Abstract Bluebird

ANIMAL’S GREETINGS

Hello my friends

It’s another week gone by and we’re
still among the living.  Fall is upon us
and it’s been getting cooler with each
passing day.  It’s been in the mid 50’s
for the passed few days and the nights
have been in 30’s and 40’s,  Fahrenheit
that is LOL.  Celsius that would be on
the warm side hehehe. Nope,  the 30’s
F would be like 3 to minus 1 degree C.
So whenever speaking of how cold or
hot it is,  I am using Fahrenheit,  not
Celsius.  I’m still a Texan,  remember
that hehehe.  Right now at 5:30 PM it
is 50 F degrees.  It got down to 38 F
early this morning and the forecast for
tomorrow morning is 36.  Winter’s not
too far away.  Judy and I are planning
on sometime this week making a trip
back down to Baxter State Park for
fall foliage pictures.  I called the park
rangers the other day and they said
the leaves have begun changing,  so
look out park here we come.  We’re
not sure when we will go yet,  but we
will.  OK so what else is happening up
this way?  Well,  Judy and all of her
sisters and daughters have seemed to
of got hooked on painting.  They are
all getting pretty good.  They had a
craft night last weekend (Saturday).
Judy made a scarecrow out of hat 🙂
It’s cute.  She hung it on the wall in
here.  Judy has been doing a lot of
painting.  As a matter of fact she’s
painting an abstract bluebird right
now.  Both Benny and Rocky are in
the floor right between Judy and I
just snoring away LOL.  Thank God
they finally wore themselves out LOL.
They were running all over the place
back and forth from the living room
back into here.  They went outside
a few times and we had hoped they
would run off all that energy outside,
but NO.  I wish I had half of their
energy hehehe.  Yet,  for now,  they
are out of it,  sound asleep and you
ask,  how do I know they are sound
asleep.  LOL I accidentally bumped
Rocky with my foot and he didn’t
even budge.  Still snoring hehehe 🙂
Judy’s coming right along with her
bluebird.  I think it’s looking quite
nice.  I have yet to of gotten back to
the painting that I began a week or
3 ago LOL.  I guess painting’s just
not in my blood.  I’m more of a poet
than a painter.  But I will one day
get back to the painting I began and
finish it.  Although I have recently
had a different idea of what to end
the painting as,  which might be a
little harder than what I was going
to do in the beginning hehehe.  Oh
well,  life goes on.  It’s just that the
painting has been postponed hehehe.
I did a few more picture poems using
pictures that Judy’s painted and ones
we have taken as time has passed.  If
you are not on Facebook,  but would
like to see some of the picture poems,
then let me know and I’ll send some
to you.  Judy and I got an invite to
my daughter’s wedding December 3.
Sad to say,  we are unable to make
the journey.  Especially in December.
We will be having to invest in heating
oil,  not to mention the price for the
drive is not in our budget.  But Judy
and I are hoping to one day in the
future make another drive to Texas
and visit and hopefully even be able
to make a trip down to Port Aransas
which is one of our favorite places.
Sadly our last drive to Texas in 2014
was cut short because our dog Milo
was sick and we needed to get him
back home.  We were wanting to do
a lot more than we did when we were
in Texas,  but even our car died.  My
mom gave us her car and bought her
another one so that Judy, I and the
boys could get back home.  That
was a sad moment.  That old Mazda
was with me for over 19 years and
she was a good car.  LOL now she’s
in automobile Heaven if there is such
a thing 🙂  Milo is also in Heaven now
as Cancer took his life. But I’m sure
he’s prancing in the fields as he waits
for us at Rainbow Bridge.  Now we
have Rocky and he’s got many of
Milo’s qualities aside from being a
lot younger and with a WHOLE LOT
more energy hehehe.  Yeppers,  God
has been good to us and made sure
that we had what we needed and He
still has us in His mighty hands.  Well,
it’s 47 degrees now.  LOL again,  that
is not Centigrade or Celsius.  We might
be turning on our radiator heaters soon,
but for now,  it’s not too cold.  We’ll do
without them as long as we can being
our light bill is already $150. LOL 🙂
Social Security only goes so far ya know.
We’ll survive as long as God intends us
to.  The boys have awoken and Benny
is now in the living room and Rocky
is sitting right behind me playing with
a squeaky toy LOL.  He just ran out
of the room,  maybe to try and find his
brother.  Back to romper room LOL.
We love those boys.  They gives us
tons of smiles.  Oh yea,  our youngest
grandson Christian came and spent
Friday and Saturday with us.  We
always enjoy having him come and
visit.  We watched gaming videos and
whatnot as we usually do on my PC.
He usually brings his tablet PC with
him just in case I’m busy writing, but
I had already gotten all of my writing
done before he got here.  So it seems
that the Pearce’s Place is still active.
God is still in control as He always is
and shall be.  I know I have misery
in my life,  but I’m thankful for the
many blessings that He has given me
that totally outweigh the misery.  Our
journey is but a second,  a minute and
a day,  for anything after that is just
a guess and not yet in our view.  Look
beyond the misery and find the many
blessings that you may have let to
pass your view.  I guess it’s time for
me to be taking my little journey back
through all that I’ve written here 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 near the
beginning of my rambling while I was
talking about Judy’s painting hehehe.
So here goes.  I hope I can write
something that makes sense using it.

Abstract Bluebird

A little bluebird
timeless fact
made a painting
found abstract.
Just a thought of
times details
finds a pattern
life compels.
Abstract bluebird
of the mind
might just be a
point and time.
Found as artwork
things to do
sometimes peace is
painted blue.
With a moment
seemed absurd
peace is found,
abstract bluebird.

©By Bill Pearce
Sept 25,  2016

LOL there ya go.  Yes,  the poem is about
Judy’s painting that she just did.  The title
just jumped out at me hehehe.  Anyway,  I
hope you enjoyed my rambling and maybe
even liked the poem a little 🙂  if not,  then
I’m so sorry hehehe.  No I’m not mwahaha.
In any sense I at least maybe amused you
a tad.  Rocky is back in his doggy bed.  I
guess he wasn’t quite rested up.  This room
looks like a toy box.  He’s brought almost
all of the toys from the toy box in our room
and strung them out all over the floor LOL.
I sure wish we could teach him to put his
toys away hehehe.  Yeah,  that’s pretty
much a dream I’m sure LOL.  Oh well,
at least the toys are being enjoyed.  His
brother Benny only has 1 or 2 toys that
he likes to play with and of course he’s
getting old and not filled with as much
spunk as he had when we got him 🙂
But he still gets into his rambunctious
modes.  When we mentioned going for
a walk in the field or for a drive,  he’s all
ecstatic and making all kinds of noise.
When heading out in the field,  Benny’s
most times leading the way with Rocky
close by and often running side by side.
They truly love one another and look
out for each other.  So I reckon 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,  but as I’ve
done in the passed few weeks, I wrote
a few more which were for picture
poems and that ups the count to 17 🙂
Nope no Christmas poems this week,
but 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 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’s left of it and
a truly blessed week.  Remember,
Jesus loves you and we do too.  Now
where is that ornery off switch hiding
this week?  Hmmm,  LOL I’m seeing
a bit of shaking from under a paper
towel that it lying right in front of me.
I guess you were cold huh hehehehe.
Trying to warm up under that paper
towel were ya!  Hehehe it’s only 64 F
degrees in here.  That’s not that cold.
Oh well LOL,  I guess you’ve got thin
blood.  Gotcha,  see ya CLICK zzzzzz.

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

P.S  A link to Judy’s new book as at
the end of the journal along with the
others.  Enjoy 🙂

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

Harbored Thoughts

A sunset evening
brings forth a sight,
now just a harbor
of moments delight.
Found in the minutes
timeless detail
thoughts unending
surely set sail.
Harbored thoughts
of memories
funfilled days
of beach side seas
Thoughts so wondrous
time goes on
seasons recorded
now are gone.
Yet those moments
are not lost,
for they’re surely
harbored thoughts.

©By Bill Pearce
Sept 19,  2016

Waves Come Crashing

Journals of a wave
are a distant shore
words of an ocean
that many adore.
Waves come crashing
bringing their words
joined by the sound
of so many birds.
It tells of seasons
children splashing,
summertime’s days
waves come crashing.
The essence of it
grows as a heart
with waves of time
of which to impart.
The morning brings
a reflected scene
waves come crashing
as aquamarine.

©By Bill Pearce
Sept 19,  2016

Sunrise Sky

Walking on the beach
in sands morning sun,
our cameras seem to find
a new day that’s begun.
A sunrise sky
as a bright orange gaze,
with a glow that shines
in the mornings waves.
Distant as a thought,
waves crashing through,
a sunrise sky
creates such a view.
Seeming as magic
the morning sun glows
as a beacon of time
like a fiery rose.
Blossoming truly
with more to apply
the beginning of day
in a sunrise sky.

©By Bill Pearce
Sept 19,  2016

Life’s Reflection

Seen as ripples
glazed as glass
life’s reflection
shows the past.
Timeless moments
counted true
life’s reflection
comes in view.
Ripples mildly
flow upon
glistened minutes
moments pond.
Some fall colors
coincide
life’s reflection
far and wide.
Then as memoirs
unfold scenes
life’s reflection
creates dreams.

©By Bill Pearce
Sept 20,  2016

An Evening Sky

Mountains outlining
the distant scene
an evening sky
looks so serene.
Just like a painting
more than a stroke
painted by Heaven
as minutes uncloak.
An evening sky
of such display
is found within
the end of day.
Mountainous scenes
of orange and yellow
that play a song
as a scenic cello.
Magical music
that comes in view
as the mountains
bid their adieu.
Strums of strings
an evening sky
is song and dance
to say goodbye.

©By Bill Pearce
Sept 20,  2016

Inside A Dream

Hope is flourished,
a sailboat’s desire
inside a dream
of which to aspire.
A distant horizon
is painted with blue
inside a dream
of a magical hue.
Seasons of summer
as oceans and waves
bring alive dreams,
some wonderful days.
Inside a dream
sometime is displayed
as ones are sailing
a seasons cascade.
Time is a portion
of momentous skies
inside a dream
of sailboats premise.

©By Bill Pearce
Sept 20,  2016

Another Dance

Steps in time,
a waltz or two,
a change in life
will come in view.
Another dance
a riddled rhyme
becomes a day
another time.
The scenes we see
that come alive
can then become
a jump and jive.
Without lessons
one might think
another dance
will surely sink,
but the times
of life’s romance
can become
another dance.

©By Bill Pearce
Sept 21,  2016

Through The Heart

Minutes change
as times report,
some as long
and some as short.
Through the heart
ones eyes can see
a life of love
or past debris.
The choice is ours
to look beyond
the saddened times
for brighter dawn.
Places and faces
of then and there,
through the heart
can find a prayer.
Allowing sadness
to go away
will then allow
a brighter day.
Through the heart
can then be found,
life of love
God’s solid ground.

©By Bill Pearce
Sept 21,  2016

Different Roads

Turns discerned
of roads of miles,
often have some
bitter smiles.
Laughter hidden
troubled loads,
needing times of
different roads.
Scenes that pass
at just a glance,
different roads
might give a chance.
Stages set up,
different scenes,
different roads
might lead to dreams.
Leaving nightmares
heavy loads,
you might need some
different roads.

©By Bill Pearce
Sept 21,  2016

As A Cloud Floats By

Morning is a picture
painted in the sky
displayed as artwork
as a cloud floats by.
The painting is changing
with each minute there
as a cloud floats by
with the slightest of air.
Movement’s recorded
as seasons delight
as a cloud floats by
from daylight to night.
The sky’s as a window
of scenic blue tint
as a cloud floats by
that seems heaven sent.
A page of a journal
written in the sky
is a white fluffy dream
as a cloud floats by.

©By Bill Pearce
Sept 21,  2016

Autumn’s Leaves

Across a lake,
a gentle breeze
rustles all of
autumn’s leaves.
With some geese
in waters waves
autumn’s leaves
display the days.
Ripples gently
thereunto
autumn’s leaves
complete the view.
The style of time
that meets my eyes
becomes blessings
in disguise.
The colors magic,
autumn’s leaves
are within
what life achieves.
For with geese
that gather there
autumn’s leaves
are everywhere.

©By Bill Pearce
Sept 21,  2016

The Crane

This bird it stands
so very tall
spring through summer
onto fall.
The crane is fishing
food to eat
in the drink
with such a feat.
The sun is setting
on his view
reflecting light
a wondrous hue.
This bird so tall
within the gaze
now just watches
evenings ways.
Some birds above him
fly on by
while he looks up
at the sky.
He’s made a choice
to just remain
and stand and watch,
for he’s the crane.

©By Bill Pearce
Sept 21,  2016

A Road To Fall

Rhythms of tires
roll down the way,
finding the colors
of autumns array.
A road to fall
with trees of style
paves the way
for autumns mile.
Scenic stories
tell a tale,
a road to fall
the holy grail.
Still the rhythms
tires are heard,
a road to fall
every single word.
Singing of colors
on trees so tall,
this is the story,
a road to fall.

©By Bill Pearce
Sept 21,  2016

As Silence Becomes

Oceans of mornings
with timeless detail
display the stories
that will never fail.
Time is a heartbeat
with waves evermore,
as silence becomes some
seabirds that soar.
The bright orange horizon
with colorful clouds
displays the patterns
of so distant shrouds.
Ships out at sea
are finding what’s true,
as silence becomes some
waves crashing through.
Yet from the sea shore
that bright orange array
displays the colors
of a wonderful day.

©By Bill Pearce
Sept 21,  2016

A Little Barn

Within a field
of grasses green
a little barn
is surely seen.
Amidst some trees
it stands alone
a TV dish,
but not a phone.
A little barn,
a photograph
now just seems
a moments past.
Sawhorse standing
lean and tall
and a table
by the wall.
A little barn
is standing true
of gray and brown
within my view.

©By Bill Pearce
Sept 22,  2016

A Sweet Summer’s Day

A blue sky of summer
becomes as a place
for some bike riders
and dogs to keep pace.
A field full of beauty
with green grass of time,
a summer’s day surely
is then so divine.
Seeming as a painting,
yet one not of man,
a summer’s day tinted
with a wide scope of land.
From home to the field
the bike rider’s view
sees the green grass
and the deep sky of blue.
Clouds floating briskly
as they go their way
scenes of bike riders
on a sweet summer’s day.

©By Bill Pearce
Sept 22,  2016

Times Connections

True love is displayed
when time is asleep,
times connections
are then found so deep.
Love in a moments time
displayed with style
becomes a storyline
God did compile.
Times connections
of moments and means
finds then the pathways
filled full of dreams.
Heaven is a portion
of poured out display,
times connections
of day after day.
Hold fast to true love
and don’t let it die,
for it needs you together
to not say goodbye.

©By Bill Pearce
Sept 22,  2016

Haiku
for Sept 24 2016

Remembered problems
can become problems today
if lessons aren’t learned.

A challenge of time
is often a brand new tool
to be used one day.

Within scenic views
you can find another sight
that needs magnified.

A peaceful river
might become a raging mind
with too much water.

Various turnstiles
will give view to brighter days
while others will not.

A changing season
gives way to a another sight
that needs its moment.

Another minute
brings us another moment
to try to do good.

Onlooking people
will often not see right now
as it fades from sight.

Many disasters
are actually designers
of a brand new day.

Lack of believing
does not change reality,
for truth does exist.

An opened doorway
can be a welcoming sign
of evil or good.

Fearless is not good,
for one without any fear,
will jump to their death.

Pathways through snowstorms
are often hidden footprints
that you cannot see.

Silence emerging
can bring fear to a moment
if it’s too quiet.

Yesterdays thinking
is not always today’s thoughts,
for each day is new.

Marks on some paper
are the remains of a time
that might just be marks.

Years in existence
show many patterns of life
and how we view them.

From childhood to old
we find ourselves repeating
things that we have done.

Ignorance is bliss
unless it concerns our lives
and then it’s deadly.

Dividing people
only leaves many in want
for another view.

The difference seen
might just be the outer shell
with the same insides.

Change is a value
that many seek for through want,
but not what they need.

