used to believe came from aboveJust a cracked broken pot in a funeral pyreCold and lonely, but there once burned a fireSo sad to see it like this, cause there once burned a fire…Tim Windisch7 18 2026
Transcribe →Back on 175
3w ago00:01:36Tap to summarizeBack on 175Most of us could see the steeple from our yardsOur parents bowled together, or maybe played cardsSt. Anthony’s in Fussville, though names and buildings changedAnd the fields we roamed have been plowed over and rearrangedI remember us looking out in awe, watching the big earth movers driveWidening Appleton Ave when we were growing up going to school back on 175We skinned knees playing on the blacktop, laughing through the painSat and looked out the window, lamenting recess inside due to rainHad fish fries, smorgasbords, chili dinners; gemütlichkeit created a vibeEveryone pitched in, worked and laughed together back on 175Time seems to drag on as you are a kid in grade schoolCan’t wait to be older, wear jeans and band tees and look coolThen we got there, heard the line how we may never pass this way againDidn’t really sink in for years, but now it stings every time I lose a friendI know we can’t go back, yet there are times in my mind I striveTo take myself back to good old SA, and the days back on 175Tim Windisch
Transcribe →Dreaming out loud
3w ago00:01:18Tap to summarizeDreaming out loudHow’d you sleep last night?Did you have any dreams?I’d love to see you smile in the morning lightWatch your lips turn up in the suns beamsI’m just daydreaming about youImagining things we could doWalking in the rain, laughing at a cloudI should keep it inside but I’m dreaming out loudDid you awake to the sun or was it a bark?I hope it wasn’t a silly text that came from me!Always painting dreams, searching for a sparkTrying to be patient, but you know it’s so hard to beI’m just daydreaming about youImagining things we could doWalking in the rain, laughing at a cloudI should keep it inside but I’m dreaming out loudYeah, you think I’d learn to keep it insideBouncing off the walls with anticipationLife can be so fickle, sometimes a bumpy rideI’m keeping an image that ends in elationI’m just daydreaming about youImagining things we could doWalking in the rain, laughing at a cloudI should keep it inside but I’m dreaming out loudYeah, I’m dreaming out loudTim Windisch7 8 2026
Transcribe →What's left
Jun 1700:00:57Tap to summarizeWhat’s leftI’m working the left trying to do what’s right Left-handed, left brained but left wondering why One nation with liberty, but they just seem to fightPoor huddled masses might as well not tryWe shoot down boats, ideas, dreams and hopeKnock down institutions, build monuments to a false godFault his logic dumacrat and you’re labeled a dopeWhile the bloviated narcissistic rants, the red hats nodI’m still riding the left lane trying to cope Left handed, left brained still wondering why Yamata no Orochi on the White House lawn Lady Liberty dropped her torch and started to cryPut this administration to bed and greet a new dawnLeft handed, left brained left alone but still going strong Yeah I’m still going strong Tim Windisch6 16 2026
Transcribe →Tearing down my past
Jun 1500:01:25Tap to summarizeTearing down my pastI almost drove straight into the ditchUttered a barely audible son-of-a-bitchTo no one in particularAnother golden page from a better long gone dayDismantled and razed cause they have to make wayTears are falling in my carMy whole family was a part of this placeThose folks always had a smile on their faceDowntown Fussville farmWhile progress creates many pretty thingsThere’s a heavy sadness in my heart it bringsCause they can’t match the charmMy mom and dad were very close friendsI pulled my phone and adjusted the lensNot easy to do while you’re driving and cryingSo many new places, but they all look the sameCountless new faces, I’m sad yet happy I cameThe memories live on, though the buildings are dyingMom always said one day I would missAll of these things, we’re left to reminisceCherish the days make the memories lastHold on to each other, hold that thought so tightProgress be damned, nothing about it feels rightAll I see is them tearing down my pastTim Windisch6 15 2026
Transcribe →Watchin the skyline back at the ranch
Jun 800:01:08Tap to summarizeWatchin the skyline back at the ranch So many moons have revolvedSince our friendships evolvedBack when silly was funnyThunderstorms were sunnyWatchin the skyline back at the ranchBikes and cars long before the barsIn the fields underneath the starsKnew nothing so we had no caresLaughter, dancing while the radio blaresWatchin the skyline back at the ranchRide that raft down the raging streamTougher than anything joined as a teamYou strayed hard right and I’m all that’s leftDo you drown those days clanging weights you heftCan’t see the skyline from a crooked branchTake me to the river, take me so far backStill water reflecting smiles, not even a crackStop making waves just listen to your heartBring it back together don’t keep ripping it apartAnd we’ll be watchin the skyline back at the ranchTim Windisch6 8 2026
Transcribe →Bedtime banter
May 2800:01:15Tap to summarizeBedtime banter Another day draws to a close, my tired eyes tell me it’s timeThe farmer plants, then reaps what he sows; toss on steaks, mix Mules, don’t skip the limeThere’s smiles somewhere waiting to turn up my cheek, pull the edges of my mouth towards the sunMight not be tomorrow, might not even be next week, but I have a feeling that on my horizon is a boatload of funWell we don’t always understand, seldom get it right; it’s just when the moon tickles our mindThere can be years of joy sometimes in just one night, so lets ride down the rainbow and see what we findBut that’ll have to be something for tomorrow, there’s not much left for me this nightWe’ll chart a course to sail away from the sorrow, and maybe this time we’ll get it rightGoodnightTim Windisch05 27 2026
Transcribe →Sense of direction
May 2200:01:37Tap to summarizeSense of directionAnother too chilly, ugly kind of dayOkay for March, but it’s getting late MayI’m listening to the sounds, favorites from my old music collectionBut this cold air and gray skies are messing with my senseof directionRather than get dejected, I just say okayPut on something to soothe me imagining you rendering someaffectionA better day will peak across Lake Michigan one mornAnd when that new kind of sensation gives rise and is bornWarm breezes and sunny skies will enlighten my sense ofdirectionAnd I can clear a place that good times and happiness willadornBut the nights, whether they are steamy hot or bitterly coldWill be just right with the right one there for you to holdBreathing in the same air, moonlight finds you in my senseof directionWhat transpires between us is magical to watch unfoldTwo souls happy, bearing nothing but smiles on their complexionWhat started as a tryst has forever altered my sense ofdirectionTim Windisch5 22 2026
Transcribe →Put a shine on that coin
May 800:01:52Tap to summarizePut a shine on that coinWalking along, head hanging lowBecoming all too familiar you knowSupposed to learn and most of all be patientPick a dirty penny from the groundParties all over I listen to the soundI can hear the music, and I feel the vibration Smiles and laughs but I never do joinClosed my eyes, wished, and put a shine on that coinSometimes the road gets bad and you’re stuckSeems no matter how you try you have no luckStepped on by people who don’t seem to careSiphoning all your love, your life and your moneyLeaving you for dead in search of more honeyDon’t just lie there, rise above and get some clean airBeen kicked before, hurt like hell and it left me bruisedFace down in the dirt I have to tell you I wasn’t amusedPicked a penny from my teeth, wondered where I was goingClosed my eyes, wished and put a shine on that coinI looked to the Heavens above, I said give me a breakHow many more of these heartaches can one man take?I give my all, I don’t act badly, and I never tell a lieI say I love you, but all I hear is laughter and I start to crySo I got this penny, I found it the last time that I fellI need a break, I’m wishing hard for a ride out of this hellHeard people say it’s useless and there really is no pointBut I closed my eyes, wished and put a shine on that coinSee what happens…Tim Windisch5 08 2026
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