Hello my friends

It’s been a rough start to the new year,  but
we’ve survived.  LOL if it weren’t for problems
our life might become rather boring hehehe 🙂
Yeppers,  we’re still waiting on York’s to get
the parts to fix our car door.  In the mean time
we’re having to climb in through the passenger
side and open the drivers side door.  At least
we can do that HaHaHa.  It’d be a total pain in
the rump if we had to get in from the back seat
and reach up to open the doors LOL.  Oops I
hope I haven’t jinxed us hehehe.  The winter
days have not been too awful on us.  We’ve had
a few days for the snow and ice to melt away
from our house,  but there is still plenty of it out
there.  I know that as it does every year,  we will
have more snow to come before it is over with.
We used our wet/dry vac the other day on the
add on when it was warm enough for some of
the ice to melt.  There was still quite a bit of ice
that was not yet ready to be thawed,  but we
got a lot of it.  Now if our landlord will ever
get over here and fix the leaks,  we might be
able to begin thawing it with heaters,  but not
until.  So,  off to yet another topic.  Right now
at 5 PM it’s 6 F degrees.  Judy is over at her
chair painting.  Now she not only paints but
she does a bit of drawing with the art pencils
that I bought her.  I’m still doing my picture
poems 🙂  Judy is even doing a few picture
poems ever so often.  I don’t know how it is
that I got started doing them.  Well OK,  I
might have a bit of a clue hehehe.  I did just
a couple of them years ago using Print Shop
Ensemble 3.  They were not that great,  but
I was just playing with it.  Now of course I use
my Photoscape and it works so much better.
Plus with my weird ability to bond a poem to
a picture,  it gives me something to do 🙂
At least if I’m doing picture poems, I’m not
pestering Judy LOL.  The boys still pester
us no matter what we’re doing because they
want our undivided attention hehehe.  They
are silly.  I do go outside with them from
time to time and play and they love that 🙂
It seems that they have grown closer to me
due to all of the time that Judy has been
away helping her brother and all of her girls
nights out with her sisters and daughters
to do crafts.  Yeppers,  us boys have had a
lot of guy time here lately.  Judy has been
home now,  longer than she has in a while
and me and the boys are glad about that 🙂
This old house gets real quiet when Judy’s
not here.  LOL for some reason Benny and
Rocky are fairly calm when it’s just me and
them.  Hehehe I think they know who they
can bug to give them treats and it’s not me.
I do give them treats,  but not as often as
Judy 🙂  We love our little boys and we can
tell that they love us.  Plus they love one
another hehehe. They are lying side by side
right now in the floor.  It’s so cute watching
them run.  They will often run side by side
while bumping into each other.  Our home
might not be that great,  but there’s a lot
of love within it.  Judy’s brother seems to
be doing better,  but time will tell.  Right
now it looks like he is headed back to the
nursing home,  but a different one in another
location.  It’s just a hit and miss to tell what
is going to happen.  Please keep Ricky and
the rest of the family in your prayers.  We
have no clue about the future and in most
cases I am glad about that.  If we knew to
the detail what was going to happen in the
future,  we might spend all of our waking
hours thinking about it and worrying about
the inevitable.  I believe it’ better to live
one day at a time and deal with each day
as best that we are able.  Then the future
will be as it should be.  Well since I began
rambling,  the temperature has dropped a
degree.  Now it’s 5 F degrees 🙂  Tomorrow
the high is supposed to be 24 F and that’s
not too bad.  Me and the boys might go out
and play 🙂  I made Judy and I pancakes
for breakfast today and made enough for
breakfast tomorrow as well,  so I will not
have to cook breakfast tomorrow hehehe.
We’ll have to go to the grocery store one
day this week.  We’re getting low on food.
LOL aren’t we exciting!  Yeppers,  we’re
one lively little family.  I’m sure that God
has angels watching over us,  helping us
when we need help.  There are many signs
of it.  When we have troubles,  we seem to
always find answers.  They might not be
the answers we wanted,  but non the less
they are answers.  Don’t let the trials of
life to become as barbells that weigh you
down.  Let God and His angels to help you
lift those barbells.  A little prayer can do
many things.  Now,  I believe it’s time for
me to be looking back on all that I have
written here to see if I can find me a good
word or phrase that I can use for the title
for today’s brand new poem.  So,  it’s away
I go to that place of my recollection that I
always like to call RECOLLECT VILLE.
I think I found a fairly decent title just a
few lines back.  Now to see if I can do
anything with it.  Here goes…

When We Have Troubles

Time is a meadow
where weeds might inlay
becoming as our struggles
with day after day.
Minutes might tick on
as time finds its course
to display all the answers
in a Heavenly force.
When we have troubles
those times might become
a doorway to worry
as an off beaten drum.
Pages of our journals
that are written in time
are often filled with weeds
of a worrisome kind.
When we have troubles
the thing we should do
is kneel down in prayer
and let God guide us through.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 15, 2017

There ya go.  I hope you liked the poem and
maybe even understood it.  Also I hope you
enjoyed my rambling and it maybe even gave
you a smile.  LOL it amazes me that I am able
to find so much to ramble about.  Judy is now
doing a drawing of wine bottles.  I found her
a picture for her to draw.  The challenge this
week is wine bottles.  It changes every week.
Her and I are in a little Paint Addicts group.
I of course very rarely paint or draw,  but I
love seeing all of their artwork.  I might one
day give painting another go,  but for now I
think I’ll stick with writing poetry and whatnot.
There’s not much else to tell you other than
what I tell you almost every week and that
is,  I wrote some more poems and haiku 🙂
Yeppers,  10 more poems with an added 6
due to the picture poems which most of them
are LOL.  I try to write 1 or 2 poems without
pictures from time to time.  It helps me to
keep my imagination stirred.  I also wrote
22 more haiku for all of the haiku lovers
out there.  I hope you can find maybe 1 or
2 of either or both that you like.  LOL,  it
is now 4 F degrees at 7 PM.  So I guess
it’s time for me to begin my search for that
hardly elusive off switch,  but not before
I wish you a most wonderful and blessed
week.  Remember,  Jesus loves you and
we do too.  Now where in this room is that
off switch hiding this week or more to the
point loosely trying to hide LOL.  Hmmm,
I think I see some movement from behind
my empty soda can.  Oh for Heaven’s sake
couldn’t ya at least find a decent hiding spot
that doesn’t move every time you do LOL.
Gotcha,  see ya CLICK zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

God bless from Bill,  Judy,  Benny,  Rocky
and the spirit of Milo Pearce

P.S  A link to our brand new book
Pearce’s Poetry Pictures
is at the end of the journal along
with all of the others.  Enjoy 🙂

Now it’s on with the poems and haiku
10+6 and 22 hehehehehehehehehehe 🙂


This scene in time
came into view
a mountainscape
with wondrous hue.
Mount Katahdin
with snow upon
this scene I see
while riding along.
Yet now it’s painted
a scenes delight
a mountainscape
with snow of white.
This scene in time
is a magical place
a wondrous view
of times embrace.
A moment painted
to then bestow
mountainous ridges
found with snow.
A time sublime
for minds escape
is now the view
a mountainscape.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 9,  2017

A Hill Of Snow

White snow glistens
as our boy looks on
the scenes he sees
are far along.
A distant trail
of long ago
our little boy sees
a hill of snow.
As journeys start
and scenes begin
our little boy looks
beginning to end.
His four paws ready
to climb about
a hill of snow
without a doubt.
His little brother
is out there too,
but at the moment
he’s not in view.
The snow glimmers
shimmers and shines
a hill of snow
that our dog finds.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 9,  2017

Benny and Rocky

A painted scene,
a wondrous hue
is of our dogs
not one but two.
They love to play
and run around
day and night
till they run down.
Benny and Rocky
are our two boys.
They love to play
with their dog toys.
This great scene’s
a wonderful while
of our two boys
with a little smile.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 9,  2017

Old House Of Winter

As a journey begins
you might find a place
an old house of winter
with a scenic embrace.
A fireplace burning
as smoke billows high
soon to be engulfed
by the true blue sky.
It’s a winter scene
white snow’s procured
displayed as a moment
a photo allured.
The picture’s become as
a sweet memory
an old house of winter
my vision’s set free.
It seemed as a painting
a portion of time
scented as a blessing
and wondrous design.
An old house of winter
is a passionate gaze
found on a journey
of wintertime’s days.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 9,  2017

Released From Winter

The sky seems to open
and unleash a while
found within moments
that winters compile.
A scene found released
so to become a view
of a magical essence
of a dream come true.
Released as a threshold
that opens its doors
to display all the beauty
that winter implores.
Wintertime’s scenery
displayed as white
found in the sunshine
and also at night.
Time becomes magnified
scenes front and center
displayed as a blessing
released from winter.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 9,  2017

Peaceful Lake

A wondrous picture
painted true
becomes a scenic
awesome view.
Mountains display
their own path
painted in
a light contrast.
A peaceful lake
of bluish haze
a time and place
for future days.
A scene, a dream,
a painted while,
a peaceful lake
that is so mild.
Mountains dance
a wondrous sight,
a peaceful lake
in evenings light.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 10,  2017

Dolphins Play

A passing voyage
to seas of depth.
Dolphins play
and then have rest.
Pelicans watch
as time goes by
while dolphins play
in evenings sky.
The waters waves
are gently seen
as dolphins play
just like a dream.
The pelicans flight
is stopped a while
to watch the dolphins
dance and smile.
The scene becomes
a mere memory
as the dolphins play
in the deep blue sea

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 12,  2017

Driving Through

As four wheels turn
and miles are made
a drive through time
is a serenade.
Scenes come alive
as wheels go around
while driving through
a sight and sound.
The wind is blowing
as moments display
with a mountain scene
on this distant day.
Written as a rumble
of tires that roll
driving through then
makes a story unfold.
White clouds forming
as a magical place
as the car rolls on
in a slow written pace.
The time is a moment
with a wonderful hue
found as a blessing
we’re driving through.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 12,  2017

Seagulls Flying

Upon a shore
is found a sight
a certain someone
filled with fright.
They found a time
so misconstrued
to feed the seagulls
wanting food.
Seagulls flying
have no fear
to poop on whom
that is so near.
Even the feeder
that’s giving bread
seagulls flying
poop on their head.
This person soon
went running fast
from seagulls flying
shadows cast.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 12,  2017

True Love In Disguise

Windows of a heart
often need a little shine
to give a better view
of a persons point and time.
Seasons of a  moment
are as flowers that bloom
becoming as the beauty
for love to come in tune.
True love in disguise is
a version many miss
while they are thinking
it’s brought on by a kiss.
Many find their passion
in the things that they see
while true love in disguise
is a moment given free.
Blessings from Lord Jesus
are so often in the eyes
scented with a moment
that is true love in disguise.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 12,  2017

Mountain Scene

A piece of art
that’s drawn so fine
is a mountain scene
of another time.
It could become
another place
within the artist’s
true embrace.
A mountain scene
that comes in view
drawn with love
that times ensue.
Penciled in
as thoughts unfold
this mountain scene
a story told.
It is a drawing
a piece of art
a mountain scene
that thoughts impart.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 13,  2017

Mallards Flock

On a cold winter’s day
in a pond so precise
I saw some Mallards flock
into a pond full of ice.
These ducks of destination
may have just lost their way
or forgotten it was winter
and not the month of May.
They walked upon the ice
with web feet made to swim
as many quacked together
for some more to join in.
They hardly noticed me there
with my camera there in hand
snapping many photos
of them trying hard to stand.
The moment was enlightening
as I listened to them squawk
while others came in landing
to join the Mallards flock.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 13,  2017

With Starry Eyes

Heartbeats glisten
pounding true
with the seasons
With starry eyes
a scenic place
becomes time
of sweet embrace.
As love begins
and shows its way
a starry sight
begins to sway.
Heavens window
gives a view
with starry eyes
of life anew.
God sends angels
all around
to help us up
when we fall down.
Life is often
in disguise
seen by ones
with starry eyes.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 13,  2017

A February Memory

I found a photo
of long ago
a time and place
that had no snow.
A scene recorded
we could see
a February
This special place
so faraway
was state of mind
another day.
A time sublime
we can’t forget,
a place in time,
a bright sunset.
This photograph
of history
is a February

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 13,  2017

Time Begins

Paths are crossed
as time begins
with our lives
like violins.
Strumming tunes
of love and life
as time begins
husband and wife.
The seasons show
a pathway trod
as time begins
with help from God.
Doors will swing
another way
as time begins
a great display.
Two are joined
to become one
as time begins
with said and done.
Words are spoken
of true true love
bonded together
by God above.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 14,  2017

Heaven’s Peace

A day with shadows
that minutes release
are hazy meadows of
Heaven’s peace.
The view is clouded,
but yet it is clear
Heaven’s peace
is truly sincere.
It comes with beauty,
it comes with love,
it comes as magic
of a snow white dove.
Heaven’s peace
is a wonderful view
found as a glimmer
of life found anew.
Seasons are seconds
with time moving on
while Heaven’s peace
is dusk unto dawn.
It is a mere journey
where troubles release
found in the shadows of
Heaven’s peace.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 14,  2017

for Jan 14,  2017

Heaven in the stars
holds our imagination
that often is real.

A journey of time
is a pathway of footsteps
imprinting our lives.

Indecisive thoughts
will create an avalanche
that could prevent life.

Amidst a storm cloud
holds a chance for a rainbow
to shine in its wake.

Life is a gamble,
but a sure thing is Jesus,
so give it to Him.

Seconds that we see
are often more important
than all the hours.

Building blocks of life
are the footsteps that we take
and things that we say.

Falling into holes
is a problem of many,
but we can climb out.

A flower will hide
behind blooms within itself
to allow it life.

Change is a moment
that needs action to be made
or there is no change.

A snowflake’s journey
is a predestined pathway
that changes in stride.

Counting the minutes
will guarantee your sadness,
for patience is key.

When walking alone
you are not really alone,
for God is with you.

Scenes that we have seen
become memories of life
our minds photograph.

Morning is coming
even if you’re not ready,
so start it with prayer.

Harboring sadness
will detain your happiness,
for there is no room.

Signatures of clouds
are as artist in the sky
creating pictures.

Beyond perfection
is the greatest imperfection
called humanity.

Temporal balance
is a change of perception
of how you view things.

A simple fragment
of time that becomes living
might be a shadow.

A heart that’s broken
can be healed with love and care,
but it will take time.

The flavors of life
are as personalities
that ones define us.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 14,  2017

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Hello my friends

I hope you are doing well.  Judy and I are
hanging in there.  Judy is here today,  Her
brother is still in the hospital in the cardiac
ward.  Judy’s heading back sometime this
week.  In the mean time,  we’re trying to
get our driver side car door fixed.  If we
have to pay for it again,  it will cost $500
and we cannot afford that.  Hopefully I’ll
get them to pay for it as they should, being
they didn’t do it right the first time.  Keep
us in your prayers.  OK,  new topic.  The
weather is still bouncing around back and
forth.  We’ve still got tons of snow hehehe.
I’ve taken the boys out numerous times
this passed week and sat and played in the
snow with them.  I did a number of videos
for Judy that I shared on Facebook and
they came out pretty good.  My butt got
a bit cold as I sat in the snow to play with
the boys.  Benny and Rocky seemed to
love it.  Benny spent a lot of time climbing
snow mounds to try and look over the top
of them LOL.  Rocky just bounces around
in the snow.  It’s great that he loves the
snow too.  He had never seen it until we
got him LOL.  He was a rescue dog from
Florida.  But the first sight of snow,  he
was like YIPPEE as him and Benny ran
out into the field of snow together side by
side.  Our old boy Milo could take it or
leave it.  There were days before he got
sick that he would play with Benny in
the cold white snow,  but not too often.
Most times he preferred to be indoors
no matter what the weather was like LOL.
Rocky is that way too.  He prefers to be
inside,  but if I come out with them,  he’s
twirling around in circles from excitement.
Judy is back to painting and I’ve done a
quite a few new picture poems.  It’s not
going to be long before I have enough to
start Pearce’s Poetry Pictures Volume 2.
We’ve sold a few,  but not enough to pay
any bills LOL.  Hopefully in time the sales
will pick up.  We’ve both put a lot of time
and effort into the book.  Not to mention
all of Judy’s other books.  Oh well,  time
will tell.  So,  what else is there to ramble
about?  Well,  Thursday I had Judy pull
in and stop the car so I could get out and
take pictures of the Houlton walking bridge.
It had tons of snow on it,  but fortunately it
was packed down from people walking on
it and so I walked atop of a foot or more
of snow to cross it and take pictures LOL.
Some of the pictures came out pretty good.
It was getting late in the day and the sun
was already setting,  so I had to hold my
camera completely still to get some good
pictures.  It meant for me to have to hold
my breath as I snapped pictures.  I might
use a few as picture poems 🙂  Right now
it’s 3 F degrees and supposed to be minus
11 degrees by Monday morning.  So yes
it is a tad cold up this way.  It’s still not as
cold as it’s gonna get I’m sure LOL.  Ye
ole winter has barely shown its teeth as
of yet.  I’m sure we’ll get a lot more snow
before it’s all said and done and me and
the boys have a lot more romp time yet
to be done in that cold white scenery 🙂
Yeppers,  I do love snow.  I hate it when
it turns to plain old ice though,  so I try to
enjoy it while I can.  Our landlord hired a
guy with a large front end loader to come
and move our snow pile back a little bit
to make room for more snow.  It was to
the point that I had to dig us a little path
through it so we could get in our house 🙂
Now we’re ready for the rest of what winter
has to through at us,  of course aside from
a drivers side door that will not open from
the outside LOL.  Hopefully though,  that
is resolved soon.  I’m sure God has not
forgotten us and we will make it through
the storms of troubles.  So,  now I guess
it’s time for me to be looking back on all
that I’ve written to see if I can find a word
or phrase that I can use for the title for
today’s brand new poem.  So it’s away I
go to that place of my recollection that
I always like to call RECOLLECT VILLE.
I think I found a decent title not too far
back in my rambling.  Now to see if I can
do anything with it.  Here goes.