©By Bill Pearce
Sept 24,  2016

Judy’s newest books (Pearlescent)
and (Just Get Up And dance) can be
found here which has all of her books.
Take a look sometime.
http://www.amazon.com/Judy-Pearce/e/B00N5CW382
My wife Judy’s Poetry other books 🙂
{Moonlight and Owls by Judy Pearce}
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/moonlight-and-owls-judy-pearce/1114669533?ean=9781630009021
and her newest
{Hello My Name Is Benny}
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/hello-my-name-is-benny-judy-pearce/1120261452?ean=9781627721400
They can also be found at Amazon
http://www.drawingart.net
Ben Geurts Drawing Art site
and Old Fashioned Christmas site
http://www.anoldfashionedchristmas.com/
My Animal’s Greetings site below
http://www.animalsgreetings.com/
One of my friends sites below
http://christianpraise.net/
and once again the poetry contest at
Whisperpoetry
http://www.whisperpoetry.com/
http://www.blueturtlecrossing.com/
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Christian_Free_Style_Poetry
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/poets_playwrights_prophets_pixies
Me on YouTube
http://www.youtube.com/poetbill
Your frosty friend Bill 🙂

Time Is Marching

ANIMAL’S GREETINGS

Hello my friends

It’s been a nice passed week.  Last Tuesday
we went to Houlton Farms Ice Cream in town
for the last time this year.  Today was the last
day it would be opened.  It closes up when the
kids start back to school.  It’s mostly school
kids that operate it.  Anyways,  we went three
times this year and got ice cream 🙂  This last
time we both got a parfait,  mmm yummy 🙂
Judy has been trying to help the rest of the
family get her brothers house ready for him
to come home.  It needs a lot of work,  but it
will get done.  Ricky is not doing well at all,
but he doesn’t want his last days to be in the
nursing home.  We hope that it will all go well,
but time will tell.  So,  next topic.  The weather
has been fairly nice.  In the 60’s and 70’s F.
Right now at 4:26 PM it’s 69 F and looking a
little rainy.  It rained a little bit last night,  but
nothing of a grand scale.  The high for today
is supposed to be 73 F,  but I don’t think it’s
gonna make it.  Judy had craft night again
last night at her sister’s house and they did
a Halloween theme.  Judy decorated some
mason jars and they look pretty cool.  They
have all gotten into painting and they are all
getting pretty good.  Judy’s right behind me
sitting at her desk painting at this moment.
She’s painting a teddy bear 🙂  I’ve used a
few of her paintings for picture poetry and
they’ve come out pretty nice.  I’m so proud
of her.  She’s the gifted one in this family.
All I can do is scribble or type a few words
on a piece of paper or in an email.  I’m sure
most of it nobody reads LOL.  Though I’m
glad I have the ability to get my thoughts
out of my head and into writing,  because
otherwise  my head would explode hehehe.
I think if it were not for my writing ability
and rhythm,  I would of been dead years
ago.  Nah,  I’m sure a few of you read my
writings.  I can tell by your comments 🙂
Yeppers,  combined with my weird sense
of humor,  my life has been hanging on
by a thread, I might add, at times 🙂 LOL.
My love for photography is also a large
contributor to my life.  I simply love to
take pictures of things such as scenery,
people and pets.  Judy has also got that
component of life about her.  That’s one
of the things that brought us together and
holds us together.  So what else is there
to ramble about?  Hmm!  Well,  I think
Benny is having winter fever.  He loves
snow and I can see it in his eyes.  He’s
outside now sitting under the car looking
out at the driveway,  more than likely in
a fantasy world.  Last year when we got
Rocky,  he proved to be a snow loving
pooch also, as the first day of snow saw
them both running side by side out into
the midst of it,  bouncing around putting
their faces into the snow LOL.  Yeppers,
we’ve got 2 snow loving dogs and it’s a
good thing,  because they’ve got a snow
loving dad 🙂  I think Benny can tell that
the weather is getting cooler with each
passing day.  The high for tomorrow is
supposed to be 67 F,  which is quite nice
in my book.  In another couple of months
we’ll have to buy some heating oil,  but
not yet.  If we need to use the furnace we
still have maybe 30 gallons of heating oil
leftover from last year.  I hope that the
oil prices don’t start going back up too
soon.  Of course,  there’s nothing that
we can do about that.  We’ll survive as
long as we’re meant to survive 🙂  The
sky is still looking cloudy outside.  Rain
is in the forecast for tomorrow.  I bet
there’s a few Texans that would love to
have some weather like we’re having 🙂
Of course that would all change when
wintertime comes upon us LOL.  Oh
well,  we get to have a white Christmas
along with the beauty of the snow and
all that it creates.  Snow can make even
the ugliest house to look like a painting.
Time is marching on and autumn will
soon be knocking on our door.  Then,
Judy and I will be heading back down
to Baxter State Park to take some fall
photos.  We’re both looking forward to
that.  God has shown us many blessings
and I could not be more thankful.  My
past was a nightmare,  but it had a few
dreams within it,  such as my lovely
daughter and granddaughter.  Many
of the friends that I have met have also
became family to me.  Even through
darkness of the storms,  I found a few
silver linings to make it all worth while.
Thank You God for all that You have
given me and shown me.  My blessings
are great.  So,  now I guess it’s time
for me to be taking a little trip 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 and so it’s away that
I go to that lil place of my recollection
that I always like to call RECOLLECT
VILLE.  I think I found a decent title
just a few lines back.  Now to see if I
can write anything read worthy using
it LOL.  Here goes.

Time Is Marching

Footsteps making
place in time
leaving footprints
own design.
Time is marching
there and to
leaving then
a moment’s view.
Life’s cascading
like a falls
leaving shadows
on the walls.
Time is marching
face to face
leaving lessons
to enlace.
Words of wisdom,
sight and sound,
time is marching
all around.

©By Bill Pearce
Sept 18,  2016

Well  there ya go.  I hope the poem made
at least a little bit of sense to you and you
were not just left scratching your head 🙂
Also I hope that my rambling didn’t bore
you to tears and put you to sleep unless of
course you needed rest and then I guess
I’m happy to help LOL.  I had to stop for
a moment to give Benny a little butt wash.
He had a poopy butt.  He didn’t want to
come back inside and I could tell why by
the way he was looking at me cowering,
but after a lil coaxing I managed to get
him to come inside and now after a lil
bath he’s all spunky again 🙂  Oh yea,
I’ve got some great news.  My daughter
Jamye is soon to be married to Brennon
Ewen.  I can tell that Jamye is happier
than I have ever seen her.  Brennon is
a great guy.  He’s a police officer and
a decent man.  I’m sure he will make
Jamye a wonderful husband and Sami
a great step dad.  I look forward to the
day that I meet him in person.  He plays
guitar hehehe,  so him and Sami  can
jam with me whenever they make it up
this way 🙂  So,  I guess that’s all of the
news.  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 with
2 of them being sort of Christmassy.
I did though get sort of carried away
again and wrote 7 extra poems, so that
ups the total to 17.  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.
So all that’s left is for me to begin my
search for that off switch that’s terrible
at hiding,  but not before I wish you
a wonderful weekend or whatever’s
left of it and a truly blessings filled
week.  Remember,  Jesus loves you
and we do too.  Now,  where is that
ornery off switch hiding this time?
Hmm,  I think I spy with my 1 good
eye a bit of movement behind the jar of
Pro Sense Tear Stain remover hehehe.
LOL hiding behind the boys medicines
now are ya?  Well,  not bad,  but you
could do better by not always peeking
out to see if I can see you.  Maybe next
week 🙂  Gotcha,  see ya CLICK zzzzz.

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

P.S  A link to Judy’s new book as at
the end of the journal along with the
others.  Enjoy 🙂

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

Out To Sea

Rowing in a little boat
through rolling waves of time
out to sea one struggles on
to see what he can find.
The waves come crashing
trying to hold him back,
but through desperation
he stays on track.
Rowing just knowing
that he’ll make it through
while he’s out to sea
in the ocean of blue.
The scenes he’s seeing
are quickly the past,
for soon he looks back
and sees shadows cast.
Rowing in a little boat
his pathways applaud
for he had the strength
that was given from God.

©By Bill Pearce
Sept 14,  2016

The Fisherman

This man he fishes
in mornings sun,
the fisherman
has then begun.
The waves roll in
upon his feet,
but he still fishes
food to eat.
The fisherman
tosses his line
into the waves
of rolling time.
The echoes heard
are clear to hear
as seagulls sing
like yesteryear.
The fisherman
patiently waits
to see the food
to fill his plates.
The waves roll in
and still abide
to give his bait
a bumpy ride.
He still fishes
on and on
in the mornings
early dawn.
Time is nothing
but a plan
to catch some fish,
the fisherman.

©By Bill Pearce
Sept 14,  2016

Before You Know It

Each day brings stories,
times to see
that then become
our history.
The minutes tick on
day to day
as shadows gleam
a wondrous way.
Those Christmas mornings
times remembered,
thoughts of Santa,
gifts delivered.
Scenes as essence
red and green
before you know it,
it is seen.
The songs that are sung
of which we know,
we often hear
on the radio.
Before you know it,
it will be here,
the time for giving
Christmas cheer.
The places remembered
from our past
might just be
a shadows cast,
but before you know it,
it will show,
in many places
Christmas snow.
Scenes with wonderful
timeless ages,
lights lit up
with Christmas stages.
A manger scene
with angels singing,
before you know it
the bells will be ringing.
The lights of Christmas
day and night,
before you know it
you will delight.
It’s not the presents
that bring the joy,
it’s the blessings
to enjoy.
Being grateful
for life to live
and then also
sought to give.
So hold on to wishes
for they might come true,
as the season
shares them with you
Before you know it,
it will be here,
Christmastime
is coming near.

©By Bill Pearce
Sept 14,  2016

Staring At The Stars

Me and my doggy
stare at the sky,
searching the stars
up so very high.
The stars all twinkle
a word or two
to me and my doggy,
those stars in view.
It seems as a story,
it seems as a tale,
staring at the stars
the night skies compel.
Just like a good book
to read in the night,
the stars envelop
our every sight.
Me and my doggy
search out there so far
while sat together
staring at the stars.

©By Bill Pearce
Sept 14,  2016

The Style Of Time

A stage of an age
with timeless complexion
brings heartbeats alive
in a wondrous collection.
It’s the style of time
that greatly exposes
that many don’t see
due to snubbed up noses.
The lives of many
are counted as smiles
as the style of time
flows down many aisles.
Memories portioned
through a looking glass
as the style of time
that comes to pass.
The seasons will show
the greatest design
sweetly remembered,
the style of time.

©By Bill Pearce
Sept 15,  2016

A Life’s Journey

Hands without no one
and ones with a lot
leaves ones to wonder
what all that they’ve got.
Without a sad time,
but with better days
displays many journeys
of some wanted arrays.
For sinking ships of life
may not have some oars,
but still be with smiles
as their moments time soars.
It’s the view within with
or without what shall be
that concludes of the sight
or way that ones see.
We might see ones lacking
in what all we’ve got,
yet with or without
they might have a lot.
For ones filled with greed
and pockets with holes
are with or without
a life’s wanted goals.
Yet a life’s journey
with very few needs
with or without
finds God intercedes.

©By Bill Pearce
Sept 15,  2016

Across The Way

Standing on some
rocks with waves
time is billowed
timeless days.
Scenes as echoes
time that’s found,
across the way
is solid ground.
Waves a crashing
on the shore,
scenes collected
I adore.
Across the way
behind my eyes,
the sea displays
some foggy skies.
Blue with passion
day to day,
I still dream
across the way.

©By Bill Pearce
Sept 15,  2016

Summer’s Pond

Tiny ripples
so precise,
summer’s pond
beneath the skies.
Seasons threshold
finds a clue,
grasses growing
thereunto.
Summer’s pond
is there to show,
it gives essence
grass to grow.
As we pass by
then and there,
summer’s pond
is unaware.
It just ripples
in its way
with its stories
day to day.

©By Bill Pearce
Sept 15,  2016

With Or Without

Hands without no one
and ones with a lot
leaves ones to wonder
what all that they’ve got.
Without a sad time,
but with better days
displays many journeys
of some wanted arrays.
For sinking ships of life
may not have some oars,
but still be with smiles
as their moments time soars.
It’s the view within with
or without what shall be
that concludes of the sight
or way that ones see.
We might see ones lacking
in what all we’ve got,
yet with or without
they might have a lot.
For ones filled with greed
and pockets with holes
are with or without
a life’s wanted goals.
Yet a life’s journey
with very few needs
with or without
finds God intercedes.

©By Bill Pearce
Sept 15,  2016

My Dad And I

The years have passed
and time has told
my dad and I
from days of old.
The pages turned
and now I see
my dad and I
through history.
The years ahead
of timeless days
brought us through
a moments maze.
Yet the doorways
opened wide
and my dad and I
walked inside.
We connected
by and by
as time took steps
my dad and I.
Dad’s in Heaven
now today
as I have grown
so old and gray.
I still feel him
within my heart
my dad and I
shall never part.
The scenes of time
shall stay in place
my dad and I
we’re saved by grace.

©By Bill Pearce
Sept,  16,  2016

A Certain Scene

Seeming painted
time’s displayed,
snow filled winters
Christmas made.
A certain scene
with snow of white
makes a dream
to come in sight.
A certain scene
in our front yard
can be made
a Christmas card.
The rooftop glistens
whitish phase
found within
those winter days.
Distant trees
are seen as well
a certain scene
of times detail.
The time is now
but just a dream
of Christmastime
a certain scene.

©By Bill Pearce
Sept 16,  2016

A Teardrop Falls

A life begins
and then it ends
to begin agin
as time transcends.
A teardrop falls
as time is made,
someone’s day
is lifeless laid.
The pages turn
to other scenes,
a teardrop falls
becoming streams.
The essence of
a family
is found within
what God gave free.
A teardrop falls
for ending days,
but then begins
another phase.

©By Bill Pearce
Sept 17,  2016

Seascape Home

Ships seen sailing
across the way,
a seascape home
of day to day.
A picture painted,
sights to see
displays motions
oceans free.
With the artwork
time stands still,
a seascape home
that times fulfill.
Abstract scenes
so pictured true,
a seascape home
within the view.
Each with portions
ones have known
an ocean view
and seascape home.

©By Bill Pearce
Sept 17,  2016

Winter’s Pond

Trees reflections,
winter’s pond
says the season’s
almost gone.
The reflection
shows a barn
of reddish hue
with winters yarn.
Leaves from fall
are melting true,
winter’s pond
displays its view.
Ageless moments
come alive
times reflections
in my eyes.
Minutes frolic
in the sun,
winter’s pond
has just begun.

©By Bill Pearce
Sept 17,  2016

Snowy River

Wintertime’s chanting
for rivers run wild
while the snow’s melting
for springs reconcile.
A small snowy river
makes pathways to find
wintertime’s journey
with a cold state of mind.
Summertime’s memoir
is that of a place
found in the heartbeat
of a seasonal taste.
Yet a snowy river
still flows as it will
while it is writing
with a snow melted quill.
Yes this snowy river
is a blessing from God
as springtime awakens
with life to applaud.

©By Bill Pearce
Sept 17,  2016

Rising Lights

Hours have passed on
to leave certain sights,
stars that will twinkle,
those great rising lights.
Of course they are always
there which to shine,
but when the day’s risen
the stars don’t entwine.
Evening brings glimmers
that twinkle so bright
along with the moon
that’s found in the night.
The scenes all become
an enchanted design
found in the night sky
a sweet dream of time.
Rising lights of evening
show wonderful sights
with firefly’s flying
as magical sprites.
The heavens awaken
to display so fine
rising lights of night
from God so divine.

©By Bill Pearce
Sept 17,  2016

Haiku
for Sept 17,  2016

A place of a rose
displays certain ways to grow
that it can survive.

Sights of a dreamer
might become something so true
if it’s meant to be.

In a painters mind
lives the existence of time
with abstract colors.

A bumblebee’s choice
is determined when it’s born
and it accepts it.

A sound of nature
becomes a dreamers ocean
with waves crashing through.

Summertime’s raindrops
fall as blessings from the sky
and often nightmares.

A stargazers sight
begins with an assumption
that there’s more to see.

Our windows and doors
are true magnets to trouble
when opened too fast.

Shelter from a storm
can be a mere willow tree
that weeps just for you.

Mood changing moments
can be detoured with choices
not to get angry.

Lessons from our past
might be the things we hated,
but taught us so well.

Starlight of design
is a sailors guide of life
as a map of lights.

Flames of a fire
can consume many hours
within its lifespan.

Chance is a moment
that comes at a precise time
and then it is passed.

Holding on to things
can become stacks of baggage
without room for new.

People and places
become known for where they’re from
and not who they are.

A persons actions
becomes others perceptions
as daylight meets night.

Perfection is flawed,
for we are all imperfect
flaws of perfection.

Desires of the heart
can lead you down the wrong path,
so use common sense.

Beyond what we see
is a sky filled with wonder
and some mysteries.

In a moments pause
there is still life moving on,
for time continues.

Life and death is real,
but many don’t understand,
with death there is life.

