Holding Tightly

Melancholy moments your silence can always expose

Holding tightly to the dreams with you Christina Rose

While my heart aches my mind replays your pretty eyes

Drawn as I was from the first look launched perpetual tries

To sidle up close and meld warmly into one heartbeat

Is the thing that keeps me going, without you I’m incomplete

Pain is a companion I long to give the slip once and for all

And I know that beside you I will be standing proud and tall

Melancholy moments your touch and every one of them goes

Holding tightly to the dreams with you Christina Rose

Tim Windisch

04 27 2025

I feel you in my heart

The future has always been so appeasing,

we knew right from the start

Now pillows in place of my love, so tightly squeezing,

I feel you in my heart

Wondering, questioning no one but my own darkening thoughts and fears

But my love is not lessening, a vibe from a click of oureyes, now full of tears

Desperation, sitting alongside exhaustion,

having lunch with hopelessness

Resisting urges to charge ahead without caution,

never could, nope unless

Everything we said and did was pretend,

and we were simply playing our part

If so, drop the curtain, show can end,

I’m still holding on, I feel you in my  heart

A Valentine of roses dreamt, growing here;

your smile beside me let the day start

The tomorrows that we talked about can appear,

oh! Babe I swear I feel you in my heart

Tim Windisch

02 13 2025

No

No decorum, not even a forum

Skip the back story don’t bore ‘em!

Days passed; to too many, too fast!

Where’s the feeling was s’posed to last?

Green soon, remember late ’21 June?

Stumbling in the dark like a buffoon

No sounds, all alone dumping coffee grounds

Time passes; no communication, hopelessness abounds

No fills, not a word and my spine chills

Don’t need much to get my cheap thrills

Too many days, ending badly in the same ways

Like one of those depressing one-man plays

No thought, too many battles I’ve fought

Looking high and low for the happiness brought

Not here, no joyful starts, happy hearts, no cheer

Left to choose between the lesser of my darkest fear

Hiding doubt, acting like I know what it’s all about

Silence fills the room but inside I scream and shout

No regrets, choice made, stands firm yet frets

Tough weather; he focuses on how good it gets

Riding solo, waiting to join her hand you know

Tough sledding when the cover gets too thin though

Falling off the sled, wishing they were home in bed

Apart too long , get back together again instead

No way to pretend, can’t mimic that feeling my friend

Do what we have to, to end up back together again

Tim Windisch

02 07 2025

57 is 19 x 3

Pressed between the pages, filled with love across the ages

Sweeter words expressing your grace were not written by

The thoughts of the joy, the twinkle in your eye caught this

I meant every single word babe, loving you I would never toy

But I sit again and add more to the realms of poems instead

Another year passes by alone, I sit and I stare at that

The love we share touches me more than anything I’ve ever

In my head I commit acts of violence, I curse the world in

Then I calm myself, hearing my grandma and smelling her

Dasn’t get so upset kid, end up like your pa, talk silly and

Close your eyes and say a prayer that it gets better, so I

But it’s the mere thought, it guides me to the place that I

And I finally chill, actually chuckle at the resolve that it

Mother chimes in about care, I hear her daily even though

Promises made are meant to be kept she said as she twirled my hair

Those eyes were not lying, follow through boy, you have to

No battle was ever won by sitting there yelling and crying

So I just figured I would say, I give my right arm to find a

To look you in the eyes,

kiss you and wish you a Happy Birthday

But if it doesn’t come to fruition, I will do my best not to

Only to picture the joy we will share when we finally

I love you Christina Rose!

Tim Windisch

01 24 2025

Time marches on

Those used to be’s are flying again, mentions of how it was

Unlocked doors without any fear, waving to strangers just to

Bolt those doors, keep your gaze fixed ahead catch no eyes, wonder

Governments and department stores, got more to hide behind

Come and go, with the tide of fashion, what matters most you

Ease and relaxation unlocks the desires, the key to open

Time marches on and history always looks, peanut farmer,

Posturing does you no good from the grave, not about how

Making humanity habitable, dodging your flaws with lawyers,

Used to be a time… oh I am certain there was, but tomorrow

Smiling at those memories, taking the facts; merged with

Some of this is okay, but you’ve just got to try some of

Time marches on and we make ours, play outside when it’s

How we play changes but our friends should remain, ransoming

Leave Caesar to have what’s his, he can fear the ides of

I’m going to live life with family and friends, do my best

The shit storms I encounter I’ll plow through, cause

Time marches on, and the pace picks up,  I just want to enjoy the rest of mine before