Said And Done

Within a windows
setting sun
a time might be as
said and done.
Yet a portions
timeless scenes
are ones value
window screens.
Many never
look outside
to see what God
as multiplied.
Scenes of wonder
blessings true
are there each day
for us to view.
Uncountable times
that things begin
are found to be
when moments end.
Don’t be known as
said and done,
before you’ve sought
to know God’s Son.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 8,  2017

There ya go.  I hope you understood the poem
and I hope also that my rambling didn’t bore
you too much LOL.  I can’t always write things
that everyone is interested in.  LOL I know I
do tend to get silly from time to time.  Hey it’s
silliness that helps the world go round hehehe.
Without a bit of laughter,  this world would be
but only a big blue ball of sadness.  Judy just
finished another painting.  It’s of Mt. Katahdin.
She did a pretty good job.  I’m going to use it
for a picture poem.  It looks like I have told
you all that there is to tell ya about our passed
week.  So now it’s time for me to tell you what
I tell you almost every week 🙂 and that is,  I
wrote some more poems and haiku.  Yeppers,
10 more poems and an extra 5 due to picture
poems,  so that ups the total to 15.  I also once
again wrote 22 more haiku for all of the haiku
lovers out there.  I hope you can find 1 or 2
of either or both that you like.  Now I believe
it’s time for me to begin my search for that
hardly elusive off switch,  but not before I
wish you a most joyous week.  Remember,
Jesus loves you and we do too.  OK,  hmm,
so where is that dadgum off switch hiding
this time?????  LOL,  I see ya hiding behind
my camera.  Trying to take a selfie are ya?
Gotcha,  see ya CLICK zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

God bless from Bill,  Judy,  Benny,  Rocky
and the spirit of Milo Pearce

P.S.  A link to our brand new book
Pearce’s Poetry Pictures
is at the end of the journal along
with all of the others.  Enjoy 🙂

P.S. again.  The first poem is one that
I wrote for Judy when she was gone to
stay with her brother in Bangor 🙂

Now it’s on with the poems and haiku
10+5 and 22 hehehehehehehehehehe 🙂

Alone In Love

Minutes seem longer
as seconds tick on
waiting for my true love
from dusk unto dawn.
I’m alone in love
as the minutes all pass
watching the shadows
that yesterdays cast.
It seems my heartbeat
yearns with a need
to have my true love
with passion I bleed.
I’m alone in love
as the clock ticks along
waiting for my honey
where she does belong.
I listen for her voice
and search for her face
while alone in love
as my heart starts to race.
I miss you so much dear
this I cannot deny
that I’m alone in love
with a tear in my eye.
I love you so truly
my sweet love for life.
I’m alone in love
waiting for you my wife.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 4,  2017

I Love You Judy <3
Love always Bill

Wanted Phase

A time sublime
with scenic days
becomes a dream
a wanted phase.
A page a stage
that finds my eyes
a wanted phase
with true surprise.
Things that sing
without a sound
are times of beauty
all around.
A phase of ways
that come and go
become the times
that we want so.
Yet to forget
the now and then
a wanted phase
might become dim.
So book a look
of memories
a wanted phase
of autumns leaves.
Allow somehow
the wondrous ways
to be the greatest
wanted phase.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 6,  2017

A Dreamer’s Eyes

As life moves forward
the past stands still
with just a glimmer
that dreams fulfill.
Left over moments
that fall in place
become as a dream
with times embrace.
A dreamer’s eyes
seek far and wide
a time remembered
again to ride.
A dream come true
that they had seen
a dreamer’s eyes
will seek a dream.
Without darkness,
without fear
a dreamer’s eyes
seek yesteryear.
While attempting
to draw a line
to now today
this point and time.
Yet the minutes
that are viewed
might be sort of
For each moment
is surprise
to find a place
a dreamer’s eyes.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 6,  2017

Sitting In Snow

With our two boys
and snow of white
I find a moment
such a sight.
Sitting in snow
as sunshine fades
me and our dogs
enjoy the days.
They’re our boys
with sweaters on
playing in snow
before it’s gone.
They love to play
as mounds will grow
while I’m sometimes
sitting in snow.
They’ll run around
bouncing with glee
while sometimes
we can barely see.
The scenic view
of to and fro
is often blinding
sitting in snow.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 6,  2017

Two Boys Standing

Hearts beat minutes
seconds counted
winters blessings
time’s surmounted.
Two boys standing
watching waiting
for their daddy
While I’m walking
there and to
they are playing
They can see me
walking there
these two boys
that stand and stare.
They’re our doggies
loved the same,
our two boys
of different frame.
Love is truly
how they flow
two boys standing
in the snow.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 6,  2017

Winter’s Mail

With snow of white
amidst the day
the winter’s mail
is on its way.
Snowy backdrops
find a while
seasons settings
times compile.
As a story
scenes of time
winter’s mail
is hard to find.
Frozen mailbox
such a sight
photo’s taken
winter’s white.
Then as echoes
seasons shine
winter’s mail
a great design.
Snowflakes falling
seem to sail
with the doorway
winter’s mail.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 6,  2017

With One Glance

A scene a dream
of times array
with one glance
turns night to day.
A stance romance
of times desire
with one glance
can turn to fire.
A stage and page
in many minds
with one glance
becomes designs.
A rose that grows
from watered scenes
with one glance
turns into dreams.
A choice a voice
of wanted ways
with one glance
is better days.
A place a face
in memories
with one glance
turns into seas.
A life a wife
for a lonely man
with one glance
becomes God’s plan.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 7,  2017

Disremembered Thoughts

Those thoughts that evade
as old age accrues
become disremembered
as our faded news.
Lifetimes of pathways
with stories we tell
become disremembered
with loss of detail.
Disremembered thoughts
of a lifetimes array
are often as the moments
we wish to display.
Yet as the years will pass
we might not recall
the hardest of times
we tried and we’d fall.
Seasons of journeys
that time may of lost
might just be the moments
disremembered thoughts.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 7,  2017

Life In The Fast Lane

With wheels rolling quickly
in a moment you see
you might end up crashing
into some debris.
Life is a time bomb
when moving too fast,
for speed bumps of lessons
are crashed not to pass.
Life in the fast lane
can wear on your mind
as a doorway through hurry
becomes a land mine.
Take time to enjoy life
and see the scenery,
because you may not have
another chance which to see.
Time is a proportionate
moment to gain
and you might miss it all
life in the fast lane.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 7,  2017

Mere Confusion

Sometimes now
is hard to view
for it’s not what
we wish true.
Often a moment
will go sour
as a minute
becomes an hour.
Mere confusion
time records
is just sometimes
our rewards.
Doing wrongly
what we should
because we then
Simple seconds
counted true
mere confusion
might be you.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 7,  2017

Winter Paws

A winter sight
with scenes of snow
has winter paws
out in the cold.
Sweaters on
in snow of white
winter paws
is such a sight.
This day I see
with wondrous view
is found inlaid
with dogs of two.
Winter paws
of moments time
becomes the scene
that’s so divine.
A scenic stage
of oohs and aahs
is set to see these
winter paws.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 7,  2017


A bird of blue
in pussy willows
flutters and sings,
a moment billows.
It’s painted in
with brownish chest
and blue colors
to its crest.
The scene is set
within this paint
timeless portions
not too faint.
A bluebird nestles
in the scene
pussy willows
so supreme.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 7,  2017

Purple Winter

As painted dreams
a purple shade
a purple winter
has been made.
A painted scene
a purple road
a snowy winter
is bestowed.
Snowflakes falling
through the trees
a purple winter
painted seas.
A picture painting
a purple winter
is in view.
Time’s envisioned
a purple day
a purple winter
a painted way.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 7,  2017

Winter Beckons

In our driveway
road to town
snow is laden
on the ground.
Winter beckons
days and nights
turned into some
scenic sights.
Many footprints
there and to
add a texture
to the view.
Winter beckons
as a stage
many moments
age to age.
As a dancer
snowflakes fall
timeless scenes
to cover all.
Winter beckons
words of choice
with its seasons
winter voice.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 7,  2017

Snoopy and Woodstock

On a starry starry night
two characters were seen
upon this old doghouse
somewhere in a dream.
Snoopy and Woodstock
laid dreaming to fly
while searching diligently
all through the sky.
Little Woodstock sat up
upon Snoopy’s belly
to look up at the sky
like it was scenic telly.
He watched and dreamed
of a fantastic place
where Snoopy and him
could fly off in space.
But this is just a painting
of somebody’s dream
Snoopy and Woodstock
found in the scene.
They lie on the doghouse
of fantasy red
to dream about a place
that now is their bed.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 8,  2017

for Jan 7,  2017

Now is a moment
that you might one day forget
to repeat later.

Within a heartbeat
holds the hope for the future
if love guides the way.

Yes might not mean yes
as ones answer might be seen
as but only no.

Life is a doorway
that opens up and closes
with choices through time.

Midmorning shadows
display their own emotions
as moments fly by.

The moon and the stars
create the stories in life
that become our dreams.

Love as a flower
becomes petals of beauty
if it is nourished.

Beyond horizons
are the surprises of life
that await our sight.

Within a snowflake
is a snowman yet to live
as others gather.

A breath yet to breathe
is a choice we’ve yet chosen
for our tomorrows.

The stars that twinkle
speak of stories of Heaven
with infinite skies.

Sunshine of winter
is a persons perception
of how they perceive.

Summertime’s grasses
go into hibernation
as winter arrives.

Wisdom of a bee
is but only its instincts
to do what it does.

Life as a window
is that of which ones look through,
but do not see you.

The storms of troubles
are often fueled by actions
of you and others.

A drummer that drums
can create his own rhythm
by looking inside.

Various people
are benefactors of hope
and others of greed.

All the sights and sounds
that we hear and see each day
are just part of life.

One that’s arrogant
thinks too highly of themselves
and friendship is none.

Hills that are too steep
will cause us to slide back down,
so take heed your climb.

Before and after
are the details of our lives
that ones remember.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 7,  2017

Our Newest book
Pearce’s Poetry Pictures
and if you are not in the USA
you can buy it here at Amazon
My wife Judy’s Poetry books 🙂
Ben Geurts Drawing Art site
and Old Fashioned Christmas site
My Animal’s Greetings site below
One of my friends sites below
and once again the poetry contest at
Me on YouTube
Your frosty friend Bill 🙂


Hello my friends

It’s been a wild passed year.  So many
things have happened,  but for the most
part it wasn’t all that bad.  Yesterday was
a bad day though.  Judy’s younger brother
Ricky had a heart attack and now he’s in
the Bangor hospital in ICU.  He isn’t doing
well at all.  Judy was going to go down to
be with him last night,  but it was snowing
pretty good.  It didn’t stop snowing until
around 10 or 11 this morning.  Judy has
headed down to Bangor now to check on
Ricky and be with him.  The boys and me
are going to spend the day together,  being
it wouldn’t of been a good idea to go and
bring them,  because Judy might stay over
night.  Anyways,  Judy promised me she’d
call and keep me informed how he’s doing
and all.  I took the boys outside for a bit
of a roll in the snow.  I took a few pictures
of them and then brought out my camera
tripod and got a couple of selfies of me
and them together in the snow.  We’re
making the best of it.  Judy just sent me
a Facebook message saying Ricky is in
worse shape today.  Yesterday his kidneys
were shutting down.  What a way to start
off the new year.  We’ve been expecting
it though.  Anyways,  on to another topic.
I had to let the boys out a minute ago LOL.
They were both wanting to go outside and
potty and play in the snow and I’m sensing
more playing in the snow.  Benny loves to
climb snow mounds and sit on top.  King
of the hill I guess he feels like hehehehe.
Rocky just bounces around having fun.
I might need to check to see if they are
ready to come back in,  so I’ll be back in
a minute.  I’m back.  They were waiting
at the front door 🙂  I just called my mom
up to tell her the news on Ricky.  Judy
just posted a message that she thinks she
may have to spend the night at the hospital.
I hope not,  but it’s in God’s Hands.  I’m
sure whatever happens will be what that
is supposed to happen.  LOL Rocky is
right behind me wanting me to play with
him.  If I play with him every time he wants
me to,  I’ll never get this journal finished 🙂
Now he’s lying down right under me.  He’s
worried about Mom/Judy.  Benny is in the
living room watching the front door.  They
both know something’s wrong.  I might go
outside with them and  play with them after
I finish this.  Of course it’ll be dark then,
but that’s what our outside solar sensor
motion detection lights are for LOL.  Yep,
they come in handy.    LOL when the boys
are out and I don’t see them at the front
door I’ll call them and watch the sensor
lights come on one at time as they pass
by them headed for the front door LOL.
It amazes us how well behaved these two
boys are.  Milo our RIP beloved was also
very well behaved.  We see a lot of Milo
in Rocky.  Of course a Shih Tzu is closely
related to a Lhasa Apso and Milo was a
Lhasa Apso and Rocky is a Shih Tzu 🙂
Life at the Pearce’s Place continues on.
There’s not much that has gone on other
than of course the obvious.  Other wise
I’m still doing my picture poems and Judy
is still painting.  The boys are still ornery
as ever LOL.  Right now they’re both in
the living room watching the front door in
hopes of seeing mom/Judy come home 🙂
But,  from the way things are looking,  it
doesn’t look like she’ll be coming home
tonight.  So,  it looks like it’s gonna be a
quiet night tonight.  There’s not much on
TV worth watching other than maybe a few
game shows such as Family Feud LOL.
I might just work on some picture poems.
Well,  as you can tell our New Year has
begun at a wobbly pace.  Our driver side
car door handle broke again just like it did
last winter LOL.  The inside door handle
works fine,  it’s just the outer door handle
that will not work.  Now once again we’ve
gotta open the door from the passenger
side and reach over and open the driver
side door LOL.  Hopefully we can afford
to get it fixed this week,  AGAIN.  That’s
life,  if there were never any problems
then we would overlook the good times.
God has been good to us and for that I
am grateful.   So I reckon it’s time for me
to begin my journey back through all that
I have written here to see if I can find a
good word or phrase that I can use for
the title for today’s brand new poem 🙂
So,  it’s away I go to that place of my
recollection that I always like to call
RECOLLECT VILLE.  I think I  may
have found a decent title not too far
back in my rambling.  Now to see if I
can do anything with it.  Here goes…

Hopes Of Seeing

A timeless place
with memories
becomes the face
of deep blue seas.
All the moments
we remember
we hope to see
a burning ember.
Yet, some moments
lose their stride
as the minutes
are applied.
But some echoes
times record
become a ship
to climb aboard.
Hopes of seeing
distant days
timeless scenes
another phase.
Often pathways
that we view
are not what
we needed do.
So God gives
another door
a moments time
to then explore.
Heartbeats beating
then and there
hopes of seeing
timeless prayer.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 1,  2017

Well,  there ya go.  I hope the poem made
at least a little sense to you.  Also I hope my
rambling didn’t bore ya too much.  Hopefully
there are not too many typos in this.  Judy
isn’t here to help me read through it.  I can’t
think of much else to tell you.  I’ve told you
about all I can think of that anybody would
want to hear about LOL.  I guess it’s time
now for me to be telling you what I tell you
almost every week and that is,  I wrote some
more poems and haiku.  Yeppers I wrote 10
more poems with an added 2 due to yea ole
picture poems.  I also wrote a New Years
phrase that I also made into a picture poem.
There are 4 Christmas poems out of all of
that which ups the count of poems to 12
or 13 if ya wanna count the phrase hehehe.
Also I wrote once again 22 haiku for all
of the haiku lovers out there.  I hope you
can find at least 1 or 2 of either or both
that you like.  Now I believe it’s time for
me to try to find that ornery off switch,
but not before I wish you all a wonderful
week and a Happy New Year.  Remember,
Jesus loves you and we do too.  Now to
find that dad gum poor at hiding off switch.
LOL,  you’ve gotta be kidding.  You’ve
had TWO weeks to look for a good hiding
spot being I didn’t look for ya last week
because of Christmas.  Once again,  you
have hidden behind my respirator that
I use  quite often,  not to mention it’s
a tad smaller than you.   I can see you 🙂
Gotcha,  see ya CLICK zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

God bless from Bill,  Judy,  Benny,  Rocky
and the spirit of Milo Pearce

P.S  A link to our brand new book
Pearce’s Poetry Pictures
is at the end of the journal along
with all of the others.  Enjoy 🙂

Now it’s on with the poems and haiku
10+2+1 phrase and 22 hehehehehe 🙂

A Christmas Drive

One winter’s day
that I remember
we took a drive
amidst December.
A Christmas drive
for us to see
the sights around
God given free.
Bridges crossed
and scenes arose
a Christmas drive
a scenic road.
With snow perceived
at every sight
the minutes gave
a view of white.
The blessings grew
as wheels went round
a Christmas drive
of sight and sound.
We sung to songs
on the radio
as time went on
in Christmas snow.
Many minutes
would surely pass
as we drove on,
but not too fast.
Each little view
would come alive
with wondrous things
a Christmas drive.

©By Bill Pearce
Dec 25,  2016

Bridge Of Winter

Lasting memories
found in my frame
display the moments
I remember by name.
That bridge of winter
with Christmas lights
displayed in seasons
of coldest nights.
We often see it
as a moment in time
a scene remembered
of a Christmas sign.
The bridge of winter
is a timeless view
painted with snow
as a river runs through.
Some cold icy waters
are found down below
the bridge of winter
all covered with snow.
Time is a doorway
to seasons to come
as the bridge of winter
sees each setting sun.
Momentous stages
of Christmas divine
are a bridge of winter
to a wondrous design.

©By Bill Pearce
Dec 26,  2016

Without Moving

Standing watching
never moving
often leaves ones
always losing.
Time will tick on
never fear
without moving
from yesteryear.
Yet our actions
dusk to dawn
display shadows
then and gone.
So just standing
watching life,
you might also
fill with strife.
Without moving
not even trying
you might just be
daily dying.

©By Bill Pearce
Dec 29,  2016

A Place To Eat

Blinding sunshine
snow of white
hinders vision
such a sight.
Searching truly
place and time
a place to eat
that we can find.
A scenic drive
to many places
a moments time
with smiling faces.
We drive on
while seeking true
a place to eat
to come in view.
Then a glimpse of
something’s seen
a place to eat
that’s all agleam.
Snowy walkways
to find a seat
within the walls
a place to eat.

©By Bill Pearce
Dec 29,  2016

Autumn’s Journey

With color schemes
of orange and brown
and more colors
as we look around.
The door of autumn
opens real wide
for a journey seen
on an autumn drive.
It tells a story
with words to see
the painted colors
God’s given free.
Autumn’s journey
is a great design
for ones to seek
and ones to find.
It is but a page
of momentous views
sometimes as greens,
sometimes as blues.
Autumns journey
is a wondrous thing
found in amazement
colors that sing.

©By Bill Pearce
Dec 29,  2016

Another Turn

With winter’s while
comes snow to see
another turn
a slight degree.
A seasons play
on stage to find
a certain scene
of Christmas time.
Another turn
displays a style
where time becomes
a moment’s mile.
Connected paths
to then and there
another turn
displays its flair.
A pinkish scene
with awesome hue
is seen within
the sky of blue.
Time becomes
a moments ride
another turn
to coincide.