©By Bill Pearce
Sept 17,  2016

Judy’s newest books (Pearlescent)
and (Just Get Up And dance) can be
found here which has all of her books.
Take a look sometime.
http://www.amazon.com/Judy-Pearce/e/B00N5CW382
My wife Judy’s Poetry other books 🙂
{Moonlight and Owls by Judy Pearce}
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/moonlight-and-owls-judy-pearce/1114669533?ean=9781630009021
and her newest
{Hello My Name Is Benny}
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/hello-my-name-is-benny-judy-pearce/1120261452?ean=9781627721400
They can also be found at Amazon
http://www.drawingart.net
Ben Geurts Drawing Art site
and Old Fashioned Christmas site
http://www.anoldfashionedchristmas.com/
My Animal’s Greetings site below
http://www.animalsgreetings.com/
One of my friends sites below
http://christianpraise.net/
and once again the poetry contest at
Whisperpoetry
http://www.whisperpoetry.com/
http://www.blueturtlecrossing.com/
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Christian_Free_Style_Poetry
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/poets_playwrights_prophets_pixies
Me on YouTube
http://www.youtube.com/poetbill
Your frosty friend Bill 🙂

Senseless Wars

ANIMAL’S GREETINGS

Hello my friends

The days are passing slowly up this way.
Our Labor Day went well.  Judy and I as
well as the boys went over Judy’s sister
Trudy’s house and had some good food
and enjoyed the family.  The boys had a
good time playing with their cousins,  but
I think Rocky was pretty much ready to
go home before long,  but Benny always
wants to stay longer.  Oh well,  such is
life LOL.  The temperature is still staying
in the 60’s and 70’s.  We had a couple of
days last week that got in the lower 80’s,
but even that wasn’t too bad.  Today’s
high is supposed to be 70 F. Right now
at 4 PM it’s 66 F.  It rained a little bit this
morning and earlier this morning before
light the electricity went off and stayed
off for an hour or so.  Benny got scared.
He’s the only dog I know of that’s afraid
of the dark hehehe.  I turned on our little
backup lantern to give light until the sun
started coming up and then turned it off.
The electricity came back on just a few
moments later 🙂  I was fortunate that I
glanced at my weather program before
we went bed and I noticed that it was
supposed to rain so I went and closed all
of the windows.  LOL good thing I did.
So,  what else has happened this passed
week?  Well,  Judy’s family and others
all began demo at her brothers house to
get it ready to be remodeled with items
to help Ricky get around when he gets
out of the nursing home.  There’s a lot
to do before Ricky can move back in his
old house.  It has not been taken care of
and there are many problems.  Hopefully
they can get it fixed up for him before he
is released to come home.  I’m sure it
will be in better shape than it is right
now.  So what else is in the news for the
Pearce’s Place?  Well,  Judy and I went
and got hot dogs and ice cream at the
Houlton Farms Dairy.  They’ve got a
small business that sells their ice cream
and such just a few months out of the
year.  Judy I try to go there at least once
or twice a year.  There’s another one
in Hodgdon Maine,  but they closed up
shop a little earlier than the one that we
go to in Houlton.  It will be closing in a
few weeks.  We might go again before
it closes for the year 🙂  Wintertime is
quickly coming.  It’ll be here before you
know it.  Though fall will make a short
lived appearance with colors and Judy
and I will do our best to capture the
colors with our trusty cameras 🙂  We
are planning on taking another trip
back down to Baxter State Park this
fall to see what all we can find to take
pictures of that’s colorful.  I’m sure
we’ll find a lot of colors.  But of course
until then,  we must just wait.  There’s
still a lot of time before autumn hehehe.
Ok next topic.  I’ve done quite a few
more picture poems.  I’m not sure if
I’ve mentioned that I am doing picture
poems LOL,  so now I am whether I
have or have not mentioned it LOL 🙂
To date I have done 44 and a few of
them are poems I’ve written for Judy’s
paintings.  She’s getting pretty good at
painting.  She even painted a picture
of me using an old photo of me from
years ago down at Port Aransas TX.
I’ll add it in the stationery along with
a few of her recent paintings.  Now
she’s painting a picture of the flag and
twin towers in remembrance of 9 11.
Yes,  this is a day I remember too well.
I thank God that my nephew Zack
was not at work in the towers that day.
So many lost their lives in that sad
moment of history,  but then we must
also remember,  many have lost their
lives fighting for our freedom and in
many cases sent to battle in senseless
wars that we had no business in.  But
that is done and in the past and we
must now focus on the future and try
to do the best we can to give our youth
a future for them and their kids and
grand kids.  Too often we will allow
our minds to only see what involves
us at the moment and not see what
that procures a pathway for days to
come and others future including our
own families of the future.  There are
still many that live in the past with all
of their judgments about women and
their participation in life of the now.
That’s just a small degree of what’s
stuck in peoples minds that still live in
the past.  Racial and many other things
keep getting focused on rather than
seeing each one of us as brothers and
sisters of a different look, style and
way of life.  I was raised not to be
prejudice and see us each one as the
same,  but yet to hate the actions,  not
the person.  God has been good to us.
Judy and I are still enjoying life even
though we do have a few problems.
The problems are what that bring us
together,  just as disasters in life will
bring ones together that otherwise
would of never known of one another.
With the bad comes knowledge of the
things that are good that we might
have forgotten or overlooked.  Don’t
let the bad to be all that you see.  Look
for the blessings in life and I’m sure
you will find them.  Now, I believe it’s
time for me to take a little trip 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 place of my recollection that
I always like to call RECOLLECT
VILLE.  I think I found a decent title
about a 3rd of the way back in my
rambling LOL.  Now to see if I can
write a decent poem using it.  Here
goes…..

Senseless Wars

Timeless moments
now and then,
senseless wars
were sought to win.
Many soldiers
fought to find
life of freedom
for mankind.
Yet too often
all we see
is times we fought
through history.
But those moments
timeless found
brought us sometimes
only ground.
Lands of natives
took in stride
as so many
fought and died.
Senseless wars
of all mankind
brought a storm
for ones to find.
Lose the senseless
see what’s true.
Don’t let wars
be all we do.
Look for likeness,
learn to live,
a human nation
life to give.
Wars of present
now displays
senseless moments
bitter ways.
We should all now
look inside
and make God’s love
to be applied.

©By Bill Pearce
Sept 11,  2016

I hope you liked my poem and maybe
even my rambling hehehe.  It seems I
have a lot on my mind about all of the
hatred that has been stirred up by a
certain man and of course what has
been going on for ages.  It makes my
heart hurt to see so much hatred in
the world.  Of course I know that’s
not the full picture,  because there is
a lot of love being shared also.  That
makes me smile.  I guess it’s true,  that
without the bad,  the good what not
be noticed.  There has to be 2 sides
of the coin to make it a whole,  but
I wish it was not that way.  I’m sure
God is in control and in the end,  all
will be as it should be.  We might even
see a few in Heaven that we thought
could never make it LOL.  Remember,
we’re not the judge and jury of who
goes to Heaven.  That’s God’s part.
So the next time you say to someone
or think that they are going to Hell,
remember,  you might not be seeing
the full picture.  Only God truly knows.
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,  but with a few extras hehehe.
6 extras that I wrote for my picture
poetry which ups the count to 16 🙂
I also wrote 22 more haiku for all of
the haiku lovers out there.  Nope,  no
Christmas poems this week.  Maybe
next week.  Now with that said I need
to begin my search for that hardly
elusive off switch,  but not before I
wish you a most wonderful weekend
or whatever’s left of it and a blessings
filled week.  Remember,  Jesus loves
you and we do too.  Where oh where
can that off switch be hiding?  Hmm,
I think I see something out of place.
Yeppers,  there ya are.  LOL hiding
behind my PC camera again.  That’s
not the greatest place to hide,  being
it isn’t that big and it tends to wobble
when you lean on it.  Try harder next
time 🙂  Gotcha,  see ya CLICK zzzzzz.

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

P.S  A link to Judy’s new book as at
the end of the journal along with the
others.  Enjoy 🙂

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

A Wave Of Life

The days the phase
of times gone by,
a wave of life
is you and I.
We walked the shores
of thereunto
upon the beach
of ocean blue.
A wave of life
was in the skies
that God had given
for our eyes.
The scenes of time
became much more,
a wave of life,
an ocean shore.
The stage was set
for you and I,
the days the phase
of by and by.
We’d walk upon
the sands of time,
a wave of life
that’s so divine.
Our hearts connected
timeless scenes,
a wave of life
that’s now our dreams.
We now still find
those times live on,
within our minds
they’re never gone.
A wave of life
so fancy free
is now within
our history.
Pictures taken
a wave of life
you and I
husband and wife.

©By Bill  Pearce
Sept 7,  2016

To Judy Pearce
From Bill Pearce

Its Search For Night

The sun will set
and leave its trail,
a wondrous view
to then set sail.
The sky lives on
another day
the sun will dawn
with its display
Yet with nighttime
comes a view
a starry sky
so timeless true.
Painted pathways
now and then
the night moves on
until its end.
Then the sunshine
oh so bright
begins again
its search for night.

©By Bill Pearce
Sept 7,  2016

A Distant Scene

Beyond the trees
a view is found,
a sight to see
that’s all around.
A distant scene,
a mountain top
that never seems
to ever stop.
The view is made
when I look through,
the sights inlaid
to something new.
A distant scene
of far and wide,
beyond a stream
was set aside.
Pictures gleam
of burning ember,
a distant scene
that I’ll remember.

©By Bill Pearce
Sept 7,  2016

Road To The Sky

Scarred by minutes
as echoes repeat,
a road to the sky
that so many meet.
Its beauty is endless
as clouds overcome
a road to the sky,
with each beating drum.
Angels awaken
with wings to ascend
a road to the sky
where timeless begins.
This road in the picture
with power lines strung
might be of the essence
for Heaven begun.
Our view is clouded
as we’re looking through
a road to the sky
with a limited view.

©By Bill Pearce
Sept 7,  2016

A Bird In A Painting

A charismatic picture
with bird found in flight
displays such a glimmer
a rustic style sight.
Brush strokes of minutes
then paint the days sun
as storys unfolding
of time frames begun.
A bird in a painting
might surely fly free
if the artist perception
is such then to see.
Each little frame
in the picture displays
a bird in a painting
with waters to wave.
The sun is seen clouded
with an ocean of blue
as a bird in a painting
then fades out of view.

©By Bill Pearce
Sept 7,  2016

Lighthouse Dreams

A picture painting
scented scenes,
displays colors
lighthouse dreams.
Oceans rhythms
crash the shore,
lighthouse dreams
of evermore.
Time’s a doorway
traveled through,
lighthouse dreams
a painters view.
In the picture
now and then,
lighthouse dreams
remember when.
Each with colors
rainbow streams,
found within the
lighthouse dreams.

©By Bill Pearce
Sept 9,  2016

A Seasons Life

Worried minds
begin a style
searching for
a little smile.
A life to find
as cancer free,
a seasons life
to truly be.
Many echoes
you and I,
a seasons life
hello goodbye.
So don’t forget
that path inlaid,
a seasons life
that cancer made.
Show your love
by giving true,
a seasons life
to be anew.

©By Bill Pearce
Sept 9,  2016

Artwork Of Clouds

Various stages
of ages of styles,
billowy artwork’s
time to compile.
Clouds of a moment
raindrops to fall,
artwork’s desires
standing so tall.
Scenes oh so fluffy
white unto gray,
artwork is seasoned
timeless inlaid.
Found as a threshold
painted by God,
artwork with passion
angels applaud.
Time is a portion
covered with shrouds,
moments arrival
artwork of clouds.

©By Bill Pearce
Sept 9,  2016

Highway Of Life

A journey of miles
with speed bumps of time,
the highway of life
might be just a rhyme.
A few moments rhythms
as minutes and days,
the highway of life
in so many ways.
Teardrops might follow
the journey so far
as the highway of life
leaves many a scar.
Sections we’ve driven
might not be so clear,
the highway of life
of our yesteryear.
Yet as the wheels roll
and time moves along,
the highway of life
will still sing its song.

©By Bill Pearce
Sept 9,  2016

A Hoot

The dark of night
prepares a hoot
as owls await
their lives repute.
The moon above
so big and round
can give a hoot
it’s wondrous sound.
Sounding as echoes
across the way
a hoot in time
moves on till day.
Their perch so high
in trees of style
to give a hoot
a moments while.
Then a young one
watches and waits
for mom and dad
to delegate.
Until the day
he’s just like them
a hoot at night
out on a limb.

©By Bill Pearce
Sept 9,  2016

A Place And A Time

An emerging flower
blossoms and blooms
timeless encountered
the sunshine illumes.
A place and a time
that minutes foretell
a flowers own blossom
might tell of a tale.
Scenes of aromas
will billow and sway
as a place and a time
displays day to day.
Breezes then blowing
with showers of rain
make all the flowers
to seem as champagne.
Poured out like water
their flavors design,
this is the story,
a place and a time.

©By Bill Pearce
Sept 10,  2016

Shadowchaser

Deep in the night light
I might be chasing
shadows of a moment
that time is erasing.
A scene that the moon
will enhance then to be
a shadow of something
that my eyes can see.
So I a shadowchaser
search for a clue
the reason for the sight
that came into view.
Another page of night
that turned to confusion
that might just become
a moments illusion.
Yet I for the moment
will find in the scenes
a shadowchaser life
that might just be dreams.

©By Bill Pearce
Sept 10,  2016

I Can See

So many blessings,
so many prayers,
I can see daily
what Lord God prepares.
Each with a glimmer,
each with a shine,
I can see chances
for blessings sublime.
Doorways to lifestyles,
yours and mine both,
I can see hopeful
for us to find growth.
Sad bitter moments
with life gone astray,
I can see angels
to help us each day.
Now is a blessing
that we need to view,
which I can see daily
that ones misconstrue.
Don’t let your journey
to become as a day
that all of the bad times
took your joy away.
Look passed the sadness
and see what that’s there,
for I can see time frames
as answers to prayer.

©By Bill Pearce
Sept 10,  2016

Silhouette Of Summer

Seasons sun is shining
as a moment bestows,
a silhouette of summer
that seems like shadows.
Life across the walkway
of an evenings delight,
a silhouette of summer
is loosing its light.
It’s magical essence
is an ocean style dream,
a silhouette of summer
that’s best that I’ve seen.
Memories of passion
that then brought upon,
a silhouette of summer
that went on and on.
Footsteps were heightened
as the magic began,
a silhouette of summer
that was oh so grand.

©By Bill Pearce
Sept 10,  2016

More Than Words

Actions reactions
minutes attained
more than words
someone is framed.
Pictured moments
night and day
more than words
might be dismay.
Seasons voices
spoke upon
more than voices
carries on.
What’s remembered
time’s will tell
more than words
a ship set sail.
Lessons gathered
like some birds
actions tell it
more than words.

©By Bill Pearce
Sept 10,  2016

Tiny Pond

Geese are splashing
there upon
the roundabouts
a tiny pond.
Within this pond
there sits a child
while the geese
are just run wild.
This tiny pond
of summers day
is filled with joy
as geese will play,
for the child
that sits so still
is just a statue
not so real.
The geese don’t care
and still splash on
without a care
this tiny pond.

©By Bill Pearce
Sept 10,  2016

Haiku
for Sept 10,  2016

Time is just a time
and a place is just a place,
but a life is great.

Mysteries of life
often come in form of clouds
and how that they form.

Heart felt emotions
come as glimmers of starlight
within the night sky.

Chances for changes
are so often misconceived
and left to wither.

Without a window
our views would be limited
so don’t paint it black.

Showers of raindrops
and wintertime’s snow that falls
displays the changes.

Beyond perception
holds dreams of different worlds
that we do not know.

Evolving lifestyles
can become less connected
or joined much better.

A ghost in the night
that makes many things rattle
might want attention.

A fleeting moment
might be the most important,
so don’t miss the chance.

Bees seeking honey
might fly for many hours,
before finding it.

Red is a color
that many discern as blood,
but it’s also life.

Winter waits to come
as summer just takes its time
to welcome autumn.

In someone’s story
there might live fictional life
that could become true.

Delayed emotions
can be an insincere sign
that’s without concern.

Mornings arrival
might display many changes
that you were blind to.

Long awaited dreams
will often be unwanted
as we grow with life.

Time in the mirror
can display many wrinkles
that ones do not know.

Various angles
give many different views
to see good and bad.

When guarding your heart
you might prevent God’s blessings
to shine in your life.

A mountain that’s painted
might hold seasons remembered
within its view.

Stages that are set
are often left with chances
for different scenes.