I’m not chasing used to be’s, rather making new, trying to

Championing integrity, sharing time; help a friend find a

Time marches on, administrations and policies come and go, and

So make the best of it

Tim Windisch

Alright

Sipping on my coffee, trying to see through the heavy fog

Reaching for my love, but my arm is wrapped around a dog

I know there’s always something, with an underlying desire

To circumvent this situation, only embers remain from our

I’d love to rekindle the flame, but babe I ain’t even got a

Chilly on the sofa, my feet feel so cold on the bare wood

It could eighty-five in here, but we both know it won’t heat

I don’t need external flames to generate the heat my poor

It’s the bowels of my soul, and honey you know your love is

On your touch, your warmth, I sit here praying you’ll walk

The days seem to be getting so much shorter, the along comes

Dreams that used to excite me, days where everything just

Alone they’re just dark and empty, sadness and hopelessness

I squeeze my eyes shut and try to hide, motionless laying

Praying you’ll be the first thing I see when I open them,

Yeah, everything will be alright

Tim Windisch

12/19/2024

You feel

You feel rundown, body’s infected

I sit alone ignorant, lost and neglected

Can’t get it right but you go at it all wrong

Kept to yourself even though I came along

Said you never had somebody who’d care

Promised to share a life but you’re never there

Sometimes I bang my head against the wall

Sometimes I fall asleep waiting on your call

You feel scared, but keep watching tv

Violence and mayhem all you ever see

Need a chest to drop your head onto

Stroke your blonde hair and caress you

Said you never had anybody who’d long

To tend your wounds and sing you a song

So I warble out the words to a love tune

Singing babe I miss you, got to see you soon

You feel you’re slipping, too steep of a slope

I scream I understand babe I can barely cope

Apart from the dream that holds it all together

Tore your lace and got whipped by your leather

Put the rubber to the asphalt steer your way clear

Wrap your blues around me when you bring it here

The distance needs to be eliminated for us to score

We’ve only had a taste and babe we both need more

You feel, I feel too

I feel it’s time for me and you

Tim Windisch

12/05/2024

Ode to Christmas Carol

A legend left the building, the sad news came

And we will all move on but it won’t be the same

If you called her a legend she’d probably laugh

Maybe fawn for the camera offer an autograph

She wasn’t searching for a spotlight for her face

Rather for the earth, pay attention to what we can’t replace

Or the poor who have no money for shelter or a meal

Causes caught Christmas Carol, sincerity you could feel

From my home in Milwaukee, to London, Africa and abroad

She shared tears for suffering, and every triumph she’d

Shared a story and it made you laugh, she was such a gas

Memories that I love to bring back, I know they’ll always

I’m proud to say I was a friend of hers, and her show I’ll

Every Tuesday when I start I remember “Just Do It, Hit It

Rest In Peace Carol

Nah, Raise a little hell girlfriend!

Tim Windisch

12/03/2024

Time can

Time can be my friend, or time can run away

Hold me for a slow minute, promise me you’ll stay

Words can help me explain, words can leave me blank

I’ve so many of them to find the right way to thank

To thank you for the dreams, those dreams I long to see

In daylight, against an autumn sky under our maple tree

Time can be my friend, this time the clocks won’t mean a thing

And words can be breathed by lovers hear the song they sing

Dreams were the plans we cried about after myriad false

Time after time, words failed but the fire kept burning in

Oh baby, feel the cure to your ills, God knows it’s more

Ain’t nothing fancy, you don’t need fancy just true love, no

Oh baby, zip your coat and grab your keys, drive past the

To our home in the city where your man is waiting here

Honey don’t you know time can be our friend; we can laugh as it ticks away

Words won’t be hard to find, how many will we need to be

Dreams will be between us, tomorrows of laughter and love

Blessed to finally be sharing the grace of our God above

Tim Windisch

10 08 2024

Cry

Staring at my last text, worrying cause we seem vexed

Like our plans were cursed by a demon and we’re hexed

Complex, confounded and confusing, how much more abusing

I try to wear a smile of hope but it’s hard be coy while I’mbruising

Choosing to do all that I can, stick to the course andfollow the plan

Babe I’m trying my best, but after all, honey I’m no godjust a man

And have I told you how much I care? Always closing my eyes picturing you’re there

Imagining the smell of your perfume, feeling my fingersrunning through your hair

Spare me this pain Lord! Bring my baby back! My panorama hasdeveloped a crack

And try as I might my fuse is burning quickly, and I feellike I’m going to blow my stack

Lack of patience mom would say, relax son; stay focused.Tomorrow’s another day

Losing your temper and jabbering like a fool is just nevergoing to be the right way

Okay I understand mom, I’ll try. I know we have to stay thecourse, I just don’t know why

So hard to just roll with the punches, when really all youwant to do is sit down and cry

So hard to just roll with the punches, when really all youwant to do is sit down and cry

Tim Windisch

08 06 2024