©By Bill Pearce
Dec 29,  2016

Two Boys In The Snow

As the snow falls
our four legged boys
play with the snowflakes
just like they are toys.
They love to roll around
in white snow so deep
and when they get tired
go inside to sleep.
Two boys in the snow
are brothers so true,
yet of different breeds
but love is true blue.
They head out to play
when snow’s falling down
and they run side by side
as they bounce all around.
They get so excited
when I come out to play
that they jump joyfully
in nighttime or day.
The snow is their calling
as they run to and fro
our four legged friends
two boys in the snow.

©By Bill Pearce
Dec 29,  2016

Wintertime Fun

Snowflakes falling
as children sing
displays a picture,
an ice skating ring.
A frozen pond
with ice so thick
that children will play
with a hockey stick.
Some will fall down
as others will play
wintertime fun
in a wintertime way.
A snowman waves
with sticks as arms
and a fat snow belly
with wintertime charms.
The day finds end
as day turns to night
while wintertime fun
seeks for new daylight.

©By Bill Pearce
Dec 29,  2016

Christmas Nights

Through the darkness
lights portray
seasons glimmers
Christmas day.
Lights with colors
a wonderful scene
Christmas nights,
red,  blue and green.
In the shadows
there might be found
a manger scene,
snow falling down.
Those great times
of seasonal days
become the essence
of glorious ways.
Jesus as a baby
in an animal stall
Christmas nights
for us one and all.

©By Bill Pearce
Dec 30,  2016

Midnight Moonlight

A starry night
as a river flows
displays a picture
the moon bestows.
A snowy time
with trees of green
midnight moonlight
such a scene.
A painted moment
brushstrokes find
a midnight sight
an awesome time.
The river seems
to flow out of sight
amidst the time
midnight moonlight.

©By Bill Pearce
Dec 30,  2016

Winter Fisher

A bird of blue
and orangish hue
is painted in
a dream come true.
A winter fisher
king of a name
displays a story
that times attain.
A bird of feathers
is in a scene
a kingfisher found
awaiting spring.
But now he’s painted
a moment in time
a winter fisher
a scenes design.
Watching snowflakes
fall on his face
the winter fisher
must then embrace.
The scenes he sees
a dreaming wisher
the bird of blue
is the winter fisher.

©By Bill Pearce
Dec 30,  2016

Cold Winter’s Night

A distant farm
with some small homes
is found displayed
where deer will roam.
A scenic sky
a painted dream
a snow filled bank
and rushing stream.
A cold winter’s night
is surely exposed
as a wonderful scene
the painter proposed.
Created with paint,
but thought intertwined
a cold winter’s night
the painter designed.
Scenes of moonlight
and twinkling stars
are often confused
for Venus and Mars.
A cold winter’s night
becomes such a place
found by the painter
a time to embrace.

©By Bill Pearce
Dec 30,  2016

Happy New Year

A person that thinks they are nobody
is somebody just like in the middle of
nowhere is somewhere.  It all has a place
and a personal experience.  It’s just how
we view them.  So,  we are all somebody
and we are always somewhere.

Make the new year a time where you are
a better person located in a better place.

©By Bill Pearce
Dec 31,  2016

for Dec 31,  2016

Beyond a moment
lives many expectations
that might be a dream.

Zest of a morning
can encounter some speed bumps
and breed much despair.

The future will live
no matter if we screw up,
but it might be bad.

Roots of a flower
drink the Earth from down below
and holds fast to change.

Living in a moment
might challenge reality,
for moments will pass.

Time is a threshold
to cross or yet not to cross,
for the choice is ours.

Nearing a tunnel
a light might be clearly seen
that looks like the past.

Scenes of arrival
might be a moments despair
for unwanted things.

The life of a rose
begins with a mere  seedling
and death spreads its seeds.

Within a second
holds many thoughts encountered
to move or stand still.

Inside a heartbeat
lives the emotions of life
as hopes beginnings.

Challenging people
could become your kryptonite
for they might be strong.

Inside the minds eye
lives the things we cannot see,
but yet they exist.

Purpose for pleasure
often becomes only lies
and pleasure is lost.

Staring at the sky
watching starlight to twinkle
will put ones to sleep.

Our life’s momentum
is controlled by emotions
that often turn gray.

Wintertime’s journey
is a pathway through Christmas
that ones dream of white.

Solitude’s memoir
lives as a purposeful time
that many find true.

Various people
become who they’re meant to be
and others just thrive.

Points of a turnstile
might become places to leave,
to return no more.

The essence of love
is a glimmer of hopeful
that lives within us.

Repeating a lie
without checking for its truth
will make you the liar.

©By Bill Pearce
Dec 31,  2016

Our Newest book
Pearce’s Poetry Pictures
and if you are not in the USA
you can buy it here at Amazon
My wife Judy’s Poetry books 🙂
Ben Geurts Drawing Art site
and Old Fashioned Christmas site
My Animal’s Greetings site below
One of my friends sites below
and once again the poetry contest at
Me on YouTube
Your frosty friend Bill 🙂


Hello my friends
& Merry Christmas

I hope you’re having a great day.  Judy and
I are enjoying our time together as the snow
falls from the sky.  Of course at the moment
she is over at her daughters house, but she
should be home soon.  It’s snowing and I took
the boys outside for a romp in the snow. They
love to play in the snow.  Benny loves to climb
the snow mounds and at like king of the hill 🙂
It’s the simple things that make us happy.  We
don’t have much,  but we have each other and
that’s worth more than any store bought gift
that could be bought.  I know many of you are
alone for the holidays,  but always remember
that God is always with you.  Judy and I will
always be with you in heart.  Love knows no
distance.  It travels far beyond perspective.
It’s still snowing outside and the snowplows
just went down the road.  Benny is barking in
the living room which leads me to believe that
Judy might be home.  Yep,  she just drove up.
Her daughters gave us a big box of breakfast
stuff.  Judy’s glasses came in the mail,  but
it seems they got our prescriptions mixed up
and they used my prescription which doesn’t
help her and I can’t use them being I didn’t
need readers.  Judy and I both bought  some
PC glasses to help us see our PC monitors.
I looks like when I receive mine,  they will
more than likely have used her prescription.
If that don’t beat all LOL.  Oh well,  I guess
we will have to return them and have them
redo the order or give us our money back.
But for now,  we will survive.  We’re going
to watch some Christmas movies tonight
and enjoy the evening together with the boys.
So I think I’m going to do this journal a little
differently than I normally do.  I’m gonna
just bid you all a very merry Christmas and
a happy New Year.  I’ve written 14 poems
this week and guess what?  They are all
Christmas poems.  Nope,  I didn’t write any
haiku this week 🙂  I’ll start it up back on
the norm next year LOL.  May you find
many blessings Christmas with stockings
full of joy.  Peace and God bless to you all.

God bless from Bill,  Judy,  Benny,  Rocky
and the spirit of Milo Pearce

P.S  A link to our brand new book
Pearce’s Poetry Pictures
is at the end of the journal along
with all of the others.  Enjoy 🙂

Now it’s on with the poems and haiku
10+4 and hehehehehehehehehehe 🙂

Christmas Tree Farm

On a snowy white day
with a driver of snow
two dogs in the back
were ready to roll.
The snowman driver
was then on his way
to a Christmas tree farm
on this wonderful day.
They parked in front
as they headed inside
the snowman and dogs
to find what’s supplied.
They found them a tree
that they all agreed upon
and they loaded it up
and away they were gone.
The Christmas tree owner
gave a smile so sincere
as he said merry Christmas
I’ll see you next year.

©By Bill Pearce
Dec 19,  2016

A Simple Flake

As the season
grabs hold tightly
winters portions
are seen nightly.
Some but only
see the scenes
Christmas stories
filled with dreams.
Yet so many
see the snow
flakes of white
that grow and grow.
A simple flake
from cloudy skies
becomes Christmas
as it flies.
Down to Earth
to land in place
on the ground
or someone’s face.
The essence of
what all we find
does not create
A simple flake
is just of snow
a whitish hue
for wind to blow.
Christmas scenes
are great to see,
but they’re just
a small degree.
For Christmas is
much more than this
Santa Claus
and his large list.
It’s about Jesus
no mistake,
so much more
than a simple flake.

©By Bill Pearce
Dec 21,  2016

Without A Prayer

Many people
stop and stare
without praying,
without care.
Some but only
watch and grin
as ones barely
can begin.
Many Scrooges
without passion
display shadows
heartless fashion.
Without a prayer
so many say
money is the
only way.
Christmas is
a time of year
to give of love
and be sincere.
Not just giving
to walk away,
but giving love
from day to day.
Don’t leave ones
without a prayer.
Pray for them
and show you care.

©By Bill Pearce
Dec 21,  2016

Another Place

Within our thoughts
of Christmas cheer
and another place
another year,
there might live
a fantasy
a wondrous place
we wish to see.
Within our dreams
we might display
another place
another day.
Christmas stockings
on the mantle sill
waiting for Santa
to come and fill.
Another place
another time
becomes memoirs
Christmas rhyme.
Children’s stories
to take to sleep
another place
for love to keep.
Seasons doorways
give a view
another place
for me and you.
Dreams of peace
and love and joy
with each child
a little toy.
Another place
for ones to find
seasons greetings

©By Bill Pearce
Dec 21,  2016

Snow Of Christmas

Wondrous pictures
many find
sometimes only
in their mind.
Snow of Christmas
sought to see
living in
their memory.
Wondrous portions
many seek
Christmas mornings
skies to speak.
Snowflakes falling
such a sight
Christmas blessings
painted white.
Snow of Christmas
many find
then and after
time to time.
Yet it’s only
just a scene
snow of Christmas
seasons dream.

©By Bill Pearce
Dec 21,  2016

Motel Christmas

A cold snowy road
down a long journey’s mile
displays a great moment
in a Christmassy style.
A motel is awaiting
for a seasonal time
Christmas in essence
in a snowy design.
Snow filled walkways
to a nearby diner
that seems to be made
by a Christmas designer.
With a clear blue sky
after a long nights snow
the motel Christmas
awaits with a glow.
The evening beckons
for travelers minds
to come in and stay
if they’re so inclined.
Motel Christmas
is a place ones can stay
to come and enjoy
the soon Christmas Day.

©By Bill Pearce
Dec 21,  2016

A Winter’s Drive

Amidst the winter
a winding road
displays a journey
a snowy abode.
Home for a moment
as seconds tic on
a winter’s drive
of time thereupon.
Singing some songs
some Christmassy tunes
on a winter’s drive
that’s on passed noon.
Seasonal stories
unleash their display
on a winter’s drive
in their magical way.
Evergreens standing
awaiting their cue
to be filled with snow
to create a new view.
The scene then becomes
a moment alive
while we’re amidst
a winter’s drive.

©By Bill Pearce
Dec 21,  2016

Christmas Candles

Painted candles
seem to burn
Christmas gleaming
to discern.
Seeming scented
they become
Christmas candles
of God’s Son.
A painted picture
comes alive
bringing essence
to survive.
Shining brightly
through the hours
Christmas candles
in some flowers.
Minutes finding
flavored scenes
Christmas candles
as they gleam.
Painted with a
hands desire
Christmas candles
shine as fire.

©By Bill Pearce
Dec 21,  2016

Painted Santa

A Santa scene
a painted style
is with Santa
and his smile.
A Painted Santa
of red and white
is displayed as
a wonderful sight.
His eyes gazing
bright to see
the good and bad
in you and me.
A Painted Santa
smiles so great
Christmas dreams
of time and date.
He’s a painting
painted true
of Santa Claus
for us to view.
Painted Santa
says with glee
Merry Christmas
to you and me.

©By Bill Pearce
Dec 21,  2016

Home For Christmas

A season’s settings
of a timeless stage
begins with a moment
of a Christmassy page.
Turned as a story
that’s written in time.
Home for Christmas
is a season divine.
It might be a painting
a Christmassy theme
lights all twinkling
red,  blue and green.
Home for Christmas
is a sight many view
two dogs on a porch as
Christmas comes true.
Some cardinals sitting
perched on a fence
making as a picture
of Christmas intense.
Home for Christmas
is something to find
painted as a dream
of this wonderful time.

©By Bill Pearce
Dec 21,  2016

Days Of Change

Years have passed
and things have turned
lifestyles differently
found discerned.
Seasons settings
change their glance
leaving many
in a trance.
Days of change
are written true
in our seasons
Christmas view.
Years have passed
and life has changed
winters now
are rearranged.
Doorways changing
each day through
with the seasons
Christmas hue.
Days of change
from Christmas past
displays now
its shadows cast.

©By Bill Pearce
Dec 22,  2016

Two Christmas Dogs

Two boys of Christmas
with hearts of pure gold
sleep now together
as this story is told.
White snow of Christmas
is where that they play
two Christmas dogs
in a loving array.
They bounce around joyful
in mounds of white snow
and run around together
in here to and fro.
Yet now they’re sleeping
together in peace
to rest up for another
most joyful release.
To run around playing
together in stride
either out in the snow
or right here inside.
The two Christmas dogs
now sleep close together
but soon they’ll be bouncing
in their Christmas sweaters.

©By Bill Pearce
Dec 22,  2016

Christmas Moose

Sighted surely
painted free
there’s a moose
that I can see.
A Christmas moose
of painted times
seeks the night for
Santa signs.
He’s so watchful
under the moon
while he hums
a Christmas tune.
There are presents
under the tree
that he guards
for you and me.
He seeks Santa
in the night
underneath the
bright moonlight.
With his antlers
like radar
Christmas moose
seeks near and far.

©By Bill Pearce
Dec 22,  2016

Yuletide Greetings

Season’s sunshine
timeless fashion
brings forth blessings
filled with passion.
Yuletide greetings
ones will say
sharing joyful
Christmas Day.
Some see Santa
in their dreams
while so many
want for things.
Different people
different styles
with their different
ways and whiles.
Yuletide greetings
might seem cold,
but they are
from days of old.
Lives of many
counted true
still wish joy
to me and you.

©By Bill Pearce
Dec 23,  2016

Our Newest book
Pearce’s Poetry Pictures
and if you are not in the USA
you can buy it here at Amazon
My wife Judy’s Poetry books 🙂
Ben Geurts Drawing Art site
and Old Fashioned Christmas site
My Animal’s Greetings site below
One of my friends sites below
and once again the poetry contest at
Me on YouTube
Your frosty friend Bill 🙂


Hello my friends

It’s been a messy week these passed few
days.  The weather has been bouncing all
over the place LOL.  We got some more
snow Friday and Saturday.  Today though
we got rain.  It got up to around 37 degrees
and melted off some of the snow.  Judy’s
doing well.  We had our grandson with us
for the weekend.  Christian always loves to
come and hang with grandma and grandpa.
We enjoy having him.  Judy just got back
from meeting her daughter Helena in town
to drop Christian off.  She said the roads
are clear.  Of course the county crew have
been busy plowing and salting and dirting
the roads so I was fairly sure they were
driveable.  Judy’s gotta get to bed early
tonight,  being she has an early doctors
appointment in the morning.  We’re still
fending with that add on to our home 🙁
It’s nothing but a pain in the butt.  We’re
doing the best we can to make do with it
until our landlord can do something about
it.  It’s a freaking nightmare as it stands.
Oh well,  life goes on.  Next topic.  Well,
it looks as though tomorrow (Monday)
we’ll have a high of 6 F degrees which is
more like it should be.  Right now it’s 27
degrees and supposed to be -1 F degrees
by morning.  LOL the temperature went
from a high of 37 F today to a high of
6 F for tomorrow.  Talk about a weather
variation hehehe.  Hopefully the rest of
the week makes up its freaking mind LOL.
Judy and I have been busy making more
poetry pictures for volume 2 of our book.
I’ve already got 96 picture poems hehehe.
Judy’s written a few too.  It’s something
that we can do together.  I enjoy writing
poems for our pictures and her paintings.
It’s something that keeps us from going
nuts hehehe.  I took our front door mat
and through it out over the ice that is in
the addition so that Benny would go out
and go potty LOL.  He didn’t want to get
his feet wet.  Rocky had no problem with
it Hahaha.  Anyways,  Benny just walked
around the mat and in the water/ice to get
inside.  He is weird LOL.  There is just no
pleasing him hehehe.  Oh well,  hopefully
we will survive till springtime when Calvin
our landlord can finally get this addition
finished.  I do though have a clue that he
will have to put down a new floor in it and
ceiling.  If we can just survive till then 🙂
I guess it could always be worse.  At least
we have heat and food to eat with a roof
over our head.  There are many that don’t
have that.  So we’re thankful for what we
have.  We have each other and we have
our boys.  Benny and Rocky keep us
entertained LOL.  I cannot believe how
many picture poems I have done.  It seems
like writing poems for pictures has put a
fire under my thoughts and started them
to cooking.  LOL I know,  it’s not like I’ve
not written a lot of poems before I began
doing picture poems hehehe.  I guess the
fact is I enjoy writing picture poems.  The
pictures help me to open more doors to
my old thinker 🙂  I did manage to take
a few pictures this passed week.  So my
stationery will have a few views of  our
frozen world up here.  Christian went with
me Saturday to walk out and check the
mail and I got a few pictures of us hehehe.
Benny and Rocky were good little boys
and waited at the end of the driveway for
us to return back to the house.  They
wanted to come with us,  but I told them
no and they just sat and waited for us 🙂
Friday I went out to check the mail and
took a little video of my there and back
stroll hehehe.  Anyways,  It’s a winter
white world up here.  Expecting more
snow Thursday,  but then that can change
at the drop of a hat.  So,  for all of you
out there that wear hats,  quit dropping
them.  It makes the weather change and
what we were prepared for gets changed.
LOL It could change Thursdays snow
to Mondays snow and so on and so on 🙂
So,  snug those hats down will ya hehehe.
LOL I’m just being silly.  I think being
silly helps us to deal with life when it gets
out of hand,  but always remember,  the
silliness has a place and time that it is
to exist and then seriousness must be
paid forward.  Judy thinks there are a
few times that I should lighten up,  but
then other times she wishes I would take
a sleeper pill LOL.  I do worry about
finances and many other things.  I have
been called a worry wart by my parents.
I try to let God have it,  but my dear
old humanity always seems to step in
and worry.  I know God will not allow
anything in our lives that we cannot
handle,  but I am human hehehe.  God
knows me and knows how I am.  He
is always with me in conversation as I
am always talking to Him and listening
and looking for His responses.  Many
times His response is to wait till the
time is right or not to do anything due
to my want is not a need and it would
just cause me more problems.  Don’t
become angry if you feel your prayers
have not been answered.  Maybe they
have been answered with a simple NO,
for what we are praying for is not what
should be.  Now I believe it’s time for
me to be looking back over all that I’ve
written to see if I can find a good word
or phrase that I can use for the title of
today’s brand new poem.  So it’s away
I go to that place of my recollection
that I always like to call RECOLLECT
VILLE.   I think I may have found a
fairly decent title about a 3rd of a way
back through my rambling 🙂  Now to
see if I can do anything with it.  Here
goes nothing…..