©By Bill Pearce
Sept 10,  2016

Judy’s newest books (Pearlescent)
and (Just Get Up And dance) can be
found here which has all of her books.
Take a look sometime.
http://www.amazon.com/Judy-Pearce/e/B00N5CW382
My wife Judy’s Poetry other books 🙂
{Moonlight and Owls by Judy Pearce}
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/moonlight-and-owls-judy-pearce/1114669533?ean=9781630009021
and her newest
{Hello My Name Is Benny}
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/hello-my-name-is-benny-judy-pearce/1120261452?ean=9781627721400
They can also be found at Amazon
http://www.drawingart.net
Ben Geurts Drawing Art site
and Old Fashioned Christmas site
http://www.anoldfashionedchristmas.com/
My Animal’s Greetings site below
http://www.animalsgreetings.com/
One of my friends sites below
http://christianpraise.net/
and once again the poetry contest at
Whisperpoetry
http://www.whisperpoetry.com/
http://www.blueturtlecrossing.com/
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Christian_Free_Style_Poetry
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/poets_playwrights_prophets_pixies
Me on YouTube
http://www.youtube.com/poetbill
Your frosty friend Bill 🙂

Something Was Wrong

ANIMAL’S GREETINGS

Hello my friends

I hope you have been doing well.  This passed
week has been a great one for me.  I turned 60
last Wednesday Aug 31.  Judy and I took a lil
picture taking drive down some back roads on
our way up to Presque Isle to have my birthday
dinner at the Governor’s Restaurant.  We got
a lot of nice pictures and OH MY,  the food 🙂
The Governor’s Restaurant had put 10 dollars
on my Governor’s card and so we used that to
help pay for our dinner.  Judy had BBQ ribs
and I had the Seafood Platter.  Neither of us
could eat it all,  so we asked for a take home
box.  There was enough left for at least two
more good meals LOL.  So all in all,  it was
not that expensive when you consider that it
provided us both 3 meals.  The weather up
this way is very nice.  Yesterday (Saturday)
was a high of 58 F. Today’s high is 75 F and
that is what it is right this moment.  Yeppers,
it’s 3 PM and very nice outside.  Monday of
last week I took the boys on a little field trip
and took pictures of the add on that our dear
landlord is gonna one day soon (hopefully) 🙂
attach to our home.  Benny and Rocky went
all around it investigating it LOL.  I’ll add a
picture of it in the stationery.  As I said,  the
week has very blissful.  Judy has been busy
doing more painting.  I began a second try
at painting,  but had to stop to let the paint
dry so I could continue and haven’t yet to
of finished it.  Of course I don’t expect it to
be much better than my last,  but we shall
see 🙂  So that’s something I am hoping to
get done maybe tomorrow if there aren’t
too many clouds in the sky.  We don’t have
much lighting in the living room and so we
have to do painting with the curtains opened
to let in the sunlight.  Though Judy’s begun
doing many of her paintings in here and
that is a thought,  being the picture that I
printed out for me to paint is not all that
great.  My printer is not working well and
the picture is sketchy at most LOL.  So,
if I do the painting in here,  I can use the
picture off of my computer to continue 🙂
No matter,  one way or another,  one day
or another it’ll get done hehehe.  I could
hear Rocky barking just now and had to
go and let the boys in.  Benny lets rocky
do all of the barking,  just like he used to
do with Milo LOL.  The shadows of Milo
are alive in our home.  His spirit is alive
and well.  Anyways,  next topic if I can
think of one hehehe.  Judy went down to
Bangor with her sister Friday and while
she was gone,  I took the boys and we
went to town and did a little shopping
and paying bills.  Then on the way home
I stopped off at Dunkin Donuts and got
Judy and I a dozen donuts for later,  then
I took a little scenic back roads picture
taking drive.  The boys loved it.  I rolled
down the back windows and they spent
most of the time looking out the windows
and also poking their heads up between
the seats to say howdy from time to time.
I found many things to take pictures of 🙂
I’d drive for a while and then stop when
I saw something good to take pictures
of,  then get out and walk around and
take pictures.  Though there were a few
times I just held the camera up to the
front or side window and snapped a few
photos not knowing if I was actually
getting any decent pictures,  but then
hey,  it’s not like I’m wasting film like
the days of old LOL.  Yeppers  me and
the boys had a good drive.  It was just
them and me on the old country roads.
We passed by a few combines doing the
harvest and I stopped and got a few shots
of them as they smiled and waved at me.
Yep  last week was pretty nice.  Judy
went with her sister this morning back
up to Eagle Lake to see their brother
and mom.  So it’s just me and the boys
once again.  They’ve grown quite used
to it.  They’re both in here with me now
lying in the floor.  I had to stop a bit
ago and give Rocky a little bath.  He
had a poopy butt LOL.  He was ecstatic
when I did that and got done.  The silly
things get all full of spunk especially
after the bath hehehe.  I could tell that
something was wrong because his tail
was down and he always has it curled
up and a happy camper.  So I checked
and sure enough,  he needed a bath 🙂
We are so thankful to have these little
boys with us.  They brighten our days
with their wagging tails and little smiles.
I am just hoping and praying that if our
landlord sells the property that we are
not without a home.  I guess we will
have to wait and see.  There are things
that I do not like about this place,  but
there are many things that I love about
living up here out in the country.  The
privacy and ability to make as much
noise on my conga drums as I want 🙂
I couldn’t do that in town.  Plus I love
the snow and the seasons.  All my life
I hated the Texas weather being I’m so
hot natured and snow is not something
that there is much of,  at least where
we lived.  It does get cold up here,  but
like I said,  I’m hot natured so the cold
I can deal with LOL.  Thank You God
for all of the blessings that You have
given us and Your unending love and
forgiveness.  I reckon it’s time for me
to be looking back on 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 a 3rd of the way
back in my rambling about Rocky LOL.
Now to see what I can do with it.  Here
goes nothing hehehe.  Maybe so,  but
I hope not LOL.

Something Was Wrong

Those times we stop
and look around
and think we hear
a wrongful sound,
might be the times
we’ve surely heard
a moments sound
that’s so absurd.
A time we knew
something was wrong,
a smell,  a noise
or saddened song.
The scenes we see
from day to night
show the minutes
wrong and right.
So as moments
come into frame
pay close attention
times to attain.
For then you’ll know
something was wrong
when life displays
a time that’s gone.
A saddened scene
that time displays
might then be
of wrongful ways.
A time you knew
that wasn’t right
something was wrong
God shed His Light.
Then the passage
times expose
will find a way
to lose the lows.
Something wrongful
will be changed
a better time
that God arranged.

©By Bill Pearce
Sept 4,  2016

There ya go LOL.  A poem that began with
a title of me talking about Rocky hehehe 🙂
Yep,  it’s weird how that poem came about,
but hey,  it worked,  I think LOL!  Well the
boys have moved off into the living room and
are now sitting in front of the door waiting
for Judy to get home.  They’ll ever so often
come and poke their lil heads in here to see
what I’m doing and then head back to their
look out stations LOL.  It’s still 75 F degrees,
but now it’s 5 PM 😉  It looks as though that
is pretty much the weather for the majority
of the week.  There might be a day or so in
the low 80’s,  but that ain’t too bad hehehe.
Oh yea,  good news,  my sister is now 100%
cancer free.  Thank You God 🙂  Hallelujah.
There isn’t much else that I can think of to
tell you,  other than the normal and that is,
I wrote some more poems and haiku.  Yep,
10 more poems with an extra that makes
11.  Among those poems are 3 Christmas
poems.  I also 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 be
searching for that confounded off switch,
but not before I wish you all a wonderful
weekend or whatever’s left of it and truly
blessings filled week.  Remember,  Jesus
loves you and we do too.  Now,   where is
that ornery off switch trying (using that
term very loosely hehehe) to hide?  Well,
I be a monkeys uncle (no comments from
my daughter Jamye now LOL)  I think
I see that little varmint hiding within the
pajama pieces that I cut off of the legs
of my pajamas,  because they were too
long.  Yep,  I see ya you dad gum little
whippersnapper hehehe.  Next time try
hiding in or even behind them.  Not on
them.  I’m using them as dust cloths,  so
they might still be around 🙂  Maybe next
week you’ll hide a little better,  but guess
what,  Gotcha,  see ya CLICK zzzzzzzz.

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

P.S  A link to Judy’s new book as at
the end of the journal along with the
others.  Enjoy 🙂

Now it’s on with the poems and haiku
10+1 and 22 hehehehehehehehehehe 🙂

Tracks Of Time

Journeys forward
time begins
bringing choices
there and then.
Tracks of time
are forged upon
times momentum
traveled on.
Scenes displaying
timeless ways
found within
the distant days.
Signs are painted
times will pass
with a trains own
shadows casts.
Then that whistle
of design
tells the story
tracks of time.

©By Bill Pearce
Aug 29,  2016

Seascape Mind

Those magical moments
of a seascape mind
are a page full of waves
in an essence of time.
Seagulls found flying
searching the shore
with their seascape mind
above the ocean floor.
Waves come a crashing
in the mornings sunrise
with seagulls searching
for food to arrive.
Then a photographer
seeks for a view
with a seascape mind
of the ocean blue.
Life’s filled with magic
as minutes will find
when scenes come alive
in a seascape mind.

©By Bill Pearce
Aug 29,  2016

A Year Is Just A Year

Time is just a number
that many focus on,
a year is just a year
as passed days are gone.
Life is just a rhythm
that has many drums,
you and I together
might be different sums.
Life is a mystery
providing many scenes,
a year is just a year
with so many dreams.
Some find beginnings
of each day and night
a time that’s discovered
that’s filled full of fright.
Then many others
will use time sincere,
for now’s just a moment
a year is just a year.

©By Bill Pearce
Aug 31,  2016

A Stream,  A Dream

A time sublime
with seasons sights,
becomes a stage
of days and nights.
A stream,  a dream
of thereunto
can then become
a wondrous view.
A page,  an age
of when and where
can be a time
that none compare.
A flights delight
becomes a bird,
a time,  a rhyme
that minutes heard.
Without a glance
a certain scene
is scent and sound,
a stream,  a dream.

©By Bill Pearce
Sept 2,  2016

Repetitious

Mistakes we make
with choices made
in time are only
how we wade.
For too often
wrongly going
is so often
how we’re growing.
Repetitious
timely fashions
are so often
chosen rations.
Repeating every
thing you do
is often showing
what that’s you.
Repetitious
can be good
if you’re doing
what you should.

©By Bill Pearce
Sep 2,  2016

When The Chime Chimes

Christmas bells ringing,
time begins showing
when the chime chimes
wintertime’s snowing.
Seasonal ventures
with stories to hear,
when the chime chimes
of our yesteryear.
Books read to children
of seasons delight
about Christmas wonders
that came into sight.
When the chime chimes
a miracle sings,
a time for an angel
to then get his wings.
Christmas with magic
and love so alive,
when the chime chimes
it’s time to revive.
Finding all the blessings
from wonderful signs,
Christmas delightful
when the chime chimes.
God and His Majesty
brings forth a view,
when the chime chimes
from old to anew.
Christmas gives chances
to seek out a smile
when the chime chimes
with love to compile.
Look passed the misery
and see what that’s there
when the chime chimes
your answers to prayer.
Often many answers
to prayers you and I
are answered as blessings
that we know not why.
God has His reasons
to do what He does
when the chime chimes
of times just because.
So within Christmas
give God your designs
and make them your patterns
when the chime chimes.

©By Bill Pearce
Sep 2,  2016

Paths Through Snow

Time remembers
what all it’s shown
daylight to dark
and all that is known.
Heartbeats of windows
with ones looking through
time becomes echoes
of then thereunto.
Wintertime’s wonders
December’s expose
up in the winter world
where all it snows.
Christmas is heightened
with everything seen
snow colored pathways
that are no longer green.
Time remembers
Christmastime cheer
with the paths through snow
of Santa’s reindeer.
Time becomes magic
as jingles of bells
with all the stories
our lifetime foretells.
Peace in the meadows
Christmas Eve night
waiting for Santa Claus
to then take flight.
Even the bible stories
enlightened to read
Jesus Christ coming
to give what we need.
Blessings uncountable
become the view
time frames of Christmas
old and anew.
Scenes are so wondrous
in each to and fro
as I remember the
paths through snow.

©By Bill Pearce
Sept 3,  2016

A Moment Begins

The hands of a clock
show minutes to gain
time frames surmounted
that we’re to attain.
A moment begins
even when we’re still,
for time will continue
with things to fulfill.
A moment begins
when right then is gone,
for life will always
move on and on.
Found as a spirit
known as a ghost,
or along with Jesus
our Heavenly Host.
Time is a pathway
that’s maybe not seen
as ones continue
to live in a dream.
Sometimes a dreamer
will lose their way
as a moment begins
in their day to day.
Don’t let the dreamworld
to flourish your sins.
Let God to guide you
as a moment begins.

©By Bill Pearce
Sep 3,  2016

Effigy

A persons style,
a persons stance,
a timeless gaze
sees romance.
A painted picture
of someone
a sight in time
that’s said and done.
It’s an effigy
upon a coin.
A face that’s found
that times conjoin.
A little smile
of a distance face
an effigy
is found in place.
Upon a statute’s
sculptured time
there’s an image
then to find.
A sight imprinted
then to see,
which is known as
effigy.

©By Bill Pearce
Sep 3,  2016

Spirit Of The Well

Childhood memories
of wonderful things
come back as oceans
and glorious scenes.
Some as a field trip
with paths then explored
to find many things
my mind would record.
Then through the woods
my footsteps would lay
to find an old building,
a times other day.
A well then residing
with a bucket and rope
with a spirit inside it
to grant me much hope.
The voice was imagined,
but it could foretell
I should go home then,
the spirit in the well.

©By Bill Pearce
Sept 3,  2016

Life’s A Billow

Dreams of things
in Christmastime
become the scenes
found so divine.
Time is displayed
oh so sweet
what that God made
found complete.
Life’s a billow
then to find
a needed pillow
time to time.
Christmas sounds
of love and joy
then surrounds
each girl and boy.
Fragrant scenes
of many sights
flow like streams
in days and nights.
Memories
of snowy views
are like seas
of joyful hues.
The times the rhymes
as life’s a billow
are Christmastimes
dreamt on a pillow.
Life is stirred
to seasons made
a way a word
of times inlaid.
Life’s a billow
stories seen
upon a pillow
a Christmas dream.

©By Bill Pearce
Sept 3,  2016

Haiku
for Sept 3,  2016

Tomorrows sunrise
is a painting by morning
that’s seen after night.

Distorted minutes
are counted haphazardly
building confusion.

A bee that’s in flight
finds the flavors of flowers
most tantalizing.

Showers of raindrops
bring forth life that was withered,
so they live again.

With but a window
you can explore the outdoors,
but you cannot touch.

Living proof of life
is often beyond our sight,
for it is so small.

Without God’s blessings
life would be an empty void
without any light.

A passing rain cloud
might decide to rain on you
or just pass you by.

The leaves on the trees
become a colorful essence
as autumn begins.

Travels of our lives
might have some destinations
that we do not like.

Without our choices
we would be only robots
without any minds.

Peace is a blessing
that is often found inside
when it’s not outside.

Flowers of summer
have an appointed lifetime
that winter snows cease.

Washing away smiles
is done by ones hatefulness
but love can revive.

Our now and agins
might become lifestyles we live,
so take care with life.

A glamorized sunset
might have trees and the ocean
to greaten its view.

Northern winds of time
become wintertime’s pages
that often have snow.

Too close for comfort
a whirlwind of life might be
as it passes by.

Ones wound too tightly
might find themselves with problems
when their lives unwind.

The sight of a bird
gives feelings of amazement
as it sings its song.

Some trials by fire
might not show only lessons,
but many burn marks.

Disposing of hate
needs you to acquire love
unconditional.

©By Bill Pearce
Sept 3,  2016

Judy’s newest books (Pearlescent)
and (Just Get Up And dance) can be
found here which has all of her books.
Take a look sometime.
http://www.amazon.com/Judy-Pearce/e/B00N5CW382
My wife Judy’s Poetry other books 🙂
{Moonlight and Owls by Judy Pearce}
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/moonlight-and-owls-judy-pearce/1114669533?ean=9781630009021
and her newest
{Hello My Name Is Benny}
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/hello-my-name-is-benny-judy-pearce/1120261452?ean=9781627721400
They can also be found at Amazon
http://www.drawingart.net
Ben Geurts Drawing Art site
and Old Fashioned Christmas site
http://www.anoldfashionedchristmas.com/
My Animal’s Greetings site below
http://www.animalsgreetings.com/
One of my friends sites below
http://christianpraise.net/
and once again the poetry contest at
Whisperpoetry
http://www.whisperpoetry.com/
http://www.blueturtlecrossing.com/
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Christian_Free_Style_Poetry
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/poets_playwrights_prophets_pixies
Me on YouTube
http://www.youtube.com/poetbill
Your frosty friend Bill 🙂

Empty Thoughts

ANIMAL’S GREETINGS

Hello my friends

It’s cooling down more and more as the
days pass us by.  Right now at 1:48 PM
it’s 71 F degrees which is supposed to be
the high for today.  It’s supposed to be in
the 60’s and 70’s all week long.  It looks
like we might be getting a porch added
onto our house.  Our landlord brought a
porch add on over yesterday and said he
is going to put it on our house,  but that
means we will have to use the back door
for a while when or until he is done,  but
our back door steps are far worse than
our front steps and not to mention that
we cannot drive our car around to the
back of the house and it would be hell
for us having to walk where his tractor
has messed up the ground.  Anyways, we
are hoping when and if he gets started
on it,  he won’t take but a few days on
it.  It would be nice.  We could sit out
on the porch and enjoy the day as well
as having a bit more room.  Right now
our single wide mobile home is a tad
crowded with no room to do anything.
We could also park our bikes in it when
the weather gets bad.  So that’s what’s
planned for the near future.  Next topic.
Judy and her sisters and a couple of
her cousins got together for craft night
and did some great stuff.  They always
do,  but they are getting better with
each thing they do.  Judy’s turning out
to be a great little painter.  So are her
sisters and daughters.  Yep,  even her
daughters have joined in.  I might give
painting another go in the next day or
so if Judy has any paper left hehehe 🙂
I’m not quite sure what it would be that
I would paint,  but I’m thinking.  No
harm in trying.  Thankfully we get much
of our paint from the dollar store and
it doesn’t cost that much.  She gets the
paper from Walmart and it only cost a
few bucks.  So,  who knows.  Although
I think a majority of my talent is poetry
and rambling along with maybe a little
bit of photography and drumming LOL.
I’m always looking around to see what
I can find that I think Judy can use for
a craft.  I’ve gone around our house and
picked up a few rocks that look like they
could be painted and made into artwork.
Hey,  it gives me something to do 🙂  God
knows I need more things to do to keep
my mind busy hehehe.  Anyways,  I do
love to help Judy with her crafts with
ideas.  I’m an idea type of guy don’t ya
know it hehehe.  Yep,  I’m a thinker,
but the problem is,  my thinker never
ever shuts down to give me rest.  It’s
always in search mode for thoughts to
find either for poetry or for creations
to help Judy with and many occasions
just filled with empty thoughts that in
some form flavor or fashion might come
to use on one distant day,  or not LOL.
I already have problems sleeping due to
aches and pains hehehe.  Nope,  sleep
does not know my name.  Judy keeps
saying go to sleep and I keep asking
her for a map,  because I cannot seem
to find the place LOL. I keep expecting
her to one day paint a map to a place
that she calls Sleep and give it to me 🙂
It could happen hehehe!  It’s a cloudy
day today and supposed to be mostly
cloudy all week long with a chance
for a few showers on Wednesday and
Thursday.  Yes siree,  summertime has
lost its interest with us up this ways.
Of course it has never been like it is
down Texas ways and thereabouts 🙂
Of course our winters are a bit more
whiter and colder than down Texas
ways and thereabouts also hehehe.
I actually love wintertime with the
snow.  Snow seems to make things
that were once just a lowly rundown
house or barn and turn them into
a painting and trees glistening in the
sunlight become dreams with eyes
wide opened.  I also love Autumn as
the leaves begin painting pictures
with their variety of colors.  It’s sad
that fall only last but a very short
time.  LOL of course I’m guessing
that grounds keepers think just the
opposite hehehe.  I can imagine that
raking leaves can become a bitter
nightmare in some cases hehehe 🙂
Yet,  I still thank God for all of the
beauty He gives me to see with the
clouds of formations and scenes
that come alive in the sunlight and
the stars.  God is the only One that
can take anything and turn it into
artwork.  It’s the viewer that will
discern the pictures as God paints
them everywhere to see.  The scene
might be sad,  but still artwork to
bring alive the mind.  Yes,  God is
the greatest artist.  There is no one
that can paint a hillside or mountain
view as well as God.  Take a look
around you today and see what all
you can find.  Now I believe it’s time
for me to be taking a little tour 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 through my thoughts
and recollections that I always like to
call RECOLLECT VILLE.  I believe
I found a decent title about halfway
back in my rambling.  Now to see if
I can do anything with it.  Here goes.

