Poetry by Tim Windisch

She said

She said, take me to tomorrow

A place with far less sorrow

I’d give anything to get there, babe I’d beg, steal or borrow

The calendar gets stuck and it just won’t turn

I’m painted into a maddening perpetual nocturne

Moving on, and coming back to go ahead is my only concern

She said, I cannot tell what I can’t explain

And I know it sounds like a sad old refrain

But when I try to take a step, babe I collapse inside my brain

I shut myself inside my self-created walls

Every time I try to drive the engine just stalls

Tell me home is still there for me, tell me you’ll take my calls

She said, Been in hell. I’d a died but for one thing

Promise of our tomorrow and the joy it will bring

Crazy as everything has seemed till now, I’d give anything

And babe I do mean anything

To wear your ring

Tim Windisch

11 12 2026

I’m holding

 I’m holding my pillowsat night

 Eyes close to yourface, my delight

 I’m holding promisesoh so tight

 But I need you hereto make everything alright

I’m holding out for that sunshine

Reflecting off your skin so divine

 I’m holding out myhands for a sign

 Looking for the daythat you’ll be mine

 I’m holding mybreath, waiting on your car

Every time it gets close it’s always too damn far

 I’m holding applause honeytill you are

 I’ll explode like ashooting star

I’m holding on baby I keep on holding

 I’m holding dreamsbut my knees are folding

 I need relief cause nothingelse will do

 I’m holding out untilI’m holding you

 Tim Windisch

11 5 2026

Watchin Mendota winkin at the moon

Things go, but not the way she needs

Xanadu seems so close but the image bleeds

Can’t run, stumble into locations unknown

All she can do is type faster into her phone

Up used to be, right where she thought it should belong

Now down is there, her head hurts and everything seems wrong

Tries to smile for a selfie sends a text saying I’ll be home soon

Got to find my direction, watchin Mendota winkin at the moon

Years ago, seemed like a fairly simple task

God! send me someone to love me, it’s all I ask

There he was; only a short ride across the glade

Just over an hour I’ll be home free and have it made

A plethora of unexplainable events and unattainable conditions

Contorted all of her dreams, twisted into uncomfortable positions

As the last pieces crashed, she whispered to him standing inthe ruin

Try to understand, see you after I’m done watchin Mendota winkin at the moon

Tim Windisch

11 4 2026

Sew it in a quilt

I got blues so bad I want to lose them in a flash

No silly stuff, yeah I don’t want to do anything rash

Take those pains, all of those sad refrains and sew them ina quilt

Create beauty from the stains, you take the reins I’ll watchhow it’s built

Lots of pieces of broken promises scattered across the floor

Somewhere in a box downstairs there must be hundreds more

A bit of deception, way back at the inception, you can sewthem in a quilt

A master of subreption, busted up my interoception, it’lllook beautiful rebuilt

Say goodbye to blues open up your mind to something betteryou can use

Strap those fears onto a rocket straight to hell, smilingwhile you light the fuse

No longer will I wait, for fallacies to guide my fate; takethem all, sew them in a quilt

High time to become first rate, let the storms abate, yeah I’mno longer someone to jilt