Expecting More

Winter’s breeze
displays it’s breath
a certain scene
from more to less.
It shows its way
as winter’s door
with a few then
expecting more.
Then there are ones
that wish for spring
the less of winter
with birds to sing.
Expecting more
from each days stride
will often show
the truth inside.
The minutes pass
with each new day
while time relies
on God’s Own way.
He has the seconds
and hours in hand
and knows what to do
with woman and man
So let the moments
within today’s door
be of God’s choices
not expecting more.

©By Bill Pearce
Dec 18,  2016

There ya go 🙂  I hope you understood the
poem and maybe even liked it.  Also I hope
you enjoyed my rambling or at least liked
it a bit LOL.  If you didn’t then,  Oh well.
Life goes on.  I reckon there will be many
articles of mine that might not agree with
you hehehe.  We each have our different
strides in life and what you like one day
might not fill the bill on another day LOL.
So,  I wonder,  is there anything that I’ve
forgotten to tell you?  Hmm,  I don’t think
I have left out anything and if I have,  It
might make it into next weeks journal 🙂
One thing though I want to remind you
is to share with your friends and family
about our new book Pearce’s Poetry
Pictures.  We would sure like to sell a
few more books.  I’m sure you will love
it.  It has over 150 picture poems in it
that Judy and I have done.  So OK,  now
I believe it’s time for me to be telling
you what I tell you almost every week
and that is,  I wrote some more poems
and haiku.  Yeppers,  10 more poems
with 8 Christmas poems.  But as I’ve
done quite often lately,  I wrote a few
more poems.  4 more to be exact hehehe.
So that ups the poem count to 14 and
yes I once again wrote 22 haiku for all
of the haiku lovers out there.  I hope
you can find 1 or 2 of either or both
that you like.  Now it’s come to that time
that I must begin searching for that not
so great at hiding off switch,  but not
before I wish you a most wonderful week.
Remember,  Jesus loves you and we do
too.  Okie dokie,  now where’s that ornery
off switch hiding this week?  Searching
the room!!!!!  Hmmmmm.  I think I can
see something that seems out of place
just a tad.  Yeppers,  that silly switch
was trying to blend in with my camera
cards LOL.  I mean,  it’s not even flat.
Gotcha,  see ya CLICK zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

God bless from Bill,  Judy,  Benny,  Rocky
and the spirit of Milo Pearce

P.S  A link to our brand new book
Pearce’s Poetry Pictures
is at the end of the journal along
with all of the others.  Enjoy 🙂

Now it’s on with the poems and haiku
10+4 and 22 hehehehehehehehehehe 🙂

A Minute Gained

Time’s a number
then a phase
counted moments
in the days.
A minute becomes
ticking wonders
seconds deployed
scenic sunders.
Fragments found
as time ticks on
a minute gained
will soon be gone.
Many portions
of our days
find our shadows
in weird ways.
Some as echoes,
some as chimes
a minute gained
turns into rhymes.
Rhythmic patterns
come and go
a minute gained
how moments flow.
Time is counted
life attained,
sometimes only
a minute gained.

©By Bill Pearce
Dec 13,  2016

Distant Treasures

Seasons greetings
distant days
still remind of
distant ways.
Distant treasures
time recalls
are with toys
and bouncing balls.
Christmas mornings
come in sight
distant scenes
each Christmas light.
Time’s a doorway
counted true
distant treasures
come in view.
What’s remembered
turns a page
distant treasures
age to age.
Each with memoirs
timeless dreams
distant treasures
painted scenes.

©By Bill Pearce
Dec 14,  2016

A Santa Smile

Found in a painting
is a scene great to see
with Frosty and Santa
by a large Christmas tree.
A cardinal and birdhouse
is there in the snow
along with candy canes
red striped to show.
With a Santa smile
in a Christmassy way
time is but a moment
a painted display
Santa is smiling
with red cheeks aglow
some holiday cheer
and a HoHoHo.

©By Bill Pearce
Dec 14,  2016

Christmas Cardinals

Within a time
there is a scene
Christmas cardinals
winter’s gleam.
Male and female
perched in time
in a painted
scenes design.
With their colors
red to gaze
painted in the
Christmas days.

©By Bill Pearce
Dec 14,  2016

A Little Ride

With some strokes
of painted days
there are two dogs
in windows gaze.
A little ride
to town and back
a painted scene
with tree intact.
Upon the car
a Christmas view
brings them joy
with there and to.
Within a while
of snow of white
a scene of bliss
is in their sight.
A little ride
becomes their joy
more than any
doggy toy.
They are watching
time fly by
snowflakes falling
from the sky.
Benny and Rocky
watch and wait
the ride to end
with true elate.
A moment’s time
uncovers veils
our home seen
with wagging tails.

©By Bill Pearce
Dec 14,  2016

The Color Of Love

Life is but a glance
that many will see
and not look beyond
what truly can be.
The color of love
is a texture and style
painted with hearts
and a joyful smile.
Time is just a gaze
with minutes that pass
disbursing the views
that many look past.
The color of love
is a tinted array
painted with passion
in a various way.
Some are the painters
with all that they do
and others are painters
of lives really blue.
Be a true painter
of passionate smiles
the color of love
with hope that compiles.

©By Bill Pearce
Dec 14,  2016

One Christmas Day

One magical day
in the snow of white
there was a scene
a wonderful sight.
Beside a tree
was Santa’s sleigh
seen in the snow
one Christmas day.
Some deer were lost
and found themselves
real near the house
of Santa’s elves.
One Christmas day
this sight was found
Cardinals landing
upon the ground.
With some deer
in this display
was found the joy
one Christmas day.
The time was magic
as it was shared
one Christmas day
that none compared.

©By Bill Pearce
Dec 14,  2016

Santa’s Tree

One winter’s night
old Santa sought
a Christmas tree
that’s not store bought.
He went out seeking
walking afoot
in suit of purple,
covered with soot.
He found a tree
that fit his style
and carried it home
with a little smile.
There was a laugh
that many heard
a HoHoHo
his joy inferred.
Within the moonlight
I could see
the sight of Santa
and Santa’s tree.

©By Bill Pearce
Dec 14,  2016

A Cloudy Day

A summers day
with ocean near
has some seagulls
I can hear.
A cloudy day
with ships to sail
turns to sights
of great detail.
The ocean view,
a distant scene
with some islands
in between.
A cloudy day
brings forth a view
a summers day
with ocean blue.
Yet it’s now
a picture show
with some ships
where waters flow.
A cloudy day
becomes much more
taking pictures
from the shore.

©By Bill Pearce
Dec 14,  2016

Blindly Stepping

With our actions day to day
our steps might be in air
stepping in a place and time
that we are unaware.
Blindly stepping in a void
to and from our stride
often finding many problems
that we cannot hide.
Yet so many people stepping
will not ever try
to let Jesus guide their steps
within their by and by.
Then within their day and age
their future will display
how their twisted lives of now
are found from day to day.
Blindly stepping without faith
can lead you to a hole
that of which old Satan dug
to surely steal your soul.
So let Jesus guide your path
when choices are to make
then all your blindly stepping
will be no mistake.

©By Bill Pearce
Dec 14,  2016

Amidst The Winter

When while driving
winters days
I saw some cattle
in my gaze.
They were standing
in the snow
watching me then
driving slow.
I stopped my car
and walked a while
taking pictures
times compile.
The cows continued
their own stride
amidst the winter
snows applied.
Yet a few
would stop and stare
time to time
with such a glare,
as if to say
why don’t you enter
and join us
amidst the winter.
Those cattle seemed
a bit absurd
as they mooed
their every word.
I took the hint
and headed home
to leave the cattle
where they roam.

©By Bill Pearce
Dec 14,  2016

Remembering Autumn

On an old country road
on a brisk autumn day
a scene then awakened
in a wonderful way.
Remembering autumn
as a sweet country drive
brings alive moments
that will always survive.
A day with a picture
that is taken to recall
displays the occasion
of the colors of fall.
The season is a blessing
awakened to be seen
remembering autumn
as a wonderful dream.
The colors so brightly
display sights to view
as the day moves on
with it’s wondrous hue.
Leaves of all colors
begin then to fall
remembering autumn
the best time of all.

©By Bill Pearce
Dec 15,  2016

Christmas In The City

A seasonal time frame
of dark city nights
can become such a display
of bright shining lights.
Christmas lights shining
in the smallest of places
Christmas in the city
that a moment embraces.
Maybe just a shadow
of Christmas tree lights
becoming of the essence
of wonderful sights.
The people sound asleep
as the night lights display
Christmas in the city
such a wonderful day.
Christmas morning comes
as children jump for joy
for Santa Claus had come
to bring them each a toy.
Christmas in the city
and the moon shining bright
becomes as a memoir,
a Christmastime night.

©By Bill Pearce
Dec 15,  2016

Christmas Road

This road of winter
passed our home
displays a place
where seasons roam.
A Christmas style
with snow of white
a Christmas road
in mid daylight.
The road has trees
a whitish hue
a seasons scene
for ones to view.
This Christmas road
is a moment in time
that displays stories
that ones can rhyme.
It has a lifestyle
of its very own
this Christmas road
to town and home.
It speaks of journies
seasons will say
this Christmas road
to Christmas Day.

©By Bill Pearce
Dec 17,  2016

for Dec 15,  2016

Without our choices
we become only robots
programmed to do things.

Destiny stands out
as doorways become opened
displaying our pathways.

A minute will pass
leaving many mysteries
found within our minds.

A journey in snow
leaves a trail ones can follow
unless it snows more.

Details of a heart
are rhythms of a moment
that many perceive.

When a flower blooms
it begins the end of life
that begins again.

Mentally challenged
is but only perception
of what ones perceive.

Decisions in life
need much more than just a thought,
they need some action.

Discerning autumn
is a pathway of colors
that falls to the ground.

Lost is ones thinking
when looking in a mirror
seeing just themselves.

Winter is a time
that disperses many themes
with snowflakes an cold.

We are all unique
the same as little pebbles
that create a beach.

A window of life
displays different viewpoints
with ones looking through.

A leaf of autumn
becomes yet another life
falling to the ground.

A morning’s sunshine
is often clouded with rain
but the sun still shines.

Looking for flowers
might find you a bunch of weeds
disguised as flowers.

As the Earth rotates
it continues its journey
to make day and night.

A tree that’s alone
will look larger and taller
than with many trees.

A chartered vessel
sails to its designation,
but sometimes will sink.

Counting your fingers
might leave you without numbers
for counting passed ten.

Today’s tomorrow
might come a bit too early
when we’ve wasted time.

Chance is a time
that often comes with problems
that we should avoid.

©By Bill Pearce
Dec 15,  2016

Our Newest book
Pearce’s Poetry Pictures
and if you are not in the USA
you can buy it here at Amazon
My wife Judy’s Poetry books 🙂
Ben Geurts Drawing Art site
and Old Fashioned Christmas site
My Animal’s Greetings site below
One of my friends sites below
and once again the poetry contest at
Me on YouTube
Your frosty friend Bill 🙂


Hello my friends

I’m getting a slightly late start on today due to
our water being frozen and having to call our dear
landlord to have him come and fix it.  I wasn’t able
to go back to bed when I found the water frozen
at 6:30 AM and I waited till about 9 AM to call him
and tell him about the issue.  Then I had to get my
loving but tired wife up just in case Calvin needed
to come inside.  It took Calvin until about 3 PM to
get the water thawed and running again.  Then we
decided to go back to bed for a bit 🙂  It’s now 5:30
in the afternoon and I fixed Judy and I some much
belated breakfast/brunch.  So I reckon you can tell
that this day did not start off well LOL.  I guess the
same could be said for our landlord being he had to
work on the pipes from the outside connection in
the ice and snow hehehe.  He had to break all of the
ice around the hot water heater door to get it to
open so he could then thaw the pipes and do a bit
of insulating to prevent it from happening again 🙂
Yep,  this day started off a little bumpy,  but it’s
smoothing out gradually.  Judy is starting another
painting.  This weeks challenge is Christmas trees.
Last week they did snowmen 🙂  Her and all of
her family that have joined in the painting group
have all gotten real good.  I guess my heart isn’t
in painting. My heart lies in poetry and music 🙂
It’s 12 F degrees right now at 6 PM.  It’s supposed
to be 5 F by morning and we’re expecting more
snow.  Yep,  we need more snow LOL.  I can’t help
but wonder how people survived before there was
fire LOL.  I guess there was a lot of cuddling back
then and a lot of animals losing their fur for the
sake of the humans.  Hey wait a minute,  isn’t that
still going on?  Times change,  but I reckon some
things will remain the same.  Anyways,  Judy and
I are staying warm.  We spend much of our time
in the PC room where we are right now unless we
are in bed LOL,  then of course we’d be in the
bedroom.  Benny and Rocky are always not too
far from us LOL.  Rocky lies down in the floor
right beside me for a while and then he heads to
the other side of the bed to sleep next to Benny
and of course Judy 🙂  There’s still been nothing
done to the add on of our home.  The water from
the leaky roof has frozen on the floor and there
are icicles hanging everywhere LOL.  I’ve bought
a doggy door and it should be delivered in a few
days.  Then we’ll ask one of our relatives to put
it in for us.  The doggy door is going in the door
of the addition so at least we won’t have to go
out in that room and open that door for the boys
when they need to go outside LOL.  Maybe by
springtime Calvin will get all of the repairs to
the add-on done.  We don’t see it happening in
this weather for sure.  I bought a wet/dry vac,
but I’m fairly sure it won’t vacuum up ice LOL.
It’ll have to wait till spring thaw HaHaHa.  Yep,
our house is in a bit of mess,  but hopefully one
day it will all come together.  If we had the money
we’d pay somebody to finish the add on,  but we
don’t,  so we must wait.  At least it doesn’t affect
our house.  It just makes it rather hard going
outside,  being that our back door is frozen shut.
This is life in the northeastern part of Maine :).
It’s not a life for everyone.  I love the snow,  but
the ice I could do without LOL.  Yep,  it’s nothing
but a pain.  But you have deal with good and the
bad.  It’s that way anywhere you go.  There are
the good and bad things to deal with.  So,  here
we are LOL.  There are many good points about
living up here.  Too many for me to name and
that makes dealing with the bad times not so
hard.  Thankfully the boys love snow.  I will
never forget the first day that Rocky saw the
white stuff falling from the sky.  He glanced
out into the field that was slowly but surely
turning white and he and Benny ran out side
by side bumping against one another as they
played like two brothers could ever play LOL.
Of course I’m sure Milo is always in the back
of Benny’s thoughts,  but he truly loves his
little/not so little brother hehehe.  Yeppers
Rocky is an eating machine.  If there is food
he eats while Benny waits for him to finish
and then he eats.  We’ve stopped giving them
treats as often as we had been. Rocky was
a bit over weight,  but he’s about normal now.
He still eats more than Benny LOL.  Benny
gets what’s left.  It doesn’t matter if I put the
food in two separate pans,  which I do,  Benny
will still wait for Rocky to get done eating
and then eat from the same pan.  Then they
move to the next pan LOL.  They’re healthy
little boys and they love to run and play in
the house,  outside,  or wherever they may
be hehehe.  They’re both lying in their beds
in the floor between Judy and I right now 🙂
I’ve done quite a few more picture poems
for volume 2 of Pearce’s Poetry Pictures.
If you haven’t already bought our book,  I
hope you will think about it.  It has over
150 picture poems in it.  I thank God for
this gift of which He gave me.  It always
amazes me how I can come up with so much
in a short time,  but then God works miracles
with anyone and everyone.  Though quite
often they go unnoticed because we have
tried to blend in with society too much.  Be
who that God intended you to be and use the
gifts He gave you.  Be who you are,  not who
somebody else is.  Even when working at
the same job as another,  your gifts might be
of a different shine.  Let the real you shine
and don’t let critics to hurt you.  There will
always be ones that do not like who we are
for one reason or another.  Now I believe it
is time for me to begin my little journey back
through all that I’ve written here to see if I
can find a good word or phrase that I can use
for the title of today’s brand new poem.  So
it’s away I go to that place of my recollection
that I always like to call RECOLLECT VILLE.
I believe I may have stumbled upon a decent
title just a few lines back.  Now let’s see if
I can write anything worth reading using it 🙂
Here goes!!!!!!


A person,  a portrait,
a life that one leads
might go unnoticed
while they’re planting seeds.
Time is a backyard
to many the same
while ones go unnoticed
at what they attain.
Life is a journey
with footsteps of rhyme
as ones go unnoticed
that step out of time.
Don’t let your footsteps
to lose all their stride
within the unnoticed
that lives deep inside.
Let God to guide you
through timeless array
and don’t be unnoticed
as you smile your way.