Empty Thoughts

Shells with voids
of empty words,
time disperses
flocks of birds.
Empty thoughts
that fly by day
then become
a will and way.
Some as pathways
without roads
that ones tarry
with their loads.
Some as patterns
thoughts foretell
that now seem
an empty shell.
Yet no matter
time finds lots,
lessons learned from
empty thoughts.

©By Bill Pearce
Aug 28,  2016

There ya go.  I hope that make a little
sense to ya.  I can’t help it.  That’s how
my mind works.  As I do most times,  I
wrote the poem is less than 2 minutes 🙂
My old automatic writing just takes on
a life of its own.  I get a thought and it
just seems to explode in writing hehehe.
It drives me crazy at times when I am in
bed trying to sleep and my mind decides
to recite brand new poems to write LOL.
Then if I don’t get up and at least write
down the titles,  I’ll forget them and it
will drive me nuts hehehe.  Not much
rest for the thinker LOL.  Sleeping pills
and pain pills only keep me awake,  so
no chance of help in that mode.  Most
of the time I will just lie there and pray.
Sometimes that will allow me to nod
off for a bit.  No matter,  I’m surviving
and I’m sure I’ll continue until my time
in this old worn out body is done and
it’s time for me to go home to Heaven.
Oh yea,  guess what.  Wednesday the
31,  I’ll be 60.  Yeppers,  the old Santa
looking poet is getting older and older.
Oh yea,  something I forgot to add on
the subject of our porch.  Our landlord
is selling the property and it now has
me in fear of what will happen when he
does.  Will we get another landlord
and will they be good or bad?  I guess
it’s in God’s Hands.  No matter,  it’s
time for me to be telling you what I tell
you every week and that is,  I wrote
some more poems and haiku.  Yeppers,
10 more poems.  No Christmas poems
this week hehehe.  Maybe next week 🙂
I also wrote 22 more haiku for all of
the haiku lovers out there.  Oh yea,  2
of the poems are about Baxter State
Park where Judy and I went earlier
this month and took pictures.  I hope
you like them.  I hope you can find
1 or 2 of the poems and or haiku
that you like.  Now I believe it’s time
for me to begin my search for that
not so elusive off switch :),  but not
before I wish you a most wonderful
weekend or whatever’s left of it and
a week filled with blessings.  Now,
where is that confounded off switch
hiding this time?  Hmm,  I think I see
a bit of movement behind my foot
grinder.  Yeppers,  I can see you 🙂
You might want to try hiding behind
something that is not that skiny next
time like maybe a camera or something.
Gotcha,  see ya CLICK zzzzzzzzzzzzz.

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

P.S  A link to Judy’s new book as at
the end of the journal along with the
others.  Enjoy 🙂

P.S. again.  I put a few of the pictures
that Judy did in the stationery.  She’s
my little artist 🙂  Also there are two
pictures of Judy with her new scarf
and her holding three of her books.
Also the last picture is of our porch
add on.  It’s now sitting in the field
awaiting to be attached 🙂

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

The Lands Of Time

Passing days
to scenes of past
the lands of time
are shadows cast.
Native Indians
then were found
standing on
their Holy ground.
The lands of time
were better then
for the life
of the Indian.
Watching mornings
sun to rise
the lands of time
in true blue skies.
Soil was always
used to grow
things of life
to help them so.
But the pages
stories found
the new days come
to build a town.
Lost in sequence
the lands of time
then became
a five and dime.
Yet those moments
time remembers
still shine bright
as burning embers.
The lands of time
on native soil
shows the trials
of which they toil.
Scenes as echoes
now and then
the lands of time
for the Indian.

©By Bill Pearce
Aug 24,  2016

Mountains And Lakes

Time is a porthole
that many go through
seeing all the things
from old to anew.
Mountains and lakes
are scenes so divine
that a photographer
daily shall find.
Mountains and lakes
where waters run free,
this is an essence
that God gave to see.
The stage is a scene
that life wanders through
mountains and lakes
of time thereunto.
Often so Heavenly
a moment partakes
lifetimes remembered
mountains and lakes.

©By Bill Pearce
Aug 25,  2016

Shapes Of Time

Space is dispersed
times around
minutes showing
sight and sound.
Many moments
shapes of time
show us portions
minutes find.
Some might just be
seconds counted
shapes of time
with some surmounted.
As a painting
times might seem
shapes of time
a bright moon beam.
Minutes tick on
shapes of time
with the things
we daily find.

©By Bill Pearce
Aug 27,  2016

A Scenic Road

Within a mere journey
some mysteries form
on pathways of lifestyles
where new days are born.
A scenic road of time
becomes as a river
flowing with momentum
that it can deliver.
The artistry of blessings
takes form as a mile
painting all the minutes
that times can compile.
Each scene is remembered
as a photo of time
not only by your camera,
but within your mind.
The weight of your visions
might seem as a load
as you drive on for hours
down a scenic road.

©By Bill Pearce
Aug 27,  2016

Far Beyond

A thought you have
that comes in frame
might just be
a time insane.
The far beyond
what now is found
might be up
or might be down.
So many thoughts
that we surmise,
might just be
our own disguise.
Some as a dream
that comes alive
far beyond
what should survive.
Thinking of things
so far beyond
the dusk of day
and mornings dawn.

©By Bill Pearce
Aug 27,  2016

Another Path

A walking path
through day to day
brings forth times
another way.
Things are changing
scenes we’ve found,
which the years
have tossed around.
Another path
of which we choose
might hold things
of which amuse.
But the things
might be so wrong
a winding path
with saddened song
Yet the hours
and days that pass
give us choices
another path.

©By Bill Pearce
Aug 27,  2016

Baxter State Park

Alive with its passion
the mountains and hills
time was a painting
filled full of thrills.
Rivers found flowing
on throughout a while,
Baxter State Park
for many a mile.
The trees were alive
as each one swayed
painting their pictures
so fervently made.
We stopped oh so often
to get out and look
at scenes within scenes
as a magical book.
Around every pathway
a new sight would dawn
bringing alive photos
that we would carry on.
Steams ran  peaceful
as time went its way
our drive went onwards
with more to display.
As pages in a book
filled chock full of smiles
the journey went on
for so many miles.
Each path would open
and display a view
as the trees gave way
for times to accrue.
Baxter State Park
has so much to see
that a day’s not enough
to set our sights free.
So we will return
for another remark,
taking more photos at
Baxter State Park.

©By Bill Pearce
Aug 27,  2016

Me In The Mirror

Looking at wrinkles
the ages have brought,
me in the mirror
my hurry has sought.
Lifetimes of struggles
find me very clear,
me in the mirror
of my yesteryear.
My smile is weathered,
but still holds so true,
me in the mirror
that I daily view.
We’ve all got reflections
that mirrors expose,
time in a bottle
our highs and our lows.
Me in the mirror
are moments discerned,
pathways I’ve chosen,
lessons I’ve learned.

©By Bill Pearce
Aug 27,  2016

Blessings Uncountable

Each day I am filled with
God’s every minute
things I have been through
with Him always in it.
No matter my struggles
of then thereunto
my blessings uncountable
always shine through.
Lifetimes of problems
have made me much stronger
as blessings uncountable
lasted much longer.
Lord God has always been
with me throughout time
as He’s often helped me
to see clear the sign.
My views of my passed days
hold me accountable
learning my lessons from
blessings uncountable.

©By Bill Pearce
Aug 27,  2016

Shattered Skies

Blue skies of morning
bring forth a day
sometimes as shattered
moments of gray.
Skies with such billows
of cloudy formations
that seem to create
their own constellations.
Then a mere storm cloud
comes and designs
darkness within it
to tell of the times.
Shattered skies forming
lightning and thunder
sights and the sounds
that seem to asunder.
Shattered with beauty
as each moment’s found,
the sky is enlightened
with its sight and sound.
Displayed as heartbeats
found to arise,
this is what I call then
so shattered skies.

©By Bill Pearce
Aug 27,  2016

Haiku
for Aug 27,  2016

The windows and doors
that we each walk and look through
can decide our path.

Our lessons disposed
will repeat the performance
of things you should learn.

Clouds of a moment
will often create patterns
that you recognize.

A life hindered rose
may not blossom its beauty,
but be remembered.

Driving too quickly
can hurry your own demise
and take ones with you.

The age of humans
is a guess that’s misconceived
due to lack of proof.

Various doorways
will display a reflection
of you and your path.

Now is just a time
that will soon become our past
as our future grows.

Heaven is a place
with life without any pain
and love magnified.

Trails of a hiker
often find themselves covered
as time is exposed.

Showers of raindrops
become as a refreshment
to life at its source.

Kneeling down praying
gives you strength abundantly
as God hears your prayers.

Trading our places
might leave us in a muddle
for what we traded.

Misfortune is life
as it disperses our lessons
from many struggles.

Without a morning
an evening cannot exist,
for it needs its time.

Shadows in moonlight
bring forth many mysteries
that become ones fear.

Nobodies perfect,
for we all have a few flaws,
some more than others.

Hardheaded people
will often stand firm their choice
even if it’s wrong.

Butterflies of life
will flutter in the daylight
to sleep in the night.

Lightning bugs will shine
as a twinkle in the night
while they go their way.

Hardships of time
become the teachers of life
with lessons that last.

The rains of summer
bring heartbeats of life alive
as they quench a thirst.

©By Bill Pearce
Aug 27,  2016

Judy’s newest books (Pearlescent)
and (Just Get Up And dance) can be
found here which has all of her books.
Take a look sometime.
http://www.amazon.com/Judy-Pearce/e/B00N5CW382
My wife Judy’s Poetry other books 🙂
{Moonlight and Owls by Judy Pearce}
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/moonlight-and-owls-judy-pearce/1114669533?ean=9781630009021
and her newest
{Hello My Name Is Benny}
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/hello-my-name-is-benny-judy-pearce/1120261452?ean=9781627721400
They can also be found at Amazon
http://www.drawingart.net
Ben Geurts Drawing Art site
and Old Fashioned Christmas site
http://www.anoldfashionedchristmas.com/
My Animal’s Greetings site below
http://www.animalsgreetings.com/
One of my friends sites below
http://christianpraise.net/
and once again the poetry contest at
Whisperpoetry
http://www.whisperpoetry.com/
http://www.blueturtlecrossing.com/
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Christian_Free_Style_Poetry
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/poets_playwrights_prophets_pixies
Me on YouTube
http://www.youtube.com/poetbill
Your frosty friend Bill 🙂

A Little While

ANIMAL’S GREETINGS

Hello my friends

So,  how have ya been?  Judy and I have
been doing fairly well.  It’s rained off and
on throughout the past week,  but we were
able to take a bike ride in the field after it
dried up a bit.  Monday,  Judy went to her
daughter’s house for her to cut her hair.
Mandy did a real nice job on Judy’s hair.
While she was there,  I went outside and
did a few selfies of me with our lighthouse
and then I did a little conga video.  A little
later I took the boys out in the field for a
little run or in my case walk LOL.  They
always have fun running and playing in
the field.  They will always run a bit and
then look back to see if I am behind them
and they’ll wait for me to catch up.  So,
OK,  Benny doesn’t always,  but Rocky
does LOL.  When Judy got home,  we
all went to Walmart to do a lil shopping.
It was fairly cool,  in the 60’s.  The boys
always love to go for a car ride.  Next
topic.  Judy has found that she’s pretty
good at painting.  She has been busy
making pictures.  She had one sheet of
painters paper left to be painted on and
so I gave it a shot.  LOL I suck.  It’s
not my cup of tea.  I can do ceramics,
but that’s it.  I guess my gifts are poetry,
music/drums,  and photography LOL.
Judy went yesterday evening (Saturday)
for another craft night and they all did
paintings.  Each one of them including
Judy have been practicing for a week
or so to get ready for that night hehehe.
They all did really well.  Judy’s hung
hers up in here beside her computer.
I told her to do what she wants with my
piece of painted garbage LOL.  I have
seen pictures 4 year olds have painted
that looked better than mine.  My dad,
was a real good artist.  We have one of
his paintings hanging in our living room.
We’ve got many of my ceramics placed
throughout the house.  But yet again,
painting does not seem to be my forte.
I told Judy when she gets more paper,
I might give it a few more goes,  but
if after four or five they don’t get any
better,  I’m giving it up LOL.  No sense
wasting paper and paint,  oh and yes
my time 🙂  Two of Judy’s cousins came
up for a few days and they were also
there for paint night and yes they too
made my UGH painting look like a
child’s finger painting hehehe.  Judy
has gone over to her sister Trudy’s
house now to visit.  Her cousins are
going to be there.  It’s not too warm
today.  Our high for today is 78 F
degrees,  but tomorrow,  the high is
supposed to be 69 F 🙂  We have yet to
of seen but maybe one day nearing the
90 F degree mark all summer long 🙂
Tomorrow it’s supposed to rain with
a 100% chance.  It looks like a wall
of rain clouds are headed our way
and according to my weather satellite
and radar, the rains will commence at
around 5 AM Monday morning.  So
it looks like we won’t be riding in the
field for a couple of days until it dries
out a bit.  No more rain in the forecast
except for Friday which we might get
a few showers.  That all can change,
as I’m sure you know LOL.  Another
word for forecast is predicting LOL.
One thing among many things that
I love about being up here is I don’t
miss those Texas summers and the
fact that I love snow.  LOL although
most of the Mainers think I’m nuts
to love snow.  OK not all of them,  but
many of them.  There are a few that
love the snow also.  Of course it’s the
after affects of the snow that I don’t
like,  and that is the slush and the ice
that follows.  I have lost count of how
many times I have slipped and fallen
on our steps.  You can’t always see
the ice.  I have some cleats that I put
on the soles of my tennis shoes,  but
I don’t always know when I need
them LOL.  Benny and Rocky love
the snow and I bet they’ll do as they
always do,  go running and rolling
around in it on the first day of snow.
Until then,  they are enjoying each
other as they frolic in the field as
Judy and I watch and take pictures
and videos.  It’s gorgeous outside
right now,  but the boys don’t want
to go outside.  They’re both lying in
the living room waiting for Judy to
get home.  I might take them out
in the field in a little while after I’ve
finished with this,  but no promises.
My feet are hurting bad and my leg
is sort of banged up after the arm
of my computer chair breaking and
me toppling to the floor as the back
of the chair gave way.  I landed on
my left leg.  I have since repaired
the chair,  but I’ll take little bit
more healing time HaHaHa.  I had
a few extra chair arms in the spare
room and so,  I just took off the
broken with pieces and put on the
new one.  I’m back in business 🙂
The other night I leaned back in my
chair and I heard a loud pop,  but
I didn’t know what it was.  I soon
found out what it was LOL.  Judy
should be home before too awful late.
OK,  so when her and her sisters get
together,  there’s no telling what time
she’ll come home.  No matter,  me
and the boys will be OK.  We always.
are 🙂  It never got up to 78 F today.
76 F was as high as it got and now
it’s 73 F.  It’s cooling down LOL.
The boys just ran in here and ran
back out. They’re playing chase or
tag in many cases.  They do that
often.  God has most surely filled
our home with His Love.  We do
often run into problems,  but with
His strength and many blessings
we are able to endure and find
answers.  The answers might not
be what we would like,  but they
seem to always be the best for us.
Anyways,  I reckon it’s time for
me to be taking 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 for today’s brand new
poem.  So it’s away I go to that
lil place of my recollection that I
always like to call RECOLLECT
VILLE.  I believe I found a nice
title about a 3rd of the way back
in my rambling.  So now to see
if I can do anything with it LOL.
Here goes…….

A Little While

A view of you
which many see
might become
the bitter key.
A little while
that passes by
might discern
the reason why.
The key, the note
of which they hear
might be found
in yesteryear.
A little while
that time portrays
might be views
mistaken ways.
So as minutes
gather on
the thoughts you had
might all be wrong.