Take all that was broken and sad

All the hurt that I’ve ever had

Something beautiful can be built

Gather it all up and sew it in a quilt

Tim Windisch

11 2 2026

Heal the hurt

Be it a battered heart, tore your insides apart

Or the latest addition to your medical chart

Whatever the cause, the situation just gnaws

Causes you pain, things that give you pause

My brain triggers me to sound an alert

Turn on some tunes, lets heal the hurt

Since I was but a boy, I have garnered so much joy

Discovering new sounds, each new album like a toy

Drop the stylus in the groove, jam it hard or play it smooth

From a subtle finger tap to getting up cause I have to move

My brain triggers me to send an alert

Turn up the tunes, let’s heal the hurt

Hendrix, Dylan or Motown, Boston, Petty, oh let’s get down

From Grateful Dead to Talking Heads, marinate me in that sound

Gimme a comfy shirt

Heal the hurt

Turn on some music take me back, a time before things went out of whack

A sunshine daydream, I’m so glad, everybody’s groovin at the love shack

Oh yeah heal the hurt

Tim Windisch

10 20 2026

Gimme a ring

Making love with the stereo blaring

Sunsets together meant forever sharing

But all the bitter endings mad eyes glaring

This situation needs attention and repairing

See we have eyes that are meant to be staring

Through each other’s souls perpetually caring

Babe my heart, my life my soul I am baring

And hear me clear right now babe I am daring

For you to join me in a love beyond comparing

All these end the same, just like I planned

With a ring.

Tim Windisch

10 3 2026

I’m waiting

I’m waiting, you’re waiting, unexplained delays consternating

No elating, fascinating pumped up dreams so rapidly deflating

I’m waiting

I’m crying, you’re crying, silence gives vibes of no longer trying

It’s dying, instead of flying, no hellos feels like sad goodbyeing

I’m crying

I’m hoping, you’re hoping, memories and ambitions help coping

Ever doping, no interloping, ain’t another soul I want to be scoping

I’m hoping

Yeah I’m waiting till I’m crying no more

I’m hoping we have something better in store

Yeah I’m waiting till I’m crying no more

I’m hoping for our day, something better in store

I’m waiting

Tim Windisch

10 16 2025

Pie in the sky

Since back in ’12, his picture off the shelf

Front and center to her eyes

She dreams of him and cries

One day she’ll pass beyond here herself

So many happy times since way back in ‘88

That big funny man continued to fascinate

Joined with ceremony and golden rings

Poised to share whatever tomorrow brings

And love and laughing together they never lacked

Till that fateful spring when the panorama cracked

Words could not coax comfort to stay

Lament followed her night and day

Good times with family brought smiles and so much cheer

But deep down she only wished that her C-Guy were here

Days stopped and all of us gathered and had a cry

Looking back and sharing memories of Pie in the sky

Knowing two souls dance together in perpetual delight

Makes me smile as I wipe a tear picturing them tonight

Much love to you my dear old friend C-Guy

And to your loving wife, your Pie in the sky

Tim Windisch

10 17 2026

The second half of your century

Coming down off the mountain, your smile at my side

Right where it’s been since we started our family ride

A good deal of your first half, but I wonder what will theadventure be

As we celebrate the beginning of the second half of yourcentury

Sharing special days together replaces the idea ofexchanging gifts

In fact any time spent with friends and family provides muchneeded lifts

The less planning yields the best results, our sweetestmemories are extempore

Cause with Daddio, you never know let’s roll with the secondhalf of your century

Playing with the littles ones, climb back in time climbingdown onto the floor

Tossing bean bags laughing at the game, we were the winners,never mind the score

A ripping good time as always, delivered with panache in a mannerso exemplary

Cut the cake, blow out the candles and let’s usher in thesecond half of your century

Happy Birthday Jessey!

Love Dad

9 28 2026

Busted menagerie

It’s not fair to call me stupid

I think my problem’s I’m too nice

I blame it all on that dude cupid

Got me think wedding bells and rice

Every time I go off and fall in love again

I end up lost, in tears all alone and broke

And that so called lady is nowhere in sight

From the outside I’m sure it’s a real good joke

But on the inside it’s another sleepless night

Alone in tears ain’t how a love story should end

You could say I’m a fool for ever believing

A sightless person could see it was a big mistake

But I’ve been driving blind straight to Hotel Grieving

Greeted at the door, so well known they made me a cake

My favorite, regrets frosted with fears with a tear on top

Yes I guess I’m a regular here, rather sad to say

One day I tell myself,  I’m going to check out for good

Lonely nights that bleed into another mournful day

Going to a place where I’m loved and understood

Where real love’s a mainstay and the smiles just won’t stop

And that’s sure not here…

Tim Windisch

10 2 2026