©By Bill Pearce
Dec 11,  2016

There ya go hehehe.  I hope that poem made
at least a little bit of sense to you.  Also I hope
that my rambling did not bore ya to tears LOL.
If it did,  then maybe you needed a good cry 🙂
It’s 8 PM now.  I’ve stopped from time to time
to stretch my legs and see how Judy’s painting
is coming along.  It’s coming along quite nicely,
if I don’t say so myself.  It’s 7 F degrees now.
Yeppers,  it’s getting a bit chilly,  but nothing
like what we have dealt with LOL.  I haven’t
done much picture taking,  being that each time
that we’ve gone to town,  it has been dark or
getting that way being it starts getting  dark
around 3:30 PM 🙂  It’s now 3 F degrees LOL.
It dropped a few degrees while I was in the
bathroom a moment ago hehehe. So,  hmm,
have I forgotten to mention anything?  Nope,
nothing except to once again tell you about
our new book.  I hope you will check it out
and maybe even tell your friends about it.
It’s well worth the money.  Pearce’s Poetry
Pictures is available at,  Barns
and Noble as well as a few other book stores.
You might have to ask for it and if they do
not have it in stock,  they can order it for
you.  The link as at the end of the journal 🙂
OK so now it’s time for me to tell you what
I tell you almost every week and that is,  I
wrote some more poems and haiku.  Yep,
10 more poems but once again with a few
extras.  7 to be precise and 9 of the poems
are Christmas poems 🙂  I also wrote once
again 22 haiku for all of the haiku lovers
out there.  I hope you can find 1 or 2 of either
or both that you like.  Now,  I believe it’s time
for me to begin my search for that hardly
elusive off switch,  but not before I wish you
a most wonderful week.  Remember,  Jesus
loves you and we do too.  OK,  so where are
ya hiding this week ya ornery off switch? 🙂
I think I see you peeking out from behind
my crazy eyes that I bought for Halloween.
Yep,  I see ya. You made the left eye to
jerk about just enough for me to see it LOL.
Gotcha,  see ya CLICK zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

God bless from Bill,  Judy,  Benny,  Rocky
and the spirit of Milo Pearce

P.S  A link to our brand new book
Pearce’s Poetry Pictures
is at the end of the journal along
with all of the others.  Enjoy 🙂
P.S. again.  The first poem is a poem
I wrote for my sister Peggy’s birthday.
It was December 6th 🙂

Now it’s on with the poems and haiku
10+7 and 22 hehehehehehehehehehe 🙂

My Big Sister

Time is remembered
within a photograph
me and my big sister
a moment the past.
We went our own ways
as older we grew,
but we are connected
in old and anew.
Lifestyles so different,
yet still of the same,
for we will both always
have our last name.
No matter with changes
and new names to be
I’ll love my big sister
till death comes for me.
You’re now a bit older
than you were yesterday,
but years don’t matter,
we’re both turning gray.
Remember the moments
we saw all the sights
riding with mom and dad
seeing Christmas lights.
Life has a funny way of
connecting each dot
and you my dear sister
I love you a lot
Those memories always
live deep within me,
for you my big sister
are part of history.

©By Bill Pearce
Dec 6,  2016

Winter At The Park

It is but a moment
a segment of time
a scene comes alive
in the eyes of mine.
Winter at the park
in a painted array
becomes a memory
of one certain day.
A time sat alone
as the breezes blew,
snowflakes falling
here thereunto.
Winter at the park
is a seasonal thing
as a few birds then
flutter and sing.
Christmas cardinals
winter at the park
sing to me sweetly
songs of a lark.

©By Bill Pearce
Dec 6,  2016

Peekaboo Snowman

Winter winds display
a snow driven while
with Peekaboo Snowman
and a little snow smile.
Peeking around to see
if a child needs a friend
to play with in the snow
many times and agin.
Peekaboo Snowman
is a Christmastime scene
found after snow falls
as a wintertime theme.
He peeks around corners
seeking ones to play
Christmastime adventures
on a cold snowy day.
Peekaboo Snowman
is a wonderful sight,
Christmastimes blessings
within snow of white.

©By Bill Pearce
Dec 6,  2016

Santa There

He stood so jolly
waiting true
to give a gift
to me and you.
Santa in the
snow of white
with our presents
such a sight.
The moment came
a photograph
one I took
of futures past.
For old Santa
does not age
as he’s always
Christmas page.
A story told
of children’s tales
timeless passion
Christmas dwells.
He’s a teacher
love and care
a Christmas scene
of Santa there.

©By Bill Pearce
Dec 7,  2016

He Came Knocking

We heard a knock
upon our door
the midst of day
whom we adore.
Old Santa Claus
in red and white
asked us out
to see the sight.
His reindeer stood
a sight to see
out in the snow
and harness free.
Old Santa asked
to rest a while
as we looked
and gave a smile.
He came inside
and looked around
to find a place
he could sit down.
He laid his bag
upon the floor
right inside
of our front door.
We spent a while
laughing and talking
the time we found
that he came knocking.

©By Bill Pearce
Dec 7,  2016

A Cold Winter Road

With every snowflake
that falls to the ground
a cold winter road
still leads us to town.
The pavement is icy
as temperatures freeze
displaying stages
of snow on the trees.
A cold winter road
is a seasonal sight
found as a flavor
of Christmas delight.
The sunshine is less
on the wintery days
leaving a night sky
and stars then to gaze.
Yet if it’s cloudy
on wintertime’s mind
there will still be
a wondrous design.
A cold winter road
will unleash such a view
paved within white
as snowflakes accrue.

©By Bill Pearce
Dec 7,  2016

Tomorrow’s Child

With us as the teachers
and them shadows cast
tomorrow’s child surely
can learn from our past.
Time is but a doorway
to open and view
and see all the lessons
times taught me and you.
Yet many people
will just look away
and not see the lessons
that time’s taught today.
Tomorrow’s child needs us
to help them to find
the best for our future
that is their design.
We are all unique
as our differences show
and children of today
need to learn where to go.
The windows of pathways
might seem a bit wild,
but lessons can help our
tomorrow’s child.

©By Bill Pearce
Dec 7,  2016

Three Owls

Found in a picture
a time does display
three owls peeking
out at the day.
Within a tree stump
that one owl designed
is home for the others
with family in mind.
Three owls hooting
singing their song
about all that’s right,
for nothing is wrong.
They have each other
as days come to pass
three owls in a stump
with future to cast.
They’re always gazing
at the ground below
watching and waiting
for time to bestow.
A moment for feeding
will come in a while
three owls together
with a unison smile.
The minutes tick on
while searching to see
a sight or a scene
that is given for free.
God gave them eyes
that are better at night
three owls together
a wonderful sight.

©By Bill Pearce
Dec 7,  2016

Across The Road

A snowy day
displays a view
across the road
of thereunto.
A scene of white
as snowflakes fall
landing on
the trees so tall.
A photograph
of timeless days
is found within
the winters ways.
Across the road
I see a sight
a Christmas scene
in winter’s light.
The fluffy snow
is found so pure
across the road
a scenic tour.
It’ll soon be
a photagraph
across the road
a moment’s past.

©By Bill Pearce
Dec 7,  2016

Morning’s Arrival

Life is a doorway
to open and close
with every moment
a time’s to disclose.
Morning’s arrival
is that of the sun
often with segments
not yet begun.
Seasons enlighten
the views that we see
as morning’s arrival
becomes history.
Nighttime releases
it’s own starry grasp
displaying portions
of its moonlight past.
Yet some awaiting
are found in denial
of what they have done
with mornings arrival.

©By Bill Pearce
Dec 8,  2016

Losing Perspective

Time is a problem
when it goes too fast
and what you’re wanting
is just from the past.
Losing perspective
on minutes you’ve got
could lose everything
and leave you with not.
Sometimes a moment
is all that we need
to tell ones of Jesus
while planting a seed.
Then as the turnstile
of ones come and go
the blessings you seeded
will blossom and grow.
Losing perspective
on who that you are
can be disillusioned
as a moonlight star.
Time is a blessing
that God gives each one
sometimes as seconds
up under the sun.
We have no knowledge
of God’s Holy plan
for our own perspective
is seen by a man.
Let yourself blossom
and become reflective
of all God’s tidings
not losing perspective.

©By Bill Pearce
Dec 8,  2016

A Vision Of White

A time so sublime
as white in my gaze
becomes as the sun’s
own wintery phase.
A vision of white
in a field full of splendor
displays many snowflakes
the sky did surrender.
Seeming as a painting
more whiter than pearls
a time so sublime
as winter unfurls.
A vision of white
as paintings from God
becomes as a page
that we should applaud.
The beauty is painted
each day for us to see
a vision of white
God gave you and me.
It is but a moment
of sunlight’s romance
a vision of white
with wintertime’s dance.

©By Bill Pearce
Dec 8,  2016

Olaf Dances

This creature of white
he dances around
on the cold frozen ice
with nary a sound.
Olaf is his name
this creature of white
and he loves wintertime,
it’s his season delight.
He dances and slides
on the cold ice of time
that the season displayed
with a wintery mind.
This whitish creature
likes to skate to and fro,
for he was a creature
ones made out of snow.
Olaf the snowman
was a wonderful sight
as he danced on the ice
each day and each night.
You one day may see him
with your winter glances,
for he is the snowman
named Olaf that dances.

©By Bill Pearce
Dec 8,  2016

The Fireplace

A moment painted
becomes as a scene
fire burning brightly
a fantastic dream.
The fireplace shows
a wonderful time
painted as artwork
with Christmas in mind.
The tree is as magic
it stands on the stage
while the fireplace
tells of the age,
Christmas incarnate
is found so divine
while the fireplace
shows its great design.

©By Bill Pearce
Dec 8,  2016

A Painted Scene

Painted colors
trees expose
a scene of white
the painter chose.
A painted scene
comes into view
brightest red
and whitish hue.
Shadowed trees
a distant scene
is a painted
Christmas theme.
Many moments
the painter found
are with snow
upon the ground.
For the colors,
painter’s mind
makes the moment
that we find.
A painted scene
of Christmas land
is living through
the painters hand.

©By Bill Pearce
Dec 9,  2016

December’s Stage

A view within
my sight of times
becomes a riddle
found with rhymes.
A simple story
words of white
December’s stage
of day and night.
Snow that’s billowed
here and there
becomes a portion
with a flair.
A gift from God
a special treat
December’s stage
with snow to eat.
Ice cream churned
from snow of white
becomes a taste
that ones delight.
December’s stage
that time bestows
becomes an essence
when it snows.

©By Bill Pearce
Dec 10,  2016

Remembering Milo

There was a time
and place we found
that brought to us
a sight and sound.
This dog so sweet
with love to give
came in our lives
at last to live.
He was so furry
and friendly too,
his name was Milo
in love we grew.
I can remember
the way he’d beg
and shake our hand
with his front leg.
He loved to play
with his little bro,
as they’d run
back to and fro.
Him and his brother
were ready to ride
when in the car
they jumped inside.
Yet he got sickly
as cancer set in
making dear Milo’s
life come to end.
He had a smile
filled full of love,
but now he’ gone
to Heaven above.
Remembering Milo
brings us to tears
as we remember
those great years.
Time is a doorway
to all that we know
sights and sounds
remembering Milo.

©By Bill Pearce
Dec 10,  2016

for Dec 10,  2016

The lives that we live
are as shadows in the years
when we grow older.

Life’ simplicity
is a thought pattern away
from anything done.

Temporal balance
is that of a mere moment
that we remember.

Beyond perspective
finds many different views
from other people.

The seasonal rains
bring forth their own energy
to unleash on time.

A shelter is space
that we might feel safe within,
but may not be real.

A rose colored red
is bound by its many vines
connecting to life.

Chapters of a book
often have numbered segments
for some blank pages.

Various moments
become important to us
due to memories.

Moving too quickly
can leave you with some problems
you’re not ready for.

When chasing the wind
you might find it eluding
as it blows on passed.

Tomorrows turnstile
is a gate that might be locked,
so find the right key.

Drifting throughout time
without paying attention
could find you empty.

A glimmer of hope
comes from so many places
that we might not see.

A deep breath of air
can become a toxic breath
if it’s polluted.

Cold snowy winters
leave some footprints in the snow
from their traveled time.

Ones without belief
are often just empty shells
without any hope.

Painted mysteries
can become the art of life
that we imagined.

Sometimes more is less
when involving someone’s greed
for what they’re wanting.

A forest of thought
holds many trees to think with
that are possible.

The length of a chain
does not guaranty security
for it might be weak.

A bottomless pit
holds imaginary depth
that we know not of.

©By Bill Pearce
Dec 10,  2016

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Hello my friends

It’s another day nearer Christmas and it’s
looking more like it every day when I peek
outside at the snow.  We’ve gotten about a
foot or so.  Our landlord just came by to see
how his roof repair held out and he noticed
that the add on of our mobile home roof is
still leaking.  He said he’ll try to get someone
to help him and get back over here as soon
as he can to get it fixed and then get started
pulling up the carpet and all.  Hopefully he
gets it done before the heavy snows begin.
LOL and many of you are saying,  you did
say you already got a foot of snow didn’t ya.
Believe me,  that is not the heavy snow LOL.
Our back storm door is frozen shut.  I busted
the door last night trying to get it opened and
when I got it opened I did a little repair work
and fixed the door,  but the storm door’s once
again frozen shut.  So we are having to wade
through the front addition to get out and let
the boys out to go potty.  Yep,  it’s a regular
nut house around here.  Right now it’s 22 F
at 4:42 PM.  Not too bad yet 🙂  It’s supposed
to be 8 F degrees by morning.  I’m going to
call and order 50 gallons of heating oil first
thing in the morning.  It’s amazing it hasn’t
ran out LOL.  I bought 50 gallons last month.
I’m sure it’s getting LOW.  So that should
cost around 150 dollar or so.  OH well,  we
don’t wanna freeze to death.  Of course we do
still have our little radiator heaters,  but they
do not do much on preventing our pipes from
freezing and also keeping our bathroom warm.
Yep,  wintertime is sneaking up our doorsteps.
Yet it’s still got a few weeks or so before it’s
truly officially here,  but in my book,  it’s here.
I still love the snow,  but don’t care much for
it when it builds up on the house and then in
the middle of the night slides off with a big
CRASH.  It startles us sometimes 🙂  I’ve
kind of gotten used to it,  but the boys still
think they have to bark at it to let us know
something happened hehehe.  Our grandson
wanted to come and spend the weekend with
us,  but this weekend didn’t seem like the best
time for him to visit.  I had yet to of dug out
our car and he would of been coming Friday.
That is when I had to dig the car out of the
snow so we could go into town to do a little
MUCH NEEDED grocery shopping.  Yep our
fridge was getting rather bare.  Plus I would
not of been able to turn up the heat so he
would not freeze in the living room being we
are maybe running on fumes right now LOL.
Yep,  I’m calling first thing in the morning to
get us some more heating oil.  Then if he
wants to come next weekend,  he can and I
won’t worry about him being too cold.  We’ve
got a lot of blankets,  but I just worry about
those things.  I can’t help it 🙂  We keep the
heat set on 60 F at all times.  It uses less
heating oil at that setting then we use our
little radiator heaters to keep us warm in
our PC room and bedroom being we have
the vents closed off in here.  So,  next topic.
Friday,  Judy,  I and the boys took a drive to
town as I said earlier and I did as I do often
and took pictures there and back.  Yeppers,
it’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas,
everywhere we drive.  A lot of people have
their Christmas lights up,  but when we are
moving at about 50 or 60 miles an hour it is
rather difficult to get pictures of them LOL.
I might get some good pictures in the next
week or so,  but don’t hold your breath 🙂
OK,  you can hold your breath,  but it won’t
guaranty anything hehehe.  Judy and I are
hoping that Calvin finishes up with the roof
and all so that we can begin cleaning out
the building and maybe setting up one of
our Christmas trees out there.  I’ve ordered
us a wet/dry shop vac and it should be here
in a week or so.  I figure we’ll have other
needs for it.  Those things are quite useful.
Anyways,  after that is all said and done,
we want to see about having a doggy door
installed in the add on.  That way all we’ll
have to do is open the front door and let
them out to the add on and they can go
through the doggy door to go out to potty
and then come back in out of the weather
to wait for us to let them back in the house.
That’s our plans,  but first things first.  The
roof needs fixing and then the carpet needs
to be pulled.  There are many other things
needing done before we get to the doggy
door LOL.  We’re praying that it is all done
soon so that we can finally enjoy living in
our home.  We’ve been here 9 years now
and we love the area and all.  The boys can
go outside to play and potty and we don’t
worry about them being hit by a car.  We
are far from the road,  plus they both know
better than going to the road.  They’ll sit
and watch me walk out to the road to check
the mail.  We’ve got a couple of good boys.
Even though we have a few obstacles in our
path from time to time,  we know that God
is always watching over us.  He makes sure
that we have what we need to get by,  even
though we might think we need more.  Well
I think it’s time for me to begin my search
back through all that I’ve written here to
see if I can find a good word or phrase that
I can use for the title for today’s brand new
poem.  So it’s away I go to that little place
of my recollection that I always like to call
RECOLLECT VILLE.  I think I found a
fairly decent title.  Now to see if I can do
anything with it 🙂   Here goes.

Don’t Hold Your Breath

Those times we dream of
or just fantasize
might be our wantings
we don’t realize.
There are some moments
that need not our time,
for they are a figment
that’s found in our mind.
Don’t hold your breath
for a time frame not true,
for the moment you want
might not be for you.
Many times wantings
are lost in the game
found in the portions
we wish to attain.
Keep within prayerful
the things that you need
and let God the Father
to then take the lead
and when your desires
are without access
remember your needs
and don’t hold your breath.

©By Bill Pearce
Dec 4,  2016

There ya go.  I hope you liked the poem and
maybe even understood it.  Also I hope that my
rambling didn’t put ya to sleep.  If so,  then you
might of needed a nap LOL.  I wonder if there
is something I have forgotten to mention to you.
Hmm,  nope,  can’t think of anything,  so I guess
it’s time for me to tell you what I tell you every
week and that is,  I wrote some more poems and
haiku.  Yeppers,  10 more poems with 2 of them
being sort of Christmassy.  I actually wrote 7
extra poems being I wrote some more picture
poems LOL,  so that ups the count to 17 poems.
I also once again wrote 22 haiku for all of the
haiku lovers out there.  I hope you can find 1
or 2 of either or both that you like.  So,  now I
believe it’s time to begin my search for that
hardly elusive off switch,  but surely not before
I wish you a wonderful weekend or what’s left
of it and a blessings filled week.  Remember,
Jesus loves you and we do too.  Ok so,  where
are you hiding this week ya silly off switch?
LOL I think I spy with my 1 good eye,  a bit
of movement from behind my PC monitor 🙂
Yep,  I see ya you silly thing.  You’ve got a
habit of always peeking out to see if I can see
ya and that’s when I see you.  Try harder
next time.  Gotcha,  see ya CLICK zzzzzzzzz.

God bless from Bill,  Judy,  Benny,  Rocky
and the spirit of Milo Pearce

P.S  A link to our brand new book
Pearce’s Poetry Pictures
is at the end of the journal along
with all of the others.  Enjoy 🙂

Now it’s on with the poems and haiku
10+7 and 22 hehehehehehehehehehe 🙂

Heaven’s Display

Sometime in the future
your eyes will behold
scenes filled with passion
as the bible’s foretold.
This place will be scenic,
this place so divine.
This place will encompass
what is yours and mine.
There’ll be ones waiting
for us to walk through
the doorway to Heaven
that glorious view.
Time will be endless
as heartbeats unite
in the essence of Heaven
and God’s Holy Light.
The end is the beginning
for life continues on
as flesh becomes spirit
and all pain is gone.
This is the moment
that’s found on this day
time frames connected
with Heaven’s display.