©By Bill Pearce
Aug 21,  2016

There ya go.  I hope you understood the
poem and my rambling didn’t bore you
too much 🙂  I’m sure you’re wondering
how it is I can write so much poetry 🙂
Well,  most of it is either about my past,
my present or my future and some of it
is my imagination and dreams.  It seems
I never run dry of thoughts.  It’s God’s
gift to me,  which at times can become
a curse,  being my brain never seems to
want to shut down and let me to rest 🙂
I’m always thinking as poetry thrives
inside of me as what at times seems as
just a weed.  But yet the weed is not of
the plain sort,  but a Dandelion or a
Sunflower that blossoms with many
seeds to spread and prosper its own
existence as poetry of life.  LOL Oops,
sorry.  I drifted off a bit there.  Benny
and Rocky just came in here begging
me for treats,  so I gave them some
Bark’n Bacon hehehe.  That pacified
them for a bit,  I HOPE.  LOL wrong,
Rocky just ran in here and gave me that
look,  like,  he’s gotta go POTTY,  and
so both of the boys are ouside LOL.  I am
so glad he has learned to tell me when
he needs to go potty.  Benny will most
times just hold it until Rocky’s gotta
go,  but there’s been a few times that
Benny has been the one raising cane
saying,  gotta go.  They’re good boys.
I am so proud of them.  When ever
we have to leave them at home in
their crates all we have to do now is
say,  sorry,  get in your crates and
both of them walk over and get in
their crates and sit down and wait
for either Judy or I to shut their
doors.  LOL Rocky has in a way
figured out how to shut his own
door,  but hasn’t figured out how to
latch it.  That could be a good thing
ya know LOL.  We love them just
like our children and would not
want them to be in a hot car.  We
have fans in the living room and
one fan aimed right inside their
doggy cages so they stay cool 🙂
So I reckon I need put the brakes
on my rambling and tell you what
I tell you almost every week and
that is I wrote some more poems
and haiku.  Yeppers,  10 more
poems and one of them is sort of
Christmassy.  I also wrote 22 more
haiku for all of the haiku lovers
out there.  Although I accidentally
wrote 1 extra haiku so that makes
it 23 haiku.  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 all a most wonderful
weekend and a truly blessed week.
Remember,  Jesus loves you and
we do too.  Now,  where is that
ornery off switch trying to hide
this week?  Oh my word hehehe,
Now that is hilarious.  It’s taking
a ride on the curtains hanging on
like a cowboy as the wind blows
them all around.  LOL you’re silly.
Gotcha,  see ya CLICK zzzzzzzzz.

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

P.S  A link to Judy’s new book as at
the end of the journal along with the
others.  Enjoy 🙂

P.S. again.  I put a few of the pictures
that Judy did in the stationery and I of
course put the piece of garbage I painted
in it also LOL.  Mine is the one with the
green field with trees and Dandilions
with the sky and clouds :),  or so it is
supposed to be 🙂 HaHaHa  I figured I’d
give all you that can see the stationery
a laugh at my efforts at painting hehehe.

Now it’s on with the poems and haiku
10 and 22+1 hehehehehehehehehehe 🙂

A Field Of Green

Scenes with colors
green and blue
fill the distant
things I view.
A field of green
with yellow hint
paints the scenes
so Heaven sent.
A sky of blue
is also seen
above the field
a flavored dream.
Clouds of white
float overhead
in skies like water
a riverbed.
Time moves forward
with great designs
a field of green
that life refines.

©By Bill Pearce
Aug 18,  2016

The Age Of Man

As the passing
of a day
the age of man
is on display.
Things we thought
we new so true,
the age of man
gave different view.
As some pages
turning fast
now becomes
our distant past.
The age of man
becomes a sight,
some thought wrong
some thought right.
Time relinquishes
what that’s true,
what that’s me
and what that’s you.
Life is ticking
minutes found
as our lives
go round and round.
What we’re seeing
is God’s plan
to fulfill
the age of man.
Lessons learned
from times mistakes,
the age of man
finds life’s Earthquakes.
Some as rumbles
timeless scenes,
the age of man
nightmares and dreams.
So the echoes
time portrays
might just help
some better days.
Remembered pages
books of time,
the age of man
might fall in line.

©By Bill Pearce
Aug 19,  2016

A Winter’s Thought

Summer brings moments
a bright burning ember
time with some snowflakes
found in December.
With a winter’s thought
that’s counted and named
Christmastime comes
so fervently framed.
Ages of heartbeats
find ways to thrive
in a winter’s thought
with dreams to arrive.
The flavors of moments
so tasty delight
become as the echoes
that soon come in sight.
A winter’s thought
brings forth many things,
blessings uncountable
as angels sing.

©By Bill Pearce
Aug 20,  2016

A Distant Place

Those times I remember,
those times I recall
are now just an echo
of pictures on the wall.
Those minutes and hours
are counted in space
of a voyage I remember
to a distant place.
Miles were as pages
to a book across land
within a distant place
of an ocean and sand.
Footprints of so many
in this place faraway
are now just an echo
of that so distant day.
Voices were as Heaven
with a soulful enlace,
a time I remember
of a distant place.

©By Bill Pearce
Aug 20,  2016

With A Smile

Just a fraction
of a while
can be brightened
with a smile.
Even when you
are so sad,
someone’s smile
can make you glad.
Don’t let time
to wear you down
and plant a seed
for lifetimes frown.
Look beyond all
that you see
and with a smile
change history.
Seek the blessings
moments while,
make it better
with a smile.

©By Bill Pearce
Aug 20,  2016

Moving Along

Roads we’ve traveled
dusk to dawn,
then it’s there
and now it’s gone.
Mornings flavors
come to be,
here and there
each day to see.
Moving along
time goes by,
as ones wonder
where and why.
Within a window
clear and blue,
you might see
a distant view.
Times so happy
traveled on,
like a train track
oh so long.
Tracks are displayed
far and wide,
trails of many
coincide.
Moving along
a distant breeze,
rustles madly
in the trees.
Hearts can find
a wondrous song
memories
just moving along.

©By Bill Pearce
Aug 20,  2016

No Tears

A sea of sadness
can be dried
with some love
that’s prayer applied.
Troubles stitches
might come loose
with ones sought
a hangman’s noose.
Yet with passion
you and I
there’s no tears
that cannot dry.
Not just giving
empty wells
for the sadness
time compels,
But with truthful
love and prayer,
no saddened tears
will fill the air.
Yes of course
a smile or two
might have tears
within their view,
but those tears
will magnify
life and love
as time goes by.
Again some sadness
might appear
to a person
loved so dear.
Ones you know not
what to do,
for even then
you cannot view.
In those times
Lord God will send
the rightful one
to enter in.
You might see
a horrid place
with ones found
a frowning face
Yet those times
of distant years
might one day
be found no tears.

©By Bill Pearce
Aug 20,  2016

Ripples And The Waves

Some vessels way out in the sea
will bounce with waves of time,
ripples seen as waves recoil
to paint the oceans rhyme.
Vintage sails will catch the wind
to carry on the view
as the waves will rock the skip
within the ocean blue.
Ripples seen as waves go by
and leave a little trail,
such as time within a play
that sailors do entail.
Ripples and waves join together
creating scenes of wonder
as the captains of the ships
sail far out over yonder.
For beyond the times horizon
the ships sail on for days
while the captains guide the course
through ripples and the waves.

By Bill Pearce
Aug 20,  2016

Night So Starry

While looking up
at darkened skies,
the night so starry
gives replies.
Words as twinkles,
moonlight too,
the darkened skies
are there to view.
Scenes so special
in the night,
starry pictures
come in sight.
Time then beckons
many thoughts
the night so starry
far across.
Then an echo
of a sound
the night so starry
does astound.
Yet the darkness
gives a gaze,
starry scenes
of many ways.
Fearful moments
come to mind,
night so starry
time to time.
Yet that fear
might soon be gone
starry skies
of dusk to dawn.
Apologizing
for its frame
that with fear
you did attain.
In a way
it says it’s sorry
with its twinkles
night so starry.

©By Bill Pearce
Aug 20,  2016

Within The Words

Actions with actions
connecting scenes
time in a bubble
might flow like streams.
Within the words
of actions made
a time might be
just lemonade.
Struggles countered
at a glance
might just be ones
song and dance.
For the minutes
rushing by
within the words
are how they fly.
So the doorways
you perceive
might be time
to look and leave.
Within the words
of actions found
you might need be
homeward bound.
Walking passed
a flock of birds
hearing truth
within the words.

©By Bill Pearce
Aug 20,  2016

Haiku
for Aug 20,  2016

A star flying by
might be one to wish upon,
or a UFO.

Times that we’ve delayed
might show opportunities
that also flew by.

Night displays journeys
of the stars up above us
and patterns they chose.

Such as a flower
our lives are waiting to bloom
and show our colors.

Beyond the seasons
holds a place filled with changes
that our eyes perceive.

Without a heartbeat
our lives cannot continue
so take heed your heart.

Tomorrows lifestyle
might not be today’s format,
so don’t judge too quick.

Lessons of changes
might come with some depression,
but time moves along.

Bringing in nighttime
awakens the many stars
joined by the moonlight.

A gentle river
can become a massive flood
with too much water.

Scenarios shine
as a flashlight on your life
and some are burned out.

A flashing second
could be a time for a change
or a warning sign.

The wings of a bird
ride the winds like an ocean
to seas near and far.

A path in the woods
could be a good thing or bad,
so hiker beware.

Lightning in the sky
tells a story of thunder
and how it’s displayed.

Worry brings illness
and illness will bring worry,
so find peace in prayer.

A shattered heartbeat
will allow hatred within,
so take care of it.

Scenes of a doorway
will open and close with time,
so ready your mind.

Beyond the cosmos
holds a mystery of life
that we do not know.

Guessing about life
is a lost competition
that only God knows.

New discoveries
are found within our planet
that prove we don’t know.

A tomorrows voyage
needs some planning in today
to make it better.

Spur of the moment
can be a good decision
or a real bad one.

©By Bill Pearce
Aug 20,  2016

Judy’s newest books (Pearlescent)
and (Just Get Up And dance) can be
found here which has all of her books.
Take a look sometime.
http://www.amazon.com/Judy-Pearce/e/B00N5CW382
My wife Judy’s Poetry other books 🙂
{Moonlight and Owls by Judy Pearce}
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/moonlight-and-owls-judy-pearce/1114669533?ean=9781630009021
and her newest
{Hello My Name Is Benny}
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/hello-my-name-is-benny-judy-pearce/1120261452?ean=9781627721400
They can also be found at Amazon
http://www.drawingart.net
Ben Geurts Drawing Art site
and Old Fashioned Christmas site
http://www.anoldfashionedchristmas.com/
My Animal’s Greetings site below
http://www.animalsgreetings.com/
One of my friends sites below
http://christianpraise.net/
and once again the poetry contest at
Whisperpoetry
http://www.whisperpoetry.com/
http://www.blueturtlecrossing.com/
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Christian_Free_Style_Poetry
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/poets_playwrights_prophets_pixies
Me on YouTube
http://www.youtube.com/poetbill
Your frosty friend Bill 🙂

The Measure

ANIMAL’S GREETINGS

Hello my friends

This last week or more has been fairly nice.
Especially Monday 🙂  Judy and I took that
trip I spoke of week before last.  You know!
The trip down to Baxter St. Park.  It’s about
60 miles south of us near Medway.  It goes
through Millinocket and Patton Maine. We
made a day of it.  The boys spent the day at
Katahdin Kritters.  I’m sure they made many
new friends.  We took tons of pictures LOL.
As if you thought we could go there and just
look at the view HaHaHa.  It was a beautiful
day.  Just enough clouds in the sky to be as
decor.  It was so beautiful there and the park
ranger told us that we should come back in
the fall,  because the colors are spectacular.
So,  I guess you know where we’re heading
as soon as the colors start changing in a few
months hehehe.  Judy did her picture window
last week and it came out rather nice.  She
used one of our old photos from our favorite
place Port Aransas TX for the picture.  She
also got some curtains for it and now all I
have to do is figure out where to hang it 🙂
I know how I’m gonna hang it and we have
sort of picked out a place to hang it.  It’s
just that it will be a struggle to hold it and
get it even while I’m screwing it to the wall.
I’ll git-r-done.  Oh and for those of you not
versed in Larry The Cable Guy’s phrases,
it means I’ll get it done LOL.  So what else
has gone on around the Pearce’s Place?
Well,  Judy has begun to try her hand at
painting.  She bought her a table top easel
and some paints.  She’s been practicing on
our table in the living room.  I think she’s
doing very good,  myself.  Practice might
not make perfect,  but it will become much
better.  My poetry isn’t perfect,  but as the
years pass,  I do get better hehehe or so I
seem to think 🙂  Back to our pictures that
we took last Monday.  There was so much
to take pictures of,  that Judy and I were
just spinning in circles with our cameras,
giving them a complete work out hehehe.
Then after me weeding out blurry pictures
Judy had 113 left and I had 234 left which
is the equivalence of 347,  but there were
still a few duplicates being we were often
taking pictures of the same thing LOL 🙂
So I picked out 78 photos out of the 347
and uploaded them to my Facebook.  I’ll
use a few out of that 78 for my stationery.
LOL  it will be hard though.  There are
so many gorgeous pictures.  She took a
few of me and I took a few of her in the
scenery.  It’s been raining off and on a
bit today.  We had to time it just right to
put the boys out to go potty hehehe.  They
don’t like rain.  Snow,  they love.  Rain,
they hate.  I understand one of the reasons
they hate the rain.  It’s because they’ve
got a lot better hearing than us and the
rain is loud as hits their heads.  But one
of our boys main reasons for hating the
rain is not liking to get wet.  They don’t
mind it if I’m giving them a bath.  They
love the shower and it is, I’m sure, maybe
almost as loud as the rain.  Anyways,
next topic.  Judy has found she has some
more health issues that her doctor has
prescribed more medication for.  We’re
hoping that in a month or so,  she will
be feeling better.  She’s been having a
stomach ache and a sore throat.  I am
sure the medicine will heal her.  We’re
hoping that the rain slacks off soon so
that the ground will dry up enough for us
to go bike riding in the field.  Right now
our bikes are getting washed with the
daily rains.  I had been covering them,
but I don’t think a little rain is going to
hurt them LOL.  I have plenty of 3 in
1 oil and a can of motor oil to lube them
up if needed 🙂  Today’s temperature is
fairly nice.  Right now at 3:30 PM it’s
61F degrees and the high for today is
supposed to be 64 F.  The rest of the
week is supposed to be in the lower to
upper 70’s.  Still,  not too bad.  Judy’s
going to her daughter’s house tomorrow
to get her hair done.  Mandy is gonna
cut it for her and then Helena’s son
Christian is coming back with Judy to
spend some time with us.  I think one
of his reasons for liking to come over
here is for our internet LOL.  They
don’t have internet other than on their
phones.  Judy and I have DSL hehehe.
We do have a blast watching gaming
videos on my computer though.  Some
of them are hilarious.  There has not
been much of anything else going on
around this place.  The boys are doing
well.  They’re like four legged alarm
clocks LOL.  Every day around noon,
no matter if we didn’t get to bed until
around 4 or 5 AM,  they will jump up
on Judy’s side of the bed and begin their
wake up call hehehe.  You notice I said
Judy’s side of the bed LOL.  That is
the side of the bed that their beds are
on 🙂 plus the few times that they tried to
sleep on my side of the bed,  they often
got stepped on because I didn’t see them
LOL.  I have no colon and no I do not
have a colostomy bag.  That was an
unsuccessful operation attempt and it
made my surgeon have to try another
surgery that he was the only one that had
ever performed,  which was a reversal.
It entailed connecting the small intestines
that I had left to my rectum.  I have but
only 2 3rds of my small intestines left
and no colon.  So,  you see,  I spend a lot
of time running back and forth to the
bathroom with 24 7 diarrhea LOL UGH.
So now you have been informed hehehe.
Welcome to my world LOL.  It’s OK,
I’ve been dealing with this since 1995,
so it’s nothing new.  It just hinders the
things that I am able to eat such as
veggies.  There are many vegetables
such as lettuce that I cannot eat.  It
does not digest well and what goes
in a leaf a lettuce,  comes out as a leaf
of lettuce LOL.  The same with spicy
sauces and foods which I always try
to steer away from,  if ya know what
I mean hehehe.  So,  that’s about all
about my digestive system.  Like you
actually wanted to know HaHaHaHa.
God has given me the ability to handle
a lot of pain and therefore many of
the things I endure are things that you
or others might not be able to withstand.
Each of us with our portion of struggles
may feel that the measure is way too
great,  but God will not put upon you
more than you can handle.  Now we
ourselves will often put upon our own
selves more than we can handle,  but
that is not God’s doing.  Yet,  God is
always there to give us the strength
to endure our own stupidity in hopes
of us seeing the flaws and changing
our ways.  OK,  so enough with the
rambling. Now it’s time for me to take
my little trip 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 believe that
I may have stumbled on a decent title
just a few lines back.  Now to see if
I can do anything with it.  Here goes 🙂

The Measure

Our time in a window
might be distorted
the echoes that we find
our lives have reported.
The measure of a scene
from daylight to dark
might show us a portion
with a woeful remark.
The times of our minds
that we look on to see
show the measures of now
and our history.
Yet often our involvement
will elude what we find
as the measure displays
the correct point and time.
Our time is a fraction
of actions in frame
the measure’s then counted
as times we attain.
God gives us choices
and voices to choose
the measure of our lives
to win or to lose.

