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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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Bedtime banter
2w ago00:01:15Tap 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
3w ago00:01:37Tap 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
Transcribe →Still I will not curse her name
Apr 2900:02:53Tap to summarizeStill I will not curse her nameSo many days I wrote of hopes and dreams, only to learn itwas all just a charadeUpside down where nothings as it seems, until I’m cold Iwill regret everything I paidWere it only money siphoned across our time, one day bygrace of God I could recoupInside my mind is the scene of the crime, and it plays adnauseum on an endless loopStill I will not curse her name, nor speak it again lest shegain fame, this ends the gameI’m editing my mind, rewinding the past and carefully clippingyou out frame by frameStill I will not curse her nameUnlike you I will not tell a lie while I grin, I cherishthose memories I’ve yet to makeWith my grandkids I would not tell a sin, your past regressionsdemand a heavy stakeYou have made an indelible stain on your soul, whilecrushing the heart that gave you aidFor a short term gain you destroyed your goal, on judgementday you’ll atone for the bed you madeStill I will not curse her name, nor speak it again lest shegain fame, this ends the gameI’m editing my mind, rewinding the past and carefully clippingyou out frame by frameStill I will not curse her nameOne day my time here will surely close, those coming behindme will read my writingIf there’s a lesson to find it’s that I chose, turn theother cheek, it’s not the time for fightingMatters of the heart that flow in one direction, withcunning and deceit lurking in towDiffer little from any other bodily infection, love doesn’tlive where honesty doesn’t goStill I will not curse her nameToo much time was spent as it is, money too; time is too preciousto waste on the undeservingLife continues and that chapter is through, just another oneof the pitfalls that keep you swervingDodge the ones you can, ride out the rest; hope for a happyending that you can shareSort your memories and hang on to the best, keep on hopingfor someone who will careStill I will not curse her nameLet it witherTim Windisch4 29 2026
Transcribe →Maybe I’m already gone
Apr 2600:00:40Tap to summarizeMaybe I’m already gone Have I left my body, am I no longer part of this earthI may be broke but money ain’t the way to judge a man’sworthBut I feel like I’m invisible in what I thought was mybaby’s eyes Not feeling the love this man just sits alone and cries Maybe I’m already gone Never to know another dawnCause I’m not wanting to see anymore Not until I see her coming through my door I don’t want to be nobody’s pawnMaybe I’m already gone Tim Windisch 04 25 2026
Transcribe →Evil from top to bottom
Apr 2300:01:57Tap to summarizeEvil from top to bottomIt was nothing real, a grand scheme from the start All you have left for your troubles is a broken heart Call it what you will but no matter what, it is sadEverything you believed was true but you were just hadCry the blues and scream and throw things and swearIt won’t change a thing and it sure won’t make her careEvil from top to bottom straight through Smile as you twist the knife saying I love you Excuses and lies and anything that helped your cause Fell into the trap and never gave your words pauseBelieving in your promises, your love seemed so sincere Now I know that they were only meant to keep you hereIn my heart so I would never stop caring And oh how you loved the bank book you were sharingEvil from top to bottom straight through Smile as you twist the knife saying I love you Sad lies are all you bathe in and then use as your perfumeOpen all my windows, hit the fan get the stench out of myroomCleanse me from the filth of the your sick obsessionWhich given all you stole is just a tax-free professionDrain me like the dirty bath water from your every sinNeed a scorecard to tally up who you’ve had inEvil from top to bottom straight through Smile as you twist the knife saying I love you Enjoy your days, but never try to rememberWhat was once there you torched to an emberLive your lies, mourn your loss, slide on to your next preyYou chose the path so go prosper in your own sick wayMy love is real, my heart is strong, my life’s not doneI’ll heal and smile again, you keep telling yourself you wonTim Windisch4 23 2026
Transcribe →Political salad
Apr 1700:01:08Tap to summarizePolitical saladCarry a grudge from inauguration, actions from the jump gotmy head shakinIt only gets worse when you try to understand theexplanation. FrustrationWho runs the asylum, who’s handing out the pills? Are wesaving running up the bills?The callous disregard for those who dare say no is giving methe chills! Ignorance killsYour cabinet creaks and it’s spitting out crap! Redactedphotos, who’s sitting on your lap?More from the morons of mishap; Petey’s preaching from thegospel of Quentin. Sap! Who’s running this charade, who leads this heist? Orange mandressed as Jesus Christ?Let’s make a salad of what’s left of the Constitution, serveit on the fourth all neatly dicedRemember when you didn’t think it could get any worse?Mid terms are coming soon, for God’s sake register firstAnd don’t forget to vote!Tim Windisch4 17 2026
Transcribe →Wherever you may be going
Apr 1400:01:36Tap to summarizeWherever you may be goingTake me down to that station, cause I need to catch thattrainThe one going to a different elevation, with sunshine evenduring the rainYou never hear an unkind word, nobody says anything out ofplaceIt’s the best or so I’ve heard, walk around all day with asmile on your faceThat’s the way I’ve always felt, add you to my side and turnmy frown upside downSo many nights I prayed as I knelt, let me watch you come myway in a wedding gownSo I need a ride over to that place, let me catch a wave orride that trainOnce I kissed you know I couldn’t replace, the feeling I getfrom you it drives me insaneOh! But now I miss your smile and your touch, enduring thelapses is agonizingly painfulBut even though it pains me so very much, my complaints arereally downright disdainfulIt’s just that the thought of that feeling, wrapped in yourlove melded as oneMakes the absence becomes insufferable but I’m dealing, Ijust want this lapse to be doneIt’s time for you to walk your bear, dress him up and makehim your ownStroll around like you haven’t got a care, enjoying lifewherever you may be goingYes babe enjoy your life, wherever you may be goingTim Windisch4 11 2026
Transcribe →Jumpin’ from my skin
Apr 1400:01:09Tap to summarizeJumpin’ from my skinMore twists and turns than a Hitchcock movie, I’m alwaysleft guessin’Too much silence and too many minutes away if I’m confessin’A simple tale about boy meets girl and they are foreverjoinedIn truth scant minutes alone together need to be purloinedIt’s mess babe and we gotta act fastWe are something that’s meant to lastBut right now I can’t deal with the shape I’m inGoing crazy losing touch I’m jumpin from my skinEstate sales, funerals, and newborns too have joined thefrayDeciding what can come and what must go yet you got nothingto sayAre we in town or on the road? Single words, tell me is it acode?Keep lighting fuses and sooner or later something’s going toexplodeIt’s mess babe and we gotta act fastWe are something that’s meant to lastBut right now I can’t deal with the shape I’m inGoing crazy, losing touch I’m jumpin’ from my skinTim Windisch03 18 2026
Transcribe →Love I’m waiting!
Apr 1300:01:13Tap to summarizeLove I’m waiting!Drifting off you catch the image of his face, thousand plus nights spentrunning the raceDreaming of the day you finally get to his placeSomething pulls you from those perfect dreams, no matter howclose you come it seemsPull the brake but the crazy train rumbles and steamsFind the depot, jump into the fields if you must, hourslate, it’s forty-second street or bustInto the arms of the face of the future you trustLove I’m waiting!, he cries; but he mumbles under his breathThis waiting will surely one day be the cause of my deathLove I’m waiting!, he wails at the top of his lungs; chokingback a tearLoathing the loneliness brings a worry it won’t end- hisdeepest fearLove I’m waiting! Love I don’t care about the consequenceI’ll stand proud giving my all for you as my lone defenseJudge me how you may, but I’ve only this to sayLove I’m waiting!, I pray to God today’s the dayI love you babe!Tim Windisch03 11 2026
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