©By Bill Pearce
Nov 28,  2016

Train Tracks Through Fall

Pathways,  track ways
time is but a scene
painted with a photo
bright orange and green.
Minutes tick onwards
as train tracks display
time within a porthole
a page from a day.
Autumns book of words
that are found to recall
scenes within scenes
train tracks through fall.
The moment is recorded
a great point and time,
a scene within a scene
that’s found so divine.
The time is a picture
that’s painted with style
time through a doorway
that’s found with a smile.
A time not forgotten
that we now recall
is found within a picture,
train tracks through fall.

©By Bill Pearce
Nov 28,  2016

The Christmas Lamppost

This post full of color
with a candle aglow
sits within a painting
and a small bit of snow.
It’s oh so glorious
with its flickering light
the Christmas lamppost
that’s deep in the night.
The candle it shimmers
and glimmers its scene
as it shows colors
with garland of green.
Some flowers around it
that flavor the view
the Christmas lamppost
a wonderful hue.
An artist discerned it
as a great point in time
to be painted with love
adorned with a rhyme.
The Christmas lamppost
is alive in a way
painted with the colors
of a wonderful day.

©By Bill Pearce
Nov 28,  2016

Owl So Wise

Little owl
before my eyes
do you question
how’s and why’s?
Do you see the
moments flair
found within
a breath of air?
Owl so wise
of painted time
do you seek
your own design?
Are the questions
that you ask
just a painted
minutes task?
With each minute
of the day
do you wonder,
do you pray.
Can you see now
time’s disguise
in the moments
owl so wise?

©By Bill Pearce
Nov 28,  2016

A Summer’s Child

As time displays
a summer’s scene
the day is met
within a dream.
A summer’s child
with heart of gold
displays the light
of stories told.
Two small dogs
will romp and play
as the minutes
tick away.
A summer’s child
displays her view
with everything
that she will do.
She shows a smile
with every glance
as the doggies
romp and prance.
She loves those dogs
as real true friends
a summer’s child
in seasons winds.

©By Bill Pearce
Nov 28,  2016

Standing In The Rain

A scene with a little girl
in the rain at night
is painted in a picture
with a lamppost light.
Standing in the rain
with her raincoat on
she holds her umbrella
till raindrops are gone.
The picture is magic
as she’s plainly seen
standing in the rain
as a topical theme.
It seems as a story
a writer should tell
standing in the rain
the heart does compel.
Peace is abundant
she does not complain
looking at the lamppost
standing in the rain.

©By Bill Pearce
Nov 29,  2016

A Ship At Sail

Through the waters
ocean blue
a ship at sail
is in my view.
A scenic time
within the day
a ship at sail
is on its way.
Still as minutes
chart their course
a ship at sail
is oceans force.
Through the waters
stage is set
a ship at sail
I can’t forget.
It’s now pictures
oceans waves
that I remember
distant days.
Time befuddles
how I view
a ship at sail
an ocean blue.

©By Bill Pearce
Nov 29,  2016

Scenic Clouds

Through my view
of distant days
my mind recalls
a wondrous gaze.
Some scenic clouds
of mornings past
are now but just
a shadows cast.
A scenic view
from long ago
of clouds designs
that I love so.
Then’s remembered
deep inside
those scenic clouds
my mind did ride.
A moment’s time
I flew away
with scenic clouds
of day to day.
A painted sky
or so it seemed
was scenic clouds
I thought I dreamed
Yet the gaze
of long ago
brought me to
a wondrous show.
Magical minutes
that time designed
scenic clouds
a moments mind.

©By Bill Pearce
Nov 29,  2016

Summers At The Beach

Walking on the beach of time
taking pictures here and there
I find myself envisioning
the sights, God’s love and care.
People holding one another
amidst the summers days
as some others smile real big
within the oceans waves.
A dog just sits and looks at me
to seem with just one wish
to run and play in ocean waves
and maybe catch a fish.
The scene I will remember
as a wondrous point of view.
A place my wife and I would go
to seek a life brand new.
We often find those memories
as now a certain quest
to one day return back to then
for it was the very best.
Time is now a oceans dream
to days far out of reach,
wondrous times of long ago
summers at the beach.

©By Bill Pearce
Nov 30,  2016

A Christmas Cardinal

With winter’s snow
comes sights to see
those wondrous things
God’s given free.
Sights are flavored
nighttime scenes
a Christmas cardinal
the season brings.
A snowy painting
comes in view
a Christmas tree
seen thereunto.
A Christmas cardinal
is perched upon
a lamppost singing
its great song.
The minutes pass
as life displays
a Christmas cardinal
Christmas days.

©By Bill Pearce
Nov 30,  2016

Lighthouse Of Eve

A scenic cruise
finds such a sight,
a scene within
the edge of night.
The sun is dipping
out of view
leaving us
a wondrous hue.
Yellow and orange
combined to leave
the sight to find
lighthouse of eve.
We watch the scene
turn into gold
as the minutes
then unfold.
The ship we’re on
is headed back
leaving sights
to turn to black.
But the darkness
will not grieve
with the glimmer
lighthouse of eve.

©By Bill Pearce
Nov 30,  2016

Wednesday’s Journal

Time’s surmounting
days of week
some with patterns
many seek
Monday’s threshold
opens wide
letting Tuesday
come inside.
Wednesday’s journal
then becomes
middle week
of beating drums.
Then is Thursday
coming fast
leaving many
in the past.
Yet by Friday
ones are glad
Wednesday’s journal
found its fad.
Counting minutes
hump day scenes
Wednesday’s journal
becomes dreams.

©By Bill Pearce
Nov 30,  2016

Through The Waves

A sailboat glides
on through the waves
a sailing vessel
in its ways.
The wind is strong
and carries on
the sailboats route
from dusk to dawn.
Each wave is seen
as a rocking force
a moment’s time
within its course.
Through the waves
the vessel sails
while people watch
and tell the tales.
The scene’s alive
with moments time
the sailboat sails
with peaceful mind.
The rudders aim
is through the waves
while seeking for
the distant days.

©By Bill Pearce
Nov 30,  2016

An Autumn Path

When seasons show
their place in time
they can become
an awesome rhyme.
A poem or song
to which ones sing,
a time becomes
what seasons bring.
An autumn path
of painted style
can then become
a moments mile.
A stroke of paint
of times gone by
can then design
a bird to fly.
Even a squirrel
within a tree
an autumn path
can surely be.
So use your mind
to see contrast
the colors of
an autumn path.

©By Bill Pearce
Nov 30,  2016

A Seaside Ride

One day was seen
a timeless frame,
a moment found
with much to gain.
Horses in stride,
a seaside view
while we looked on
to the sea of blue.
This was a day,
a magical time,
a seaside ride
for us to find.
Snapping pictures
making memories,
this scene we saw
in evenings breeze.
A magical scene
two hearts in stride
was a day long ago
a seaside ride.

©By Bill Pearce
Nov 30,  2016

The Truck Rolled On

A snowy winter’s scene
is a time frame of white
found as a truck rolls
on the road out of sight.
Big wheels a churning
on a white snowy road
as the truck rolled on
with its real heavy load.
A moment of blissful
on the old road of snow
becomes as a memoir
from where it will go.
Time is but an instant
as snowflakes fall down
as the truck rolled on
to a faraway town.
A snowy winter’s scene
is a time that I recall
when the truck rolled on
and snowflakes would fall.

©By Bill Pearce
Dec 3,  2016

Doggy Eyes

When walking in the snow
I felt some doggy eyes
watching me and waiting
to give me a surprise.
They both love to watch me
as I head out to the road
to see if we got mail
and then back to our abode.
The journey is real sluggish
while I’m walking in the snow,
but they’re waiting patiently
to see where else I’ll go.
If I say come on boys
they’ll both be on their way
to follow me wherever
I seem to go that day.
But they both know better
than to follow to the road,
for we’ve trained them truly
to wait at our abode.
Yes, we have some good boys
which comes to no surprise
for they’re always waiting
with watchful doggy eyes.

©By Bill Pearce
Dec 3,  2016

for Dec 3,  2016

Within a moment
holds a life of perspectives
viewed differently.

Change is a motion,
for without any motion
it is just a thought.

A crowded doorway
will hinder the needed path,
so allow for time.

Wintertime’s snowflakes
bring forth a painting of life
that soon comes to life.

Even one that’s wise
will have much folly in life,
for no one’s immune.

Life in a bubble
will prevent you from learning
true lessons of life.

A wanted pathway
that does not belong with you,
might lead to trouble.

The journey of a tree
is that of a mere seedling
with hope to grow tall.

A harbor of ships
holds a passion for sailing
within memories.

Standing in a boat
that is too small to stand in
might cause it to flip.

When watching snowflakes
the moments might seem to pause
as your gaze is caught.

A variety
of a portion of people
create ideas.

Our perceived notions
can often be ridiculed
by other beliefs.

Fondness of colors
creates many things we like,
due to the colors.

Drastic emotions
often acts like dynamite
with a real short fuse.

Life in the fast lane
will one day hit a speed bump
that might be painful.

Beyond the starlight
holds a place of many dreams
that’s reality.

A flickering bulb
exposes its elements
as it lights a room.

Fireflies of night
will light their own excursions
and then hide away.

Living in the past
will prevent you from growing
and finding better.

A fish in a stream
has a path of which to swim
or to become caught.

Snowmen of winter
need someone to create them
so they can exist.

©By Bill Pearce
Dec 3,  2016

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Hello my friends

It’s beginning to look a lot like wintertime
around this place.  It snowed a little bit last
night and there is more snow predicted for
the majority of the week.  Our mobile home
addition is still not finished and we are not
paying rent until it is,  for at the moment it
has an inch of water standing in it with the
roof leaking in it.  So,  he better get on the
ball.  I have taken pictures of how it stands
at the moment and I will use them if he gets
nasty,  but hoping that it doesn’t get to that.
Surely he’ll come and fix it all before winter
gets a full grip on us.  He should of had this
done months ago.  He hauled the addition
out here in August for crying out loud LOL.
So,  time will tell to whether he gets it fixed
or we have to find another place to live,  but
it must be the country being we have our 2
boys Benny and Rocky.  Either the country
or there must be a fenced in yard for them.
BUT,  we are hoping that we do not have to
move,  because we love the location and all.
It’s just the other stuff that is getting on our
nerves and making it hard on us.  Please
keep us in your prayers as well as our dear
landlord that he might get motivated to get
busy our home.  He’s a good man,  but he
has a bit of a procrastination problem LOL.
OK,  so next topic.  Judy and I went over to
her sister Trudy’s house for Thanksgiving
and we had a nice time.  Judy brought a few
things that she cooked such as cake,  green
bean casserole and scalloped corn casserole.
After we all got done feeding our faces,  we
played some trivia games.  Benny and Rocky
had fun playing with their cousins 🙂  They
were some tired pups when we finally got
home about 8:30 that evening.  We were all
quite pooped LOL.  Judy and I have been
watching a few Christmas movies.  There
are a lot of new ones out and most of them
are pretty good.  Right now it’s 33 F degrees
and cloudy.  No snow for this evening or for
tomorrow,  but after that,  who knows hehehe.
So what else is going on here at the Pearce’s
Place?  Well,  that is a good question.  Our
book is getting a slow start selling.  I have
already written 55 more picture poems for
Pearce’s Poetry Pictures Volume 2 hehehe.
I’m reasonably sure that Judy will do a few
more to add to the book as well.  We’re in
hopes that our book catches on.  We’ve put
a lot of hard work into it.  Writing poetry is
one thing,  but writing them to fit into a picture
is another.  It takes me a little bit more time
to write a picture poem and have it to tell a
story about the picture as well as to make it
nice to look at.  Anyways,  let me see if I have
another topic to talk about LOL.  Nope,  can’t
think of anything.  God has still been with us
as we face the trials of day to day life.  Yes,
we have problems,  but we realize that there
are many others that have it a lot worse than
we do.  If you happen to see someone that
is struggling to find happiness,  give them a
kind word and if you have anything to share
with them,  let God’s love to guide you.  We
do our very best to help ones that we are able,
but we’re very limited in our resources.  Give
what you are able,  for even time is a great
commodity to give to someone.  Many times
the giving of ourselves can do much more
than money or things.  Now,  I believe I have
rambled enough and it’s time for me to begin
my journey back through all that I’ve written
here to see if I can find a good word or phrase
that I can use for the title of today’s brand
new poem.  So,  it’s away I go,  to that place
of my recollection that I always like to call
RECOLLECT VILLE.  I think I found a good
title near the beginning of my rambling LOL.
Now to see if I can do anything with it.  Here
goes.  Keep your fingers crossed hehehe.

A Fenced In Yard

Within our lifestyles
time might become
a fenced in yard
or a moment to some.
Preventing others
from coming inside
or keeping out chances
for time to abide.
A fenced in yard
can protect you true,
but it can also
hinder your view.
Don’t let a fence then
become all you are,
for surely most surely
there’s more by far.
Look on beyond
a fenced in yard
and see God’s truth
of near and far.

©By Bill Pearce
Nov 27,  2016

There ya go.  I hope that made some sense
to ya.  I also hope that my rambling wasn’t
too boring for ya.  I didn’t have as much to
ramble about as I normally do LOL.  Aren’t
ya glad about that HaHaHa.  Yes,  I know,
I bickered about our living conditions quite
a bit.  You have no idea what trouble we are
in far if he does not get this all fixed.  That
floor of the addition will become ICE and
who knows what else.  So,  we are hoping
that this is all fixed REAL SOON.  Until
then,  we’ll keep on keeping on LOL.  It’ll
take more than that to destroy the Pearce’s
We’re tough cookies hehehe.  So,  is there
anything else that I need to tell you before
I continue with my closing?  Hmm,  well,  it’s
32 F degrees now at 4:24 PM.  Most of the
snow from last night melted fairly quickly
being that the ground is still too warm and
it will take a few days of steady freezing
temperatures to get it cold enough to hold
snow on it.  I had to go outside last night
and brush off the ice and snow from our
satellite dish because we weren’t getting
a TV program signal.  I sprayed the dish
with some PAM so to keep the ice and
snow from sticking to it again.  That’s a
little trick I learned a while back hehehe.
Anyways,  it looks like it is time for me
to be telling you what I tell you almost
every week and that is,  I wrote some
more poems and haiku.  I wrote 10 more
poems with 2 of them being Christmas
poems.  I once again wrote a few more
poems due to the picture poems so that
ups the count to 13 LOL.  Yes of course
I wrote 22 more haiku for all of the haiku
lovers out there.  I hope you can find 1
or 2 of either or both that you like.  Now
I believe it’s time for me to begin my
search for that hardly elusive off switch,
but not before I wish you a wonderful
weekend or whatever is left of it and a
truly blessings filled week.  Remember,
Jesus loves you and we do too.  OK,  so
where are ya laughingly hiding this week
you silly off switch?  Sheesh,  he’s hiding
good this time LOL.  Oh for crying out
loud,  now I see ya.  Dangling from my
PC microphone like an acrobat.  A really
bad acrobat at that LOL.  You just had
to act out didn’t ya hehehehehehehehe.
Gotcha,  see ya CLICK zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

God bless from Bill,  Judy,  Benny,  Rocky
and the spirit of Milo Pearce

P.S  A link to our brand new book
Pearce’s Poetry Pictures
is at the end of the journal along
with all of the others.  Enjoy 🙂

Now it’s on with the poems and haiku
10+3 and 22 hehehehehehehehehehe 🙂

A Lonely Bird

The sky above me
holds in flight
a lonely bird
within my sight
It flies with passion,
it flies with ease,
it flies up high
above the trees.
A lonely bird
with wings of time
flies so high
with peace of mind.
It scans the view
to time and date
to maybe find
a lonely mate.
Then this creature
that flies so high
won’t be lonely
in the sky.
Yet now listen
it is heard
singing songs
a lonely bird.

©By Bill Pearce
Nov 22,  2016

Gulls In Flight

A scenic day
a wondrous view
gulls in flight,
an ocean blue.
Feathered actors
flying fast
through the scene
a moments past.
Seagulls flying
timeless so
across the way
of us below.
Gulls in flight
create a scene
found within
The ocean breeze
becomes a dance
gulls in flight
a true romance.
A scenic day
becomes a sight
created by
the gulls in flight.

©By Bill Pearce
Nov 22,  2016

Winter’s Road

Day meets snowfall,
time stands still
while life beckons
its appeal.
A winter scene,
a timeless stage,
winter’s road
of age to age.
Moments doorway
opens wide
allowing winter
deep inside.
Time is essence
painted white
winter’s road
of day and night.
Day sees snowflakes,
past has seen
a winter while
within a dream.
Time is pictured
whitish hue
winter’s road
of thereunto.

©By Bill Pearce
Nov 22,  2016

Through A Fence

Years ago
I stood to see
the clouds drift on
in front of me.
Through a fence
I saw them well
white and gray
my eyes could tell.
Times momentum
moved with grace
sights I saw
with fence to face.
A view of then
so long ago
through a fence
the clouds bestow.
timeless days
through a fence
I found my gaze.
I took a picture
timeless whence
of the clouds then
through a fence.

©By Bill Pearce
Nov 22,  2016

A Drive Through Autumn

A simple moments memory
becomes a work of art
painted in a photograph
gleaming to impart.
Time’s the scenes recording
displayed with such a flair
as a drive through autumn
becomes an answered prayer.
Time is but a doorway
to that of which can be
a simple autumn drive then
with blessings given free.
Doorways become windows,
opened for a view
a little drive through autumn
with sights seen freshly new.
True the moment’s splendor
is not that long to show
while a drive through autumn
is where our wheels will roll.
Driving down the roadway
as autumn leaves display
a timeless moments mention
of how they got that way.
The minutes tick so slowly
as wheels go round and round
while anticipation
finds beauty to be found.
On a drive through autumn
the moments come alive
as we’re taking pictures
on our autumn drive.

©By Bill Pearce
Nov 22,  2016

Trails Through Life

A single path
throughout time
might just be
the best to find
with some bumpy
and some holes
trails through life
have hidden goals.
Time’s a doorway
hidden scenes
some as minutes
rushing streams.
While a story
surely spills
trails through life
are turning wheels.
Teeming with a
roads display
many trails
have things to say.
Words of wisdom
now and then
trails through life
go out and in.
On down pathways
roads of time
there are lessons
which to find.
Some as seasons
found with strife,
some with blessings
trails through life.