©By Bill Pearce
Aug 14,  2016

There ya go.  I hope the poem makes a
little bit of sense to ya.  Also I hope you
enjoyed my rambling of course I reckon
you could of done without my explanations
of my health LOL.  OH well,  life goes on.
The house is still quiet as Rocky is lying
in the floor right beside me in a doggie
bed. Benny is in the living room lying on
his favorite recliner.  I don’t think they
got much sleep last night due to me and
my many visits to the bathroom.  I took
a couple of aspirins last night in hopes
of them easing the pain in my shoulders
and legs,  but all they did was kick my
d******a into overdrive.  If you can’t
figure out the word,  then GOOD LOL.
News on my sister.  She’s had the last of
her radiation treatments.  Keep her in
your prayers.  My mom said that she
seemed to be doing well.  A bit weak,
but doing well.  Rocky just got up out
of his bed to tell us he’s gotta go potty,
so Judy has gone to let him and Benny
out.  It’s still raining a little bit,  but it
doesn’t mean they cannot go out to go
potty LOL.  They won’t melt.  We’ve
tried that indoor potty pad,  and all it
was good for was a chew toy for Benny.
He kept ripping up the pads so we just
gave the thing away.  I’m fairly sure
that Rocky would of done the same
being he loves to pull the tissues out
of the tissue boxes and tear them up
along with getting up on our bed and
tossing our pillows off into the floor.
LOL he be just a bit feisty hehehehe,
but we love him.  Benny loves his little
brother too.  Of course Rocky is not
really smaller than Benny LOL.  Just
younger.  Rocky is a little bit bigger
than Benny.  So now I guess it’s time
for me to tell you what I tell you every
week or at least almost every week 🙂
and that is,  I wrote some more poems
and haiku.  Yeppers,  I wrote 10 more
poems with 1 being a Christmas poem.
I wrote 2 extra poems.  1 is a birthday
poem to my granddaughter Sami and
the last one is dedicated to one of my
Facebook groups.  I also once again
wrote 22 more haiku for all the haiku
lovers out there.  I hope you can find
1 or 2 of either or both that you like.
Now to begin my search for that not
so elusive off switch,  but not before
I wish you a most wonderful weekend
or whatever’s left of it and a truly
awesome week.  Remember,  Jesus
loves you and we do too.  Ok,  where
are ya hiding you little off switch?
Come on,  you’ve gotta be kidding me.
Hiding behind the red utility knife. It’s
hardly large enough for you to hide
your screws LOL.   Try harder will ya.
Gotcha,  see ya CLICK zzzzzzzzzzzzz.

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

P.S  A link to Judy’s new book as at
the end of the journal along with the
others.  Enjoy 🙂

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

That Birthday Girl

Today’s the day
so great and fine
that birthday girl
granddaughter of mine.
She’s grown older
and wiser too
that birthday girl
we love so true.
The days have passed
and found her stars
a heart that twinkles
in all of ours.
She has her struggles,
but smiles anyway
bringing us joy
and brightens our day.
That birthday girl
our Sami so sweet
is now 16
granddaughter elite.

©By Bill Pearce
Aug 10,  2016

A Bitter Pill

Scenes awaken
less a thrill
when remembered
a bitter pill.
Time then journeys
sought to find
a bitter pill
and reason why.
Seconds counted
that portray
a bitter pill
of yesterday.
Times remembered
can find true
a bitter pill
that teaches you.
Better choices
can fulfill
the lesser of
a bitter pill.

©By Bill Pearce
Aug 12,  2016

Deep As An Ocean

Heartbeats within ones
might be fathoms while
that ones think as empty,
but don’t know their style.
Deep as an ocean
a heartbeat might sway
within a mere time frame
we know not the way.
So deep they might be
as their heartbeats are found
that you think they’re only
a rock barren ground.
So many people
will hold deep within
their love for another
for fear they can’t win.
Time then is endless
with heartbeats in motion
found as a time frame
deep as an ocean.

©By Bill Pearce
Aug 12,  2016

A Rainy Day In Maine

Raindrops are falling
and singing a tune
a pitter patter sound
from morning to noon.
Then as the evening
is coming in sight
a rainy day in Maine
continues through night.
Sweet smells of raindrops
encompass our home
with rain showers falling
as Heaven’s cologne.
A rainy day in Maine
gives forth a great scene
making the tree leaves
so fervently green.
Even the flowers
take in every drop
as the rain keeps falling
to land right on top.
The summertime showers
I do not complain
for it makes me happy
a rainy day in Maine.

©By Bill Pearce
Aug 12,  2016

Sacrificed Time

Watching and waiting
for now and agin
can become lessons
to lose or to win.
Sacrificed moments
to gather your gain
might become troubles
to drive you insane.
Now will soon pass by
and become as the past
leaving the shadows
of thoughts that will last.
Sacrificing moments
for what that you want
might become horror
to come back to haunt.
Sometimes it’s better
for wantings decline
and seek for the blessings
not sacrificed time.

©By Bill Pearce
Aug 12,  2016

Limits Of Life

Now’s the beginning
and ending design
found after patterns
of moments of time.
So many limits are
just of our ways
often the choices
we’ve chosen on days.
Limits of life
might just be scenes
within our journeys
and many routines.
Today brings a time
to lessen the chains
the limits of life
preventing our gains.
Now is a portion
of life buttered knife
choosing much better
the limits of life.

©By Bill Pearce
Aug 12,  2016

A Stormy Mind

The thoughts we think
as ways to choose
a stormy mind
might light a fuse.
A page less book
that has no words
a stormy mind
might fill with birds.
Raindrops falling
thinking so true
a stormy mind
can be skies of blue.
It’s just the moment
time frames expose
a storm mind
might end as a rose.
The essence planted
within the brain
a stormy mind
might show some rain.
With every second
counted and seen
a stormy mind
can become a dream.
Losing the horror
of each design
life can show rainbows
in a stormy mind.

©By Bill Pearce
Aug 13,  2016

Within These Walls

Heartbeats of moments
within these walls
echo as a journey
down the halls.
Scenes as a memoir
become such a place
within these walls
a smiling face.
Time turns to shadows
scenes found displayed
words of a heartbeat
time frames have made.
Life becomes pages
found in a book,
stories of moments
we may have mistook.
Scenic are memories
our mindset recalls
as the truth lives on
within these walls.

©By Bill Pearce
Aug 13,  2016

The Bells Of Christmas

Right now inside my mind
I seek for that place
some white snow falling
down on my face.
The glimmer of Christmas
that’s found in the nights
lit up on some houses
those great Christmas lights.
The bells of Christmas
are also heard clear
in the songs of joy
for that time of year.
Songs on the radio
playing so fine
those tunes that I love
about Christmastime.
Each minute as magic
filled full of joy
with the love for Christmas
in each girl and boy.
The Christmas tree standing
with lights all aglow
and even with a touch of
some spray on snow.
Ornaments shining
in wonderful ways
and a manger scene
with wondrous amaze.
Jesus as a baby
in a small bed of straw,
the bells of Christmas
fill me with awe.
Yet now as I look
I see summertime,
but Christmas lives on
inside of my mind.
So many memories
from young unto old
bring forth every moment
much greater than gold.
The bells of Christmas
should live in us all
forever and ever
from winter to fall.

©By Bill Pearce
Aug 13,  2016

Ageless Time

A forest of minutes
might seem unchanged
as others see it
a bit rearranged.
Thoughts remembered
seem with a style
an ageless time
a wonderful while.
Those childhood days
that you remember
are now but only
a burning ember.
That ageless time
from then unto there
lives on and on
that none compare.
Those wonderful times
of long ago
are ageless time
as fallen snow.
Some wondrous events
that you recall
a time,  a design,
a bouncing ball.
There’s nothing wrong
with memories
of greatest days
and deepest seas.
The minutes live on
within our mind
as but a moment of
ageless time.

©By Bill Pearce
Aug 13,  2016

A Morning Comes

Night displays
a starry sky
that so many
wonder why.
A minute passes
time’s consumed
morning’s found
to be attuned.
A morning comes
to show its way
after night has
gone away.
Time ticks on
as moments scheme
a morning comes
to end a dream.
Sleep is ended
sunshine bright
a morning comes
to give a sight.
Life starts sounding
birdies chirping
what the morning
is inferring.
Time to wake up
and move on
a morning comes
the break of dawn.

©By Bill Pearce
Aug 13,  2016

A Soul Searcher

Seeking for others
searching through time
I’m a soul searcher
caught in a rhyme.
Now is a rhythm
beating so true
as I,  a soul searcher
seek ones like you.
Time is a doorway,
to so many ways
that a soul searcher
might find some grays.
Yet with much patience
a soul searcher finds
ones of alikeness
same sort of minds.
Then as time billows
our hearts might connect
to a soul searcher
of a loving affect.

©By Bill Pearce
Aug 13,  2016

Haiku
for Aug 13,  2016

Today is a day
that give chances for better,
but it’s up to us.

Meandering lives
find ghostly moss upon them
showing confusion.

Patient ones of time
might find much better conclusions,
or might find worse fate.

Looks of a dreamer
shine as a world of hopeful,
but need to get real.

Challenge of flowers
are blooms of a mystery
that only they know.

A quick turn in life
could cause you much confusion,
where a slow turn helps.

With mornings raindrops
comes the hope for many flowers
to show their colors.

Beyond our insight
lives the things we do not know,
for God only knows.

In a field of dreams
holds a mysterious sight
that eyes hope to see.

Life is a journey
that many create problems
out of the good things.

The Earth is our home
while many choose to end it
with their stupidity.

Space and time ventures
should be as necessity,
not just to explore.

Near and beyond us
are places we’ll never go,
but we can dream of.

Within an ocean
holds many voices of time
as vessels sail on.

One minute of night
can be a fathomless sea
to someone in fear.

Daylight shines brightly
while nighttime is soon to come
and disperse starlight.

Books without knowledge
might seem to be without need,
but they rest the mind.

Someone’s beating heart
can become a drummers drum
filled with their desire.

The shower of starlight
explodes upon a dreamer
as sleep finds its way.

Chance is a time
that comes within its moment,
which many won’t see.

Without our right nows
our minutes of thereunto
cannot be displayed.

Loss can be a gain
if the loss is of sadness,
so look for the joy.

©By Bill Pearce
Aug 13,  2016

Judy’s newest books (Pearlescent)
and (Just Get Up And dance) can be
found here which has all of her books.
Take a look sometime.
http://www.amazon.com/Judy-Pearce/e/B00N5CW382
My wife Judy’s Poetry other books 🙂
{Moonlight and Owls by Judy Pearce}
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/moonlight-and-owls-judy-pearce/1114669533?ean=9781630009021
and her newest
{Hello My Name Is Benny}
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/hello-my-name-is-benny-judy-pearce/1120261452?ean=9781627721400
They can also be found at Amazon
http://www.drawingart.net
Ben Geurts Drawing Art site
and Old Fashioned Christmas site
http://www.anoldfashionedchristmas.com/
My Animal’s Greetings site below
http://www.animalsgreetings.com/
One of my friends sites below
http://christianpraise.net/
and once again the poetry contest at
Whisperpoetry
http://www.whisperpoetry.com/
http://www.blueturtlecrossing.com/
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Christian_Free_Style_Poetry
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/poets_playwrights_prophets_pixies
Me on YouTube
http://www.youtube.com/poetbill
Your frosty friend Bill 🙂

A Photo Voyage

ANIMAL’S GREETINGS

Hello my friends

It’s another week gone by and the beginning
of yet another.  Last week was pretty much the
same old same old.  We took the boys out in
the field for a run and we made a few trips into
town.  Judy and her sisters and daughters did
crafts on Friday and Judy made a real pretty
picture window.  It’s still sort of in the works
though.  Our grandson Christian came and spent
Thursday and Thursday night with us and we
had a great time watching videos.  The boys
are doing well.  Benny is in the living room on
his favorite recliner as always LOL.  Rocky
is in the floor right next to me lying in a doggy
bed.  Temperature wise,  this passed week as
well as today has been very nice.  A little on
the muggy/humid side,  but not too warm.  Of
course I cannot handle much heat over 80 F
degrees,  but thankfully we have our portable
air conditioner.  Life at the Pearce’s Place
is still kicking up the dust hehehe.  We have
plans for this week,  just not sure when we
will do them.  Thinking about heading down
south of us to Baxter State Park and making
a day of picture taking.  We will be taking
the boys to Katahdin Critters and leave them
because dogs are not allowed in the park.
But again,  we have not quite made up our
minds when to go.  I’m sure we’ll take a ton
of pictures when we go though.  I can’t wait.
The weather has been staying in the lower
80’s and mid to upper 70’s for the passed
week and as I look at my weather program
I see that’s also the forecast for this week.
Yep,  not too bad.  I guess global change
is not affecting us too bad.  I think when
we’ll notice it most is wintertime,  but time
will tell.  It looks like we might get a little
rain today.  It rained a bit yesterday and
off and on throughout the week.  A strong
but short lived storm came through here
yesterday,  but the biggest part missed us
thank God.  I don’t think this place could
handle 60 mile an hour winds.  50 mile an
hour yes,  60,  I do not know.  I’m sure
that God is watching over us and when
our time is up,  our time is up.  Yet for
now I think He still has plans for us and
the Pearce’s Place shall continue on its
journey through rambles ville and photos.
LOL I know,  many of you have never
seen the pictures that we take,  because
you’re on the text version of my journal.
Sorry,  the only way I know to resolve
that is for you to join Facebook or to
start receiving your email with a true
email client such as Outlook Express or
Windows live and not webmail hehehe.
There are other email clients out there
that will work as well.  Anyways,  yes we
love to take pictures of the scenery and
of course of these silly little boys of ours.
So back to the journal.  Judy and I took
another bike ride out in the field Monday
of last week and yes the boys ran right
along with us.  I’m getting better at using
my selfie stick LOL.  Not great,  but I am
getting better.  I took a few pictures of us
out in the field,  but I think they would of
turned out better if I had just brought and
used my tripod LOL.  Oh well,  I did get
a few good selfies with me wearing the
shirt that my loving daughter gave me last
Fathers day.  A Journey t shirt.  The county
has been working on the roads down our
ways for the passed week.  They’re trying
to get the road ready for wintertime.  Ice
and snow tend to mess them up pretty bad.
Those darned ice heaves can cause you
to lose your eyeteeth hehehe,  if of course
you still have them.  I haven’t any teeth to
worry about LOL.  Of course now that we
have our Nissan Rogue,  the bumps aren’t
quite as bad as they were when we were
in our lil red Mazda Protege with 13 inch
wheels hehehe.  Boy you could feel every
bump in that little car.  I still miss my little
red bomb.  I had that Mazda for almost 20
years and it served me well.  I know it’s
silly to get attached to a car,  but I had it
longer than I have had anything.  Judy
even misses that little car,  but we’re glad
to have our white Phantom.  Yep,  that’s
what we call our car.  It’s the name of the
color of it,  Phantom White 🙂  The boys
are busy now aggravating Judy for treats.
LOL,  they can be demanding at times 🙂
We love them.  They keep us amused and
happy.  Yes they have their moments that
they wear on our nerves like any dog or
child,  but we love them none the less 🙂
My weather program says that it is 69 F
degrees right now at 3:05 PM.  Gotta love
this weather 🙂 <3  I do not miss that old
Texas heat one bit LOL.  I do though miss
family and friends as well as being able to
go to Port Aransas.  Port Aransas will
always be one of Mine and Judy’s favorite
places.  We’ve got tons of pictures and
videos of our visits down there and we will
often take a photo voyage and relive all
of those wonderful moments in our minds.
Those pictures and videos bring back the
sights and sounds of the Port Aransas
shore.  We are hoping to be able to one
day return to Port A and have many more
experiences.  Thankfully though we’ve
got many forms of blessings that keep our
hearts pumping up here in Maine.  The
seasonal beauty becomes a masterpiece
as each day explodes with blessings.  I
am always in search of another picture
to take or video to capture.  Thank You
God for all of the wonderful things that
You have given Judy and I.  These boys
of ours are truly a blessing.  Judy and I
also have truly wonderful daughters that
we could not be more proud of.  I’m glad
that my daughter and I were able to let
the past be the past and find a future
that we could be more close.  Of course
she is in Texas,  but we are close at heart.
I love you Jamye and Sami.  I hope to
see yall again real soon.  My mom has
been a big help to Judy and I, for without
her we might not of made it.  I love you
mom.  Thank you for all that you have
done for Judy and I and especially all
that you have done for me in the past 🙂
Thank You God for all of these blessings.
For without You,  I would not be here
at all and I would be missing all of the
magic that goes on around me.  So now
with that said,  I reckon it’s time for me
to be taking a little trip back through
all of my rambling 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 believe I may
have stumbled on a good title just about
a 3rd of the way back LOL.  Now let’s
see what if anything at all I can do with
it.  Here goes nothing hehehe Hope not.

A Photo Voyage

A timeless scene
in photographs,
those memories
of the past.
A photo voyage
to a place,
a page, a stage,
a smiling face.
A little venture
I remember
now that burns
as brightest ember.
My photographs
recall a time
the days and lives
of yours and mine.
The scenes become
a wondrous dream
a photo voyage
we once had seen.
All those moments
now live on,
a photo voyage
of days long gone.

