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Poetry by Tim Windisch
Tim Windisch
300 episodes
2 days ago
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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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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I don't know why
Poetry by Tim Windisch
2 minutes 9 seconds
1 month ago
I don't know why

I don’t know why

I’d like to say I understood, believe me baby I would

It’s just that I have this terrible pain and I don’t feeltoo good

Seems every time I stand up tall, somebody pulls the rug andI fall

Maybe we could talk about it the next time that you decideto call

I’d like to be the king of the hill, I bet calling the shotswould be such a thrill

But I’m not much for politics; my thing is giving true love,babe that’s my skill

Only I end up without any left for even me, so I am sendingyou this heartfelt plea

Babe bury me in love, don’t ever stop; over my head justpile it on till I can’t see

But Lord I don’t hear a sound

No reply can ever be found

So I hang my head and cry

Oh! Babe, I don’t know why

I’d like to wake to your face, brings a soft warm glow allover the place

But it’s only when I’m dreaming that it happens, causesunrise gives chase

Those images fade from view, it hurts me deep cause there’snothing I can do

There’s nothing that makes me feel like that king; no babenothing except for you

I’d like to ride the wave of love, I could ride itperpetually cause I just can’t get enough

God sent me an angel; there’s no other way to describe, youwere sent from above

But He can be fickle and funny, sometimes you think it willrain but it’s sunny

So all I can say for sure is this bear is hungry, and youknow he only wants his honey

Still I don’t hear a sound

Let your reply be found

Say you’re on your way and I’m your guy

Perfect end to my fairy tale; oh! Babe I don’t know why

Tim Windisch

09 23 2025

Poetry by Tim Windisch
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