©By Bill Pearce
Nov 23,  2016

An Autumn Scene

Before the colors
leaves of fall
many crops are
fields so tall.
Golden essence
painted hue
an autumn scene
is dreams come true.
Maybe with some
clouds of white
or some darkened
lesser light.
An autumn scene
can be a field
with some crops
the farmers yield.
Yet the story
still unfolds
an autumn scene
with moments goals.
Clouds with raindrops
might display
an autumn scene
of white and gray.
Times with echoes
so serene
this is found
an autumn scene.

©By Bill Pearce
Nov 23,  2016

A Snowy Trail

The whitish glaze
of fluffy snow
becomes a trail
that’s to and fro.
A snowy trail
of someone’s feet
becomes a time
that’s found complete.
The path is laid
within the snow
a journey made
with winter’s goal.
A snowy trail
to then and there
that someone made
to get somewhere.
A season’s journey
far and wide
finds a moment
time’s applied.
A winter scene
a Christmas view
a snowy trail
to thereunto.

©By Bill Pearce
Nov 25,  2016

Thanksgiving Blessings

Some fond memories
come into play
as I remember
Thanksgiving Day.
Seasons of joyful
families gather,
yet many sadly
choices would rather.
Life is a picture
painted with style
some with a frown
and some with a smile.
Thanksgiving blessings
are often not clear
until the time’s passed
year after year.
Remembering family
friends and much more,
time can become as
life’s swinging door.
Thanksgiving blessings
are found on a date,
not just the food
you have on your plate.

©By Bill Pearce
Nov 26,  2016

Dad And The Train

Christmas was magic
as minutes would pass
with dad and the train
and Christmas of past.
He laid out the tracks
for the train to run on
as I watched patiently
while singing a song.
Santa Claus is coming
to town soon they say
as that little train waits
to make its display.
With dad in the floor
connecting the tracks
I wait to see how
the train then reacts.
Smoke from its engine
in classic detail
as it goes chugging
with a choo-choo exhale.
With dad in the floor
and I in the chair
I recall such a time
a Christmassy flair.
Joyful the moments
I now can remember
dad and the train
times in December.
A time long ago
that’s locked in my brain
a Christmas of then
dad and the train.

©By Bill Pearce
Nov 26,  2016

Without A Glance

As life moves on
the days will pass
and often seem
a bit too fast.
A glance a gaze,
a passing sight,
might display
what’s wrong or right.
Without looking
seeing true
a time or place
might destroy you.
Without a glance
to see for sure
a moment might
be so impure.
So look to see
what’s there to find
and use your glance
to clear your mind.
Don’t just be as
song and dance
with troubled times
without a glance.
See the proof
within the while
an alligator
or crocodile.
Without a glance
of dusk to dawn
might just leave
a bitter wrong.

©By Bill Pearce
Nov 26,  2016

Passions Beach

The dawn of day
finds two in arms
passions beach
with oceans charm.
The scenes arrival
finds a way
to paint a smile
on every day.
Two together
standing close
passions beach
a photo pose.
The season’s sky
is filled with clouds
passions beach
with oceans loud.
Waves come crashing
to the shore,
passions beach
of evermore.
As the morning
turns to noon
and the evening
comes to swoon,
seasons glisten
timeless scenes
passions beach
within their dreams.
For these lovers
in Heavens reach
stand together
on passions beach.

©By Bill Pearce
Nov 26,  2016

Beautiful Flowers

Seen on a pathway
some flowers become
essence of springtime’s
own beating drum.
Colors of sunshine
to brighten the days,
beautiful flowers
then which to gaze.
Hibiscus maybe
a flower is found
then as some artwork
when I’m looking down.
Beautiful flowers
create a smile
inside my minds eye
times do compile.
The sweetest portion
of timeless details
brings many blessings
as ships and some sails.
A ship through passion
timeless the hours
finds me with camera
and beautiful flowers.

©By Bill Pearce
Nov 26,  2016

for Nov 26,  2016

Found by a flower
might be but a mere moment
awaiting the rain.

Without a second
an hour has not a chance,
for minutes can’t thrive.

Charged by some lightning
a storm might become beauty
that lights up the skies.

Wisdom of an owl
is only found in its eyes
for wisdom’s within.

Patience is the key
to finding a moments peace
when life is too slow.

A white snowy trail
might hold a moment of life
within the footprints.

Photos of flowers
don’t harness the aroma,
but just the beauty.

Various choices
become mysterious sights
exposed within time.

Breathing in a breath
does not guarantee a life,
for life needs a path.

Beyond a dreamworld
holds a concocted second
that might be much less.

Challenging someone
that you know little about
could find your demise.

Hate is a poison
that can make the owner sick,
while love could heal them.

A mud puddles display
could be a splashing effect
that gets others wet.

Snowfall of winter
shows signs of its creation
found in the snowflakes.

Pointless is hatred,
for it finds nobody peace,
so cease the hatred.

Losing at a game
does not make you a loser,
but a winner to thrive.

Painting a picture
needs your focus on the painting
and what you’re painting.

Shadows in the night
can be but just a tree limb
or something other.

Exposing ones flaws
can sometimes expose your own
as the light’s on you.

Meaningless chatter
often becomes emptiness
as others listen.

Little known people
can be the most important
that are found silent.

A spirit in want
might need someone to hear them
so they can pass on.

©By Bill Pearce
Nov 26,  2016

Our Newest book
Pearce’s Poetry Pictures
and if you are not in the USA
you can buy it here at Amazon
My wife Judy’s Poetry books 🙂
Ben Geurts Drawing Art site
and Old Fashioned Christmas site
My Animal’s Greetings site below
One of my friends sites below
and once again the poetry contest at
Me on YouTube
Your frosty friend Bill 🙂


Hello my friends

I hope you have been doing well.  Judy and I
have been still been doing our same old stuff.
Our land lord has yet still not finished with our
mobile home add on.  The roof still leaks in it.
He promised me the other day that he would
get it all finished in the next few days.  LOL
we shall see.  OH well,  life goes on.  There’s
not been much excitement around here other
than Judy having to go and help her brother
practically every other day.  Judy is still doing
her paintings and she has even gotten back
to writing poetry.  Our book has gotten a slow
start selling.  I hope it picks up soon.  It would
be nice to have something to show for my many
years of writing 🙂  Maybe it will catch on one
day soon.  Judy’s books have not been selling
well either,  but hopefully one day,  they too
will begin selling.  No matter,  we’ll survive 🙂
Next topic.  There hasn’t been much going on
around the Pearce’s Place other than Judy and
I with our picture poetry and painting.  Nope,
it’s been pretty quiet of course aside from our
boys causing a ruckus time to time.  Benny
and Rocky love to play chase in the house 🙂
They also love to pester Judy and I for treats,
of which we have sort of cut them off other
that maybe 1 or 2 a day.  Rocky is 7 pounds
over weight and the vet suggested for us to
cut down on their amount of treats.  So,  we
did that and these boys are not happy about
that LOL.  They have dried dog food in their
pans if they’re that hungry 🙂  Our landlord
is here now working on the add-on.  Maybe
he’ll get it fixed pretty quick.  Benny came
in here barking and I told him it’s way too
early for his mom to be home.  Judy left to
go up to the Eagle Lake Nursing home early
this morning with her sisters.  She won’t be
home till maybe around 5 PM this evening.
So I told Benny,  it’s just Calvin and he’ll be
making a lot of noise being he’s working on
the add-on roof.  After he gets it fixed and
all he said he’s going to bring a shop vac
and vacuum the water out of the carpet 🙂
Though he said if it is too bad, that he’ll
buy new carpet for it.  It’ll be great to have
someplace to store our bicycles and stuff.
There is a freezer in it as well as a little
table and Christmas trees.  I am keeping
an open mind about it 🙂  Judy just walked
in the door.  It’s 4 PM.  She got home a lot
earlier than I thought she would.  Christian
(our grandson) came Friday and he spent
the weekend with us.  He’s here with me
right now.  We were watching silly gaming
videos for a while today until I figured that
I needed to get started writing my journal.
We watched some gaming videos yesterday
and Friday as well.  Anyways,  Judy said her
mom was doing as well as to be expected.
Judy brought her brother Ricky with her
when she went up and got a lot of pictures
of them.  She got home just when Calvin,
our landlord was just leaving.  It was a
short stay for him.  Hopefully he comes
back soon and gets the roof fixed and all.
Next topic.  I took the boys out for a little
field trip yesterday (Saturday).  They had
a blast like always.  I took a few pictures
here and there while out in the field.  Our
landlord has hauled a couple more add-ons
out there for some reason.  I think he said
he’s gonna sell them.  OH well.  None the
less,  me and the boys had a good stroll
out in the field.  My feet were aching bad
and I couldn’t walk long,  but they enjoyed
what time we spent out there.  The boys are
confused to which door to use to go out of
and in due to all of the add-on epidemics 🙂
Right now it’s not convenient to let them
out the front door,  because we’ve gotta
wade through the soggy carpet to get to
the outside door on the add-on LOL.  It’s
sort of like a wading pool hehehe.  A very
squishy soggy wading pool LOL.  But we
are praying that it is soon fixed.  Especially
before winter gets its footing.  We need to
be able to get out of our front door,  being
the back cannot be plowed as there is no
driveway back there and he would have to
drive over the sewer line to plow it which
would not be a good thing.  So that’s what
we are dealing with 🙂  I’m sure that there
are many of you with worse problems LOL.
God is still in control.  You might have noticed
that I am steering clear of the politics huh 🙂
Yep,  it’s in God’s Hands and I’m sure that
God will continue to watch over us as He
has always.  We all need to be in prayer
for our government.  That will be more help
that slandering or focusing on the negativity
of truth that finds its way into our lives. The
USA has always had bad and good working
against itself causing friction.  It’s not new.
Let’s you and I start becoming glue for our
nation to pull it together and not allow the
hatred of others to tear it apart.  Just as two
magnets holding to their positive beliefs
they will push each other away,  but it is
when they allow the facts of life to become
the entities of truth,  that the magnets will
then become one and be much stronger for
both halves will be working together instead
of pushing each other apart.  Let’s all pray
together for love and peace for one another.
Now I believe it’s time for me to begin my
search back through all that I’ve written here
to see if I can find me a good word or phrase
that I can use for the title for today’s brand
new poem.  So it’s away I go to that place
of my recollection that I always like to call
RECOLLECT VILLE.  I believe I found a
decent title just a few lines back.  Now to see
if I can do anything with it LOL.   Here goes.

Causing Friction

Like sandpaper
some discern
causing friction
fires burn.
Many people
only see
what they’re wanting
time to be.
Causing friction
many true
create problems,
things they do.
Through the ages
time’s foretold
it was better
times of old.
Yet a persons
might be lessons
causing friction.

©By Bill Pearce
Nov 20,  2016

There ya go.  I hope you liked the poem 🙂
I also hope that you enjoyed my ramblings.
Yeppers,  I seem to always have a lot on my
mind and it does tend to give me a headache.
LOL I even think and recite poetry when I’m
on the toilet or in bed trying to sleep.  It just
never seems to give me a break hehehehehe.
The life of a thinker is with very little sleep 🙂
Being that sleeping or pain pills do not work
on me,  the only thing that can give me peace
is to get into prayer,  but even that sometimes
doesn’t help LOL.  So when people say that
my poetry is a gift  I say  it’s a toss up LOL,
gift or curse hehehe.  No,  I know it’s a gift.
It’s just with my health issues,  I am unable
to get but maybe an hours worth of sleep and
that’s on a good day LOL.  So to get off of my
ailments,  I reckon it’s time for me to tell you
what I tell you almost every week and that is,
I wrote some more poems and haiku.  Yeppers,
10 more poems,  but no Christmas poems this
week.  Maybe next week.  Oh yea,  most of the
poems are ones I did for picture poems and I
did 2 extra which ups the number to 12 poems.
I also wrote once again 22 haiku for all of the
haiku lovers out there.  I hope that you can
find 1 or 2 of either or both that you like.  Now,
I guess it’s time for me to begin my search for
that hardly elusive off switch,  but not before
I wish you a most wonderful and blessed week.
Remember,  Jesus loves you and we do too.
Now,  where pray tell is that off switch trying
to hide this time?  Hmm,  I think I see some
movement behind my Halloween crazy eyes 🙂
LOL yeppers,  there ya are right behind the
left goofy eye hehehe.  Ya made the left eye
to sort of dangle a bit you silly thing hehehe.
Gotcha,  see ya CLICK zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

God bless from Bill,  Judy,  Benny,  Rocky
and the spirit of Milo Pearce

P.S  A link to our brand new book
Pearce’s Poetry Pictures
is at the end of the journal along
with all of the others.  Enjoy 🙂

Now it’s on with the poems and haiku
10+2 and 22 hehehehehehehehehehe 🙂

A Quick Photograph

One day a drive
found futures past
and so I took
a quick photograph.
The scene was mild
with essence gold,
a time and place
with stories told.
A quick photograph
was all it took
to give my future
another look.
For the moment
I remember
lives and thrives
a burning ember.
A time I took
a quick photograph
that reminds me of
the moments past.

©By Bill Pearce
Nov 14,  2016

Upon The Dock

A seaside view
with waters gazed
finds one standing
camera raised.
Glimmering scenes
that find his view
leave a footprint
waters blue.
Upon the dock
he stands to find
all the ships
of time to time.
The stage is set
for another day
upon the dock
a timeless way.
Upon the dock
the man procures
some photographs
of bait and lures.
Some fishermen
are heading out
through the waves
without a doubt.
Yet this man
still stands alone
upon the dock
as time has shown.
A moments time,
a seasons clock
is found one day
upon the dock.

©By Bill Pearce
Nov 14,  2016

Moon Through The Clouds

A dark night of splendor
finds a moon bright to see
found in the night sky
up high above me.
Clouds all have gathered
to create such a gaze
as moonlight drifts through
in a foggy like haze.
The moon is an essence
that implores such view
in the night sky above me
with a wonderful hue.
The clouds seem to dance
as they pass right on by
exposing the glimmer
of the moon in the sky.
Scenes seem to awaken
as the moonlight appears
bringing alive moments
of our yesteryears.
The dark night of splendor
is as time that enshrouds
the view of the skylight,
moon through the clouds.

©By Bill Pearce
Nov 15,  2016

Sunflower Dreams

A field holds magic,
a yellowish hue
sunflower dreams
to one day come true.
Then as they bloom
there is such a sight
sunflower dreams
found in the sunlight.
Scenes in springtime
and summer to grow
sunflower dreams
have much to bestow.
They show their colors
yellow and brown
when in a moment
their beauty is found.
There might just be one
that stands out the best
sunflower dreams
with a magical zest.
Yet with a camera
these wonderful scenes
are then recorded
sunflower dreams.

©By Bill Pearce
Nov 16,  2016

Days Of Old

An old jalopy
a memory
a car of time
a sight to see.
I saw one day
a timeless view
a car of old
that looked as new.
An old convertible
of times partake
purple by color
there was no mistake.
It shined real bright
as the man drove by
while I reflected
with a wanting sigh.
This car of time
was oh so bold
looking as new
the days of old.

©By Bill Pearce
Nov 16,  2016

Bluebonnet Field

With time as a flower
and thought but a phase
a bluebonnet field is
a moment to gaze.
Scenes within patterns
of colors so bright
a bluebonnet field is
found such a sight.
Seeming as a story
that’s written in time
a bluebonnet field is
for our eyes to dine.
Minutes emotions
are painted so blue
flowers of springtime
with summers hue.
Each day is displayed
as a pictures emotion
found as a turnstile
bluebonnet ocean.
Footsteps of splendor
are a moment to yield
time frames surmounted
a bluebonnet field.

©By Bill Pearce
Nov 16,  2016

Standing With A Smile

Walking through the grasses
where sunflowers bloom
there was a minutes moment
that a time came attune.
Standing with a smile
as the daylight was seen
life became a journey
with a brisk morning gleam.
Passing through the minutes
the hours did display
a smiling face of moments
that shattered all the gray.
A personal time experience
explored within the mind
that took an expedition
throughout a point and time.
The sunflowers beauty
was a magical style
that gave birth to me then
standing with a smile.

©By Bill Pearce
Nov 17,  2016

The Lone Butterfly

A milk thistle blooming
displays such a sight
a purplish hue
in the bright shining light.
A lone butterfly
finds a place to land
upon the milk thistle
that displayed so grand.
The moment was magic
as the butterfly flew
in a field full of thistles
that were blooming as new.
Sunlight was beaming
on the sight then that day
as the lone butterfly
soon flew away.

©By Bill Pearce
Nov 17,  2016

Rocks And Pebbles

Life is rhythms
on the ground
rocks and pebbles
to be found.
Earthly shadows
sliding through
rocks and pebbles
in my view.
Some are larger,
some so small
rocks and pebbles
build a wall.
Some are pathways
for a road
rocks and pebbles
heavy load.
Minutes counted
become found
rocks and pebbles
on the ground.
Life’s a painting
some as gray
rocks and pebbles
day to day.
Many sights
come into view
rocks and pebbles
Scenes created
so unique
rocks and pebbles
some antique.
As some paintings
time fulfills
rocks and pebbles
create hills.
Maybe mountains
time bestows
rocks and pebbles
our Earth grows.

©By Bill Pearce
Nov 17,  2016

A Walking Bridge

On a days journey,
a footpath is seen
found up above
a fast moving stream.
A picture of then
becomes such a sight
a journey to town
at such a great height.
A timeless theme
of a crossing array
brings forth the sight
of another fine day.
A time with a trestle
and bridge to support
often finds many
their only resort.
One’s head to town
on a non driving path,
a walking bridge
not moving too fast.
Time is a window
seen from the view
a walking bridge
to then thereunto.

©By Bill Pearce
Nov 17,  2016

Reflected Passion

A fisherman’s journey
begins as a quest
reflecting the passion
life at its best.
Preparing his vessel
for a journey to sea,
a moment’s reflection
of times history.
His ship is his home
for a passionate ride,
a seafaring vessel
that’s filled full of pride.
The ocean is waiting
as the captain prepares
food for the galley,
a crew waited shares.
Time is the utmost
to keep in control,
for procrastination
will surely take toll.
The seafaring vessel
in appropriate fashion
will seek for the sea,
its reflected passion.

©By Bill Pearce
Nov 17,  2016

Beacon In The Sky

Sights up above me,
scenes white and gray
as sunshine is shining
a beacon for the day.
Seeming fluorescent
the sun shines through,
clouds up above me
create a great view.
A beacon in the sky
is a bright ray of light
coming from the sun
as a magical sight.
This is but a moment,
I captured the view
a beacon in the sky
with a radiant hue.
Beaming as a threshold
to then and that day
a beacon in the sky
is a magical way.
For as a window
the clouds don’t deny
while they’re displaying
the beacon in the sky.