©By Bill Pearce
Aug 7,  2016

So there ya go.  I hope you liked the poem.
Those memories still fuel poetry within me.
I hope my rambling didn’t put you to sleep.
LOL although,  if you needed a nap,  then
I hope it helped a little hehehe.  I do tend
to ramble a bit don’t I 🙂  I can’t help it LOL.
I’m just a rambling man.  So I wonder,  is
there anything that I need to tell you.  Well,
Judy’s sister Dena is doing fairly well.  She
came home from the hospital last weekend.
She had lung cancer.  She’s waiting on the
biopsy now.  Keep her in your prayers and
my sister Peggy is doing fairly well.  She’s
on the last leg of treatment for her cancer.
Please keep them both in your prayers.
Ok,  so I guess that’s about all I have for
ya this week.  Now 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.  Yep,  10 more poems
with 1 of them being sort of Christmassy.
Actually I wrote 1 more poem Saturday
to put in a picture so that ups the count
to 11 hehehe.  I also 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 with that said I reckon
it’s time for me to be searching for that
confounded off switch,  but not before
I wish you a most wonderful weekend
or what that’s left of it if anything  and
a truly blessings filled week.  Remember,
Jesus loves you and we do too.   Now,
where could that off switch be hiding
this week?  Hmm,  let me think,  hmm,
I think I see movement behind my other
keyboard.  Yeppers,  I see ya.  You
almost went undetected there while you
were lying right beside my little Animal
figurine hehehe,  but ya moved and well,
Gotcha,  see ya CLICK zzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

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

P.S  A link to Judy’s new book as at
the end of the journal along with the
others.  Enjoy 🙂

Now it’s on with the poems and haiku
10+1 and 22 hehehehehehehehehehe 🙂

A Silent Storm

A stormy sky
that ones can see
warns of times
for you and me.
But so often
is no alarm
to give a warning
silent storm.
Some will harness
all they feel
inside tightly
to conceal.
Yet a moment
might show true
a silent storm that
comes in view.

©By Bill Pearce
Aug 1,  2016

Monday Monday

The weekend’s passed now
I truly see
Monday Monday
ones don’t agree.
Some see Monday,
troubles begun
back to the grind stone
without fun.
Yet so many will
look and find
Monday Monday
great design.
The times beginnings
weeks release
Monday Monday
seeking peace.
Monday Monday
brings to view
life surmounted
fresh and new.
Then the week is
days to find
looking forwards
to weekends mind.

©By Bill Pearce
Aug 1,  2016

In The Evening

Time will come
and time will go
as each moment
finds its flow.
In the shadows
sun will shine
leaving glimmers
time to time.
In the evening
there’s a while
leaving hopeful
for a smile.
With it’s minutes
ticking on
in the evening’s
seeking dawn.
Soon the starlight
will be leaving
that’s now showing
in the evening.
So enjoy it
oh so true
in the evening
wondrous view.

©By Bill Pearce
Aug 1,  2016

A Dreamers Smile

The sense of a moment
that gathers no moss
can be a mere fraction
of lesser the loss.
The smile of a dreamer
will welcome a time,
a fantastical journey
with words of a rhyme.
Pages that are written
become a dreams book
sought for by hopeful
some moments to look.
In a dreamers smile
there becomes such a place
that’s found mesmerizing
scenes on a face.
Various turnstiles
bring forth a great view
of a dreamers smile
from then thereunto.

©By Bill Pearce
Aug 5,  2016

Demanding Time

Distant days,
now so gone
leave a phase
of dusk to dawn.
Demanding time
will take your peace
leaving bitter
to never cease.
Loose the hold of
each mistake.
Seek the future
wide awake.
Find the peaceful
here and there
found within
a moments prayer
Look for blessings
found divine.
Don’t be always
demanding time.

©By Bill Pearce
Aug 5,  2016

The Name Of The Game

Choices discernible
become as the game,
winning and losing
while ones go insane.
Lifestyles of many
are just out in space
and don’t see the weary
with lines on their face.
The name of the game
is a troublesome course
sometimes misleading
with greeds wanted force.
The choices with voices
can sometimes be sad,
because of the past days
journeys they had.
Time keeps on ticking
as the moments proclaim
that fate and our choices
are the name of the game.

©By Bill Pearce
Aug 5,  2016

Cloudy Days

Mornings sunshine
comes so bright
then some white clouds
come in sight.
Scenes created
in the blue
cloudy days are
greater view.
Pictures painted
in the sky
cloudy days will
give reply.
Answers to our
thoughts in time
found within
a clouds design
Words as wisdom
white and grays
are within the
cloudy days.

©By Bill Pearce
Aug 5,  2016

Lost In A Room

Now is a fraction
counted and seen
seconds and minutes
nightmare or dream.
Lost in a room,
words are not heard
some making sense
and some just absurd.
A remembered thought
might seem as a place
lost in a room
an aroma or taste.
My heart beats faster
as each time displays
echoes of the past
in all my dismays.
Yet all the minutes
and moments now gone
are lost in a room
for I must move on.
Leaving the shadows
of my own despair
and seeking the better
that’s found within prayer.
Now is a fraction
I must now attune
releasing the sadness,
lost in a room.

©By Bill Pearce
Aug 5,  2016

That Snowy Day

Summertime’s memoirs
so many will view
sunning and swimming
in water so blue.
Yet I find the days
of a summertime’s while
the doorway to winter
with a Christmastime smile.
Those scenes come to life
in my mind as I gaze
as I remember
those snowy white days.
Christmas music playing
so joyful to hear
that snowy day
of my yesteryear.
I remember blessings
that season brings forth
the white snow falling
on us way up north.
The memories now alive
are seeking that day
Christmastime’s venture
on that snowy day.

©By Bill Pearce
Aug 5,  2016

Within A Glance

Free falling through life
as each stage is set
a glance might not see
what you wish to get.
Timetables turning
bringing us chance
is often misconceived
within a glance.
Acting too rashly
and not thinking through
the things that you’ll say
or things that you’ll do.
Within a glance
right now might seem
a blessing so wondrous
found as a dream,
but with inaccuracy
comes such a price
within a glance
of a hurried device.
Look for the truthful
found beyond fiction
within a glance
of ones contradiction.
Truth is a pathway
with much better chance,
lessens remembered
within a glance.

©By Bill Pearce
Aug 5,  2016

New Limerick Train Tracks

Train tracks in snowfall
as stories foretold
become as the pathways
to the young and the old.
New Limerick train tracks
show journeys upon
those time frames as echoes
as minutes tick on.
Lifetimes of travels
those tracks have been through
found in New Limerick
from then thereunto.
Train tracks through winter
bring snowfall alive
as the engineers life
will continue to drive.
New Limerick train tracks
all covered with snow
in the wintertime’s journeys
where all that they go.

©By Bill Pearce
Aug 6,  2016

Haiku
for Aug 5,  2016

A peaceful evening
exposes many blessings
found deep in the mind.

Doorways to hopeful
are often clouded with time
as God’s time is true.

Misty mornings come
bringing essence for flowers
to help them to bloom.

Chance is a time
that implicates itself as
what that must happen.

Daisies will blossom
bringing beauty all around
in many colors.

The sky’s formations
are many different views
often with some clouds.

Shadows of a tree
might expose fear within you
as the limbs will sway.

Hateful is a thought
that comes to life through actions
and words that are said.

Leftover moments
can fall into today’s life
and become baggage.

Shouting every word
only puts fuel on the fire
to increase the flame.

A dreamers snowflake
falls to Earth as a blessing
to land as pure love.

Various actions
show us what that is the truth
and what is a lie.

Repetitive moments
bring forth the fact of lifestyles
that many will live.

Beyond what we see
is a spirit world of life
that continues on.

Fragrance of summer
finds aromas of mown lawns
that cause ones to sneeze.

Cherishing minutes
can become a mere burden
preventing right now.

Loosely fitting thoughts
will fall pray to discussion
as ones see the truth.

The passing of time
shows our yesterdays ventures
and all we went through.

In the break of dawn
comes a chance for a new day
with new beginnings.

Uncontrolled anger
will explode as dynamite
with a real short fuse.

Being too nosy
can acquire lesser of friends,
for we all need space.

A steep hill of life
can often cause us to fall
if we’re not careful.

©By Bill Pearce
Aug 5,  2016

Judy’s newest books (Pearlescent)
and (Just Get Up And dance) can be
found here which has all of her books.
Take a look sometime.
http://www.amazon.com/Judy-Pearce/e/B00N5CW382
My wife Judy’s Poetry other books 🙂
{Moonlight and Owls by Judy Pearce}
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/moonlight-and-owls-judy-pearce/1114669533?ean=9781630009021
and her newest
{Hello My Name Is Benny}
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/hello-my-name-is-benny-judy-pearce/1120261452?ean=9781627721400
They can also be found at Amazon
http://www.drawingart.net
Ben Geurts Drawing Art site
and Old Fashioned Christmas site
http://www.anoldfashionedchristmas.com/
My Animal’s Greetings site below
http://www.animalsgreetings.com/
One of my friends sites below
http://christianpraise.net/
and once again the poetry contest at
Whisperpoetry
http://www.whisperpoetry.com/
http://www.blueturtlecrossing.com/
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Christian_Free_Style_Poetry
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/poets_playwrights_prophets_pixies
Me on YouTube
http://www.youtube.com/poetbill
Your frosty friend Bill 🙂

Footprints In Time

ANIMAL’S GREETINGS

Hello my friends

It’s a nice day today with a temperature
of 77 F degrees and a high of 77 F.  Not
too bad for summertime if ya ask me 🙂
Nope,  not bad at all.  Still,  the humidity
is about to do me in.  Yes,  once again,
to those that do not know LOL,  I am
very hot natured and I can’t handle too
much heat.  My old body is better off in
the cold LOL.  The boys are outside now.
It’s such a pretty day.  They need to be
out there and enjoying it.  I’ll join them
when I finish writing 🙂  Judy and I went
bike riding yesterday in the field and
the boys ran right along with us.  There
are things about summertime such as
that which I will miss,  but sweating my
life away is not one of them hehehehe.
It looks like the next few days will be
in the upper 70’s and later a few days
in the lower 80’s.  I feel sorry for yall
down south of us,  but then,  you might
feel sorry for us during the wintertime 🙂
The only thing I hate about wintertime
is the latter part of it where the snow
starts melting and turning into slush and
then refreezes making a not so wondrous
ice skating rink LOL.  The boys love
the snow,  although I think Benny loves
it a bit more LOL.  Rocky is more like
Milo was and he prefers to be indoors
most of the time,  but Benny is literally
a snow dog.  The only time he is ready
to come inside is when he can’t handle
the cold anymore,  but then after he has
come inside and warmed up a bit,  he’s
ready for another go LOL.  They both
will play and bounce around together
in the snow.  The day that Rocky saw
snow for the first time we were not
sure how he would react and that day
we found out.  Him and Benny made a
mad dash out to the field through the
snow.  Rocky was having the time of
his life and that day we found it hard
to get him back to the house hehehe.
I joined them out in the field and took
some pictures and videos of them and
the snow.  Yeppers,  Benny and Rocky
have become the best of friends.  They
play chase and wrestle around.  Every
once in a while they’ll also do as true
brothers and get into a scuffle over a
treat or a toy, LOL and we will have to
break it up.  They’re getting better,
but yes,  they do act like brothers <3
of course of different breeds hehehe.
I had to turn on our air conditioner
a little while ago.  Our PC’s put out
a lot of heat and this room was getting
stifling.  I let the boys back inside a
little bit ago also.  They’re both lying
in the floor now enjoying the AC LOL.
This passed week has been a fairly
nice one.  It’s rained a few days off
and on,  but that was a welcomed sight.
Judy and I might do some more bike
riding tomorrow.  With the ground
not so soggy it makes it easier to ride.
Until we get to where we feel that we
can handle a longer ride,  I think we
will keep our rides in the field and in
our driveway where the boys can also
run along with us.  Then, when we feel
we can go further,  we might get out
the doggy trailer and bring them with
us.  I’m guessing that the trailer will
be pulled by me LOL.  It attaches to
the back of a bike.  Anyways,  that’s
future desires 🙂  For the present days
we will deal with each day as it comes.
The day is now coming to an end as I
watch the sky darkening up gradually
as the minutes pass.  I had to stop my
writing a moment ago due to a few
conflicts within this room,  but they
are resolved 🙂  It just took me a bit
to get back into my writing mode
again.   Problems will come and go,
but peace can still be found 🙂  Yep 🙂
especially with two rowdy little boys
that love to create a ruckus and one
that gets kicks out of pulling my tissues
out of my box and eating them LOL.
Now here’s a laugh,  the other day,
Judy and I saw something white on
Rocky’s pooper/buttocks/hiney/back
side/posterior, etc, etc, etc LOL and it
turned out to be tissues.  He’s learned
how to wipe his own butt by eating my
tissues and pooping them hehehe.  Now
I have my tissue box taped to the wall
on my side of the bed with duct tape,
but that didn’t stop him LOL,  he just
climbed over on my night stand and
proceeded to pull them out.  Soooo,
I have begun just tucking the tissues
in the box so he can’t grab them.  So
far it has worked HaHaHa.  He’s also
gotten a hold of Judy’s tissues,  but
he seems to have been focused more
on mine for some dumb reason that
I cannot think of hehehe.  Though for
the moment,  it looks like I may have
solved that problem.  I was running
out of tissues LOL.  Our home has
literally gone to the dogs 🙂  It’s OK,
it keeps it interesting.  We can get
bored,  but it’s not easy hehehehehe.
It seems that every day has a brand
new mystery to be uncovered or pulled
from the tissue box.  God has blessed
us with love in many different ways.
I enjoy watching the clouds in the
sky as they paint their pictures of the
many things that I can imagine and
the seasons show their own type of
decor with their footprints in time.
Yes,  each season has its own place
in the days of our lives.  I guess it’s
time for me to hush and begin my
quest back through all that I have
written here to see if I can find me a
good word or phrase that will work 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.  It looks
like I may have found a title just a
few lines back 🙂  Now to see if I can
do anything with it 🙂  Here goes…

Footprints In Time

Seen as a footstep
that’s making its way
there are some footprints
with words which to say.
Words of a journal
that ears cannot hear,
found as a portion
of our yesteryear.
Each day is a page
of a book with words
sometimes recalled as
a large flock of birds.
Minutes will leave us
if time is ignored,
yet they will find us
sometimes as deplored.
So,  make your journey
with blessings to find
found in the thresholds
of footprints in time.

©By Bill Pearce
July 31,  2016

There ya go.  I did what I could with that
title 🙂  It seems no matter what title I use,
God guides me to say what I need to say.
The sun is setting,  but there’s still a little
light out there.  8.01 PM is sunset and it’s
7:58 PM 🙂  The temperature has dropped
a bit.  Now it’s 67 F degrees.  It feels good.
Judy went to lie down for a bit.  She has
been working long and hard on her new
book.  She finally got it done and I think
it’s great.  I read it yesterday to help her
to look for typo’s and such and I loved
it.  We found a couple of typo’s,  but they
were small.  Anyways,  it’s published.
It’s titled,  “Just Get Up And Dance” 🙂
So,  what else is there to tell you that I
have not already?  Oh yea,  as far as
I know,  my sister is doing well.  My
other friends are still needing prayer.
A few fighting cancer also.  Cancer is
a cruel disease and it’s not prejudice
about whose lives it will infect and
destroy.  Be strong my friends,  for
God is always with you.  You might
not be aware of it,  but He is.  Now,
I believe 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,
but I did write another poem earlier
today which ups the count to 11 poems.
Also 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.  So I reckon it’s
time for me to be searching for that
ornery off switch,  but not before I
wish you a most wonderful weekend,
or whatever is left of it and a truly
blessings filled week,  Remember,
Jesus loves you and we do too.  Now,
where could that silly off switch be
hiding this week?  Hmm,  searching,
LOL I see ya.  Thought you found
a good hiding spot this time didn’t ya?
Well,  it might of been aside from one
small little problem,  I noticed my
paper moving up and down as you
breathed hehehe.  Maybe next week.
Gotcha,  see ya CLICK zzzzzzzzzzz.

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

P.S  A link to Judy’s new book as at
the end of the journal along with the
others.  Enjoy 🙂

P.S. again hehehe
I bought me a selfie stick.

Now it’s on with the poems and haiku
10+1 and 22 hehehehehehehehehehe 🙂

Those Days Are Gone

The past is an echo
in now days attire,
the clothing ones wear
or sought to acquire.
Yet so many people
will look back and say
those days are gone,
now look at today.
They point out the problems
instead of the good
while adding to sadness
with what they wish would.
Those days are gone
the times we recall
and now is the journey
we walk,  maybe fall.
Truth is the pathway
that lies cannot hide
while now might seem gruesome
with hell bent applied.
Take a step back now
and see what you’re doing,
those days are gone,
it’s now that you’re screwing.
Look for the blessings
and fuel them with love,
then those days long gone
let them fly like a dove.
Let God The Father
to help you move on,
for then is just baggage
for those days are gone.

©By Bill Pearce
July 30,  2016

Cloudy Scenes

Clouds above me
skies of blue
paintings painted