©By Bill Pearce
Nov 17,  2016

for Nov 17,  2016

Life is a journey
that many will stumble
yet find the answers.

Various turnstiles
open up with illusions
and close fast with fear.

Time is a moment
that a clock will show seconds
amounting to life.

Knowing your own self
can prevent others choices
from becoming yours.

Beyond mysteries
is a doorway to hopeful
found in a blessing.

Windows of a heart
can become clouded in time
throughout deception.

Bluebonnet memoirs
are blessings of a photo
that time remembers.

Too much too little
can become an empty hole
filled with only air.

The sight of today
can become as memories
within our shadows.

Knowing right from wrong
makes you the judge and jury
of your own conscience.

Need is a portion
that often becomes confused
with what we’re wanting.

Looking too deeply
might implode your way of life
and lose you in fear.

Morning brings doorways
to be opened throughout time
that might not be right.

When missing someone
they’ll live in your memories
as a point and time.

When looking forwards
the view from within the past
can lose its anger.

Various heartbeats
are as excited drummers
searching for a band.

Lengthy bits of rage
can become poison for life
killing your chances.

A flower’s doomsday
is an un watered moment
that has no sunshine.

Gradient hillsides
give little chance for footing
and more chance for slide.

Odorless flowers
rely on their own beauty
to keep them alive.

Minutes and hours
become the essence  of life
that ones misconceive.

Throughout history
scientist have changed their views
on all that they think.

©By Bill Pearce
Nov 17,  2016

Our Newest book
Pearce’s Poetry Pictures
and if you are not in the USA
you can buy it here at Amazon
My wife Judy’s Poetry books 🙂
Ben Geurts Drawing Art site
and Old Fashioned Christmas site
My Animal’s Greetings site below
One of my friends sites below
and once again the poetry contest at
Me on YouTube
Your frosty friend Bill 🙂


Hello my friends

It’s been a rather boring week around here
aside from all of the politics and anger that’s
attached to it.  No I am not going to discuss
it.  I feel there has been enough said about
all of that through the media.  LOL I guess
you could consider my journal media,  but not
that kind.  So,  what else has happened here
at the Pearce’s Place that’s worth talking about.
Well,  There has not been anything more done
to our home add on.  Judy and I stopped at
our landlords house this afternoon and Judy
had a talk with him.  He said that he will come
tomorrow and inspect the add on and if it is
damaged too much from the rain then he’ll
tear it down.  He had put off doing anything
with it and it had rained in it multiple times.
The carpet and floor is SOAKED.  So we
shall see what happens there.  I have made
up my mind,  I am not going to let it stress
me out as much as I had before.  I think I
had another stroke the other night due to it
and all of the political arguments that have
been occurring on Facebook.  I cannot let
myself get stressed like that again.  I want
to spend a few more years with Judy and
the boys as well as see my daughter and
her soon to be husband.  So levity,  here I
come LOL.  There has not been much of a
chance for me to take pictures this passed
week.  Judy’s been some doing painting,  but
even that had slacked off due to all of the
epidemics that have been happening.  We
have both gotten back into the swing of
things and are back to work with our poetry
and paintings.  We figure if it was a meteor
fixing to hit the Earth,  there would be little
we could do about it,  and so this is now that
meteor LOL so why worry about what we
have no control over 🙂  LOL All of those
with their underground bunkers are nuts
if you ask me HaHaHa.  Not the Tornado
shelters 🙂  I’m talking about the bunkers
that are supposed to protect them from a
Earth shattering event such as a bomb or
a meteor.  I figure this,  what happens will
happen and if it’s time for me to go,  then I
shall wave goodbye LOL if I have a chance.
Each day in this world gives hope for another
miracle.  Don’t just focus on the nightmares.
Find the miracles no matter how small they
may be.  I’m sitting here munching on some
Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups.  I know,  I’ll
pay the piper for this LOL.  Hey I already
spend half of my life in the bathroom,  so
I might as well enjoy it hehehe.  Judy has
just headed over to her brother’s house to
help him with his prescriptions.  We picked
them up while we were at Walmart when we
were headed to town this afternoon.  We also
did a bit of grocery shopping,  being that
our refrigerator and freezer was getting
rather bare.  It would help if our books
were selling.  So far all of those that said
they would buy a book if I ever published
one haven’t bought one LOL.  Oh well,
if you want something good to buy for a
Christmas present,  you can buy one of
Judy’s books or our newest that’s got a
129 of my picture poems in it and about
20 or so of hers in it.  LOL don’t you just
love my sales pitch!  I can’t help it,  Judy
and I have put a lot of hard work into this
new book and she’s put a ton of hours
of sweat and tears into all of her books.
Ok,  so next topic.  The boys wanted to
go with Judy when she headed out to her
brothers house,  but when I called them
they came running and I gave them both
a treat.  They’re both lying in their little
doggy beds right beside me now.  Rocky
has gotten to where he likes to sleep
next to me when we go to bed.  He curls
up in the floor right beside me every
night and sleeps for a few hours and
then after a bit he’ll stroll over to the
other side of the bed and climb in his
doggy bed next to Benny which is the
side of the bed that Judy sleeps on.  We
love our boys.  Though we will be happy
when we can let the boys out the front
door,  especially being it won’t be long
before there will be too much snow out
the back door for them to get out.  No
way for our landlord to plow back there.
Though it is easier to let them out of
the back door hehehe being it is in our
bedroom and all we’ve gotta do is get
up and open the door and they run out
and do their thing and then Rocky will
bark to let us know when they are ready
to come back in.  Anyways,  hopefully
all of this is resolved soon.  Calvin told
Judy that he doesn’t want to lose us as
tenants.  We’ve lived here for over 8
years,  almost 9.  So,  It looks like we
will be OK.  God is still in control as
He has always been.  We might not like
the outcome of situations,  but He can
make good out of the worst situations
So,  even though things might seem
bleak at the moment,  remember that
a rainbow might be just around the bend.
Now I believe it’s time for me to begin
my search back through all that I have
written here to see if I can find a good
word or phrase that I can use for the
title for today’s brand new poem.  So,
it’s away I go,  to that little place of my
recollection that I always like to call
RECOLLECT VILLE.   I think I found
a decent title about half way back in my
rambling.  Now to see if I can do anything
with it.  Here goes….

Sweat And Tears

Trials and errors,
sweat and tears
lessons come
from many years.
Time’s a window
opened wide
to let decisions
come inside.
Sweat and tears
from life long ways
becomes patterns
timeless days.
Through the scenes
of far and wide
minutes show
what’s all applied.
Maybe written,
maybe said
sweat and tears
of do and dread.
Through our past
can grow good years
learned from many,
sweat and tears.

©By Bill Pearce
Nov 13,  2016

I hope you enjoyed my rambling and I didn’t
irritate ya to much hehehe.  Also I hope that
you liked the poem and maybe even sort of
understood it.  There are times that I find my
own self confused about what I’ve written 🙂
The words come to me as a puzzle to be put
together and let the words fall in place.  Yes,
I know,  weird huh 🙂  I don’t question it,  I
just do what God has instilled in me to do and
that is write my thoughts.  I just let the boys
back in.  They had to go out and go potty a
little while ago.  Though Rocky was not at
the door barking being I believe they were
both looking for Judy/mom to come home 🙂
She should be home soon.  LOL Rocky’s in
here with one of his squeaky toys and he’s
wanting me to play with him.  Benny was in
the living room playing with another squeaky
toy,  but he has even strolled in here hehehe.
They are both right behind me staring at me
with those play with me eyes 🙂  I stopped
for a brief to play with them,  but back to
the journal.  I need to get this done,  but
it is hard hehehe being Rocky is running
all over the place with squeaky toys and
stopping ever so often to look at me LOL.
Benny has decided to lie down in his doggy
bed next to the radiator heater.  I had to
go check on Rocky.  he got too quiet and
when he gets quiet,  it means he is up to
no good LOL.  He knocked the pillows off
of our bed and tumped over Judy’s trash
can.  Nothing big LOL.  Anyways,  it’s
time for me to tell you what I tell you
almost ever week and that is,  I wrote
some more poems and haiku.  Yeppers,
10 more poems,  but as normal here lately
I wrote a few more due to the picture
poetry,  6 to be more precise and 2
of the poems are sort of Christmassy.
I also wrote once again 22 more haiku
for all of the haiku lovers out there.
I hope that you can find at least 1 or 2
of either or both that you like.  Before
I wind this up,  I want to again pitch
our brand new book Pearce’s Poetry
Pictures.  You can find a link to the
book at the very end of the poetry
and haiku along with links to all of
Judy’s other books.  I hope that you
will tell your friends about them.  So
Ok,  enough with my sales pitch 🙂
Now to see if I can find that hardly
elusive off switch,  but not before
I wish you a blessings filled week.
Remember,  Jesus loves you and
we do too.  Ok,  so where are you
hiding this week?  I don’t see any
movement as I usually do hehehe.
LOL I take that back.  I just saw
a bit of movement behind my nose
drops hehehe.  Ya almost toppled
the bottle didn’t ya?  Guess what?
Gotcha,  see ya CLICK zzzzzzzzzzzz.

P.S  A link to our brand new book
Pearce’s Poetry Pictures
is at the end of the journal along
with all of the others.  Enjoy 🙂

Now it’s on with the poems and haiku
10+6 and 22 hehehehehehehehehehe 🙂

The Moon So Bright

When night falls near
with stars in sight
a scene is found
the moon so bright.
A sweet round orb
that’s often seen
as a magical story
a wonderful dream.
A large round  ball
that shines in the sky
is a momentous scene
for birds that fly.
Seeing their imprints
in sync with the moon
and hearing the sounds
of a nearby loon.
Each moment found
is a pure delight
blessings from Heaven
the moon so bright.

©By Bill Pearce
Nov 7,  2016

Snowy Trees

Winters of Christmas
might not have a sign
of Christmas lights lit up
in the dark night to shine.
Yet with a glimmer
of a white snowy view
Christmas is welcomed,
a most wonderful hue.
Snowy trees standing
with branches so high
in the wintertime’s scenes
as snowflakes will fly.
Deep snow has gathered
to paint many sights
scenes within Christmas,
the days and the nights.
Each moment’s flavor
displays snowy seas
and when you look up
you see snowy trees.
Then when the wind blows
the tree limbs will sway
shaking the snow off
their daily display.
Yet as the snowflakes
continue to fall
those white snowy trees
might just catch it all.
The Christmastime scene
then continues its while,
those white snowy trees,
more snow to compile.

©By Bill Pearce
Nov 7,  2016

Endearing Thoughts

The skies of gray
might find your face
with empty thoughts,
an untied lace.
Endearing thoughts,
can become seen
when clouds of gray
become a stream.
Then some blue
will find a way
to show on through
the clouds of gray.
Endearing thoughts
of wondrous things
can enhance
as angels sing.
It’s with the sight
beyond the sound
that brings us peace
to then be found.
The stages seen
that times expose
might be thorns
of a gorgeous rose.
Peace will come
as clouds of time
sent as love
from God Divine.
Many blessings
will defrost
through the gray
endearing thoughts.

©By Bill Pearce
Nov 8,  2016

Painted Poppy

Little flower
orange display
painted in a
wondrous way,
won’t you sing
a song of joy
as the painter
did employ.
Painted poppy
scene of time
you are now
a painted rhyme.
Seen by others
timeless hue
painted poppy
someone drew.
Your true essence
came alive
as the painter
did contrive.
Painted poppy
stems of green
now you’re here
a wondrous scene.

©By Bill Pearce
Nov 8,  2016

A Small Waterfall

A time was found
one summers day
when life became
an active play.
We saw some geese
in waters blue
that rested there,
then off they flew.
Right beside them
was a stage,
a scene created
age to age.
A small waterfall
poured its mind
into the way
of time to time.
We stood watching
for a while
snapping pictures
with a smile.
The moment passed
for futures call
to leave the sight
a small waterfall.

©By Bill Pearce
Nov 8,  2016

Beyond Anger

Threads of life
are tied in knots
as ones anger
becomes lost.
Lengthy patterns
stories told
minutes ticking
time so bold.
Beyond anger
life is found
turning smiles
to upside down.
Echoes being
all that’s said
when our anger
fills with dread.
Signs of times
with different speeds
anger becomes
planted seeds.
Then the future
is in danger
finding fragments
beyond anger.

©By Bill Pearce
Nov 9,  2016

Whisperings Of Nature

A silent bird flying
in a blue cloudy sky
gives but a whisper
that life can’t deny.
Momentary minutes
will become such a view
whisperings of nature
in the sky oh so blue.
Scenes are the stages
with aromatic ways
whispering the settings
of some wonderful days.
Nature with it’s voices,
grasses and seas
becomes many pictures
with flowers and trees.
Whisperings of nature
that so many hear
are a cow,  a buffalo,
elk,  moose or deer.
Meadows of scenery
come alive as a dream
whisperings of nature
of a fast moving stream.
A story that is written
as words that many see
becomes but a voice
within our history.
Whisperings of nature
as a living painted view
becomes as a moment
beneath the sky of blue.

©By Bill Pearce
Nov 9,  2016

Distorted Views

The days, the ways
our times record
become as paths
some can’t afford.
Distorted views
of moments gaze
becomes so often
others ways.
The times, the dimes
throughout our lives
are with questions
hows and whys.
Questions delusions
so many find
in their distorted
points in time.
The scenes,  the means
of moments news
is sometimes just
distorted views.

©By Bill Pearce
Nov 10,  2016

Long Awaited

Time for daylight,
time for dark,
time for moments
to embark.
Scenes discovered
timeless so,
long awaited
to and fro.
Minutes gather
now and then,
long awaited
will begin.
Yet impatience
ever more
becomes as
an open door.
A time to find
a new today,
long awaited
will and way.
Themes of dreams
come in sight
maybe wrong
or maybe right.
It’s with patience
time will show
long awaited
where to go.

©By Bill Pearce
Nov 10,  2016

A Painted Stream

A piece of art
a timeless show
a painted stream
will surely flow.
Seen as abstract
then foretells
a painted stream
that time impels.
Waters flowing
sights to see
found beside
a real tall tree.
Then the essence
waters blue
becomes what
the viewers view.
With a moment
time becomes
a painted stream
that surely runs.
Through the trees
to then expose
a painted stream
of where it flows.

©By Bill Pearce
Nov 10,  2016

The Buffalo

Fields of grasses
growing green
paint a picture
as a dream.
A buffalo
within the view
is painted as
a dream come true.
Mountains gaze
is found to be
with buffalo
to surely see.
The buffalo
is such a sight
that it stands
with will and might.
A painted scene
becomes a time
the buffalo
the great design.

©By Bill Pearce
Nov 10,  2016

Santa Claus Lane

One day on a journey
I saw such a sight
a man on the corner
that was to my right.
He looked like old Santa
on Santa Claus Lane
as he stood by the sign
that did so proclaim.
He had a white beard
and red jacket on
as he just stood watching
while I walked along.
This man with whiskers
looked clearly at me
with a twinkle in his eyes
so clear I could see.
He had a great smile
and a wonderful laugh
as he went Ho Ho Ho
while I walked on past.
On Santa Claus Lane
I’ll remember so clear
that I saw him one day
before Christmas was here.
He still stands awaiting
in my dreams in the night
on Santa Claus Lane
a wonderful sight.
The scene is a moment of
Christmas divine
that will forever
be found on my mind.

©By Bill Pearce
Nov 11,  2016

A Birthday Wish

Another age,
another time
a birthday wish
for things to find.
Candles burning
all about
a birthday wish
to then blow out.
Time’s a minute
gathered true
ages counted
more to view.
A birthday wish
so many find
as they’re seen
a point and time.
The stage is set
with birthday cake
ages found
with more to make.

©By Bill Pearce
Nov 12,  2016


Upon a fence
of wood one day
I saw some daisies
found in May.
Now they’re just
a memory
a painted sight
for me to see.
The painter painted
them so sweet
looking good
enough to eat.
These daisies seem
to be alive
upon the fence
they do contrive.
Climbing up
the daisies grow
as the painter
paints them so.
Then as artwork
they become
a painters work
that’s surely done.

©By Bill Pearce
Nov 12,  2016

The Shadow Owl

A midnight clear
displays a sight
amidst the moon
that shines at night.
The shadow owl
it looks around
through the sky
and on the ground.
Within the scene
a tree had grown
to give the owl
a hooting home.
A shadow found
as branches sway
through the night
and into day.
The shadow owl
a scary scene
can become
moments dream.
Found by night
a moonlight fowl
is a scene
the shadow owl.

©By Bill Pearce
Nov 12,  2016

A Little Smile

When there’s troubled
sights to see
find a doorway
set it free.
Using peaceful
as your tool
can end moments
as the fool.
A little smile
from days gone by
can be helpful
and here’s why.
The little smile
that others see
might just blossom
you and me.
Becoming scenes
of day and night
a little smile
ones can unite.

©By Bill Pearce
Nov 12,  2016

for Nov 12,  2016

Time is a moment
that many will waste away
thinking they have time.

Life is a feather
that floats in our existence
with each breath of air.

Within a doorway
answers might be very clear,
but the wrong answers.

Listing your problems
will not guarantee changes,
for we need action.

Looking out windows
can often cause us to dream
of a better life.

Judging each other
could become an empty life,
for we are unique.

Blindly making steps
could land you in a puddle
filled with much regret.

A forest of trees
can become a grave of life
as fear fills the void.

Trouble comes knocking
at the most unprepared times,
so stay on your guard.

Without some water
a flower has not a chance
to show its beauty.

The seasons of sun
become doorways to winter
as snowflakes will fall.

Shadows in the night
can become things that we fear
if we allow them.

Shelter from a storm
can often become the storm
as we run to it.

Stars seen glimmering
might of expired years ago
and be only light.

Harvesting changes
does not promise a good crop,
for it might poison.

In the afterlife
ones spirits might float freely
seeking other life.

Need is confusion
while want becomes many needs
lost in a whirlwind.

Imagining fear
can make it to come to life
as fear takes over.

As a life finds end
a new beginning awaits
filled with mysteries.

Allowing troubles
to become your every thought
will not give you peace.

Moonlight on meadows
provides a painter with scenes
to put on canvas.

The midnight hours
hold the keys to perception
that darkness can hide.

©By Bill Pearce
Nov 12,  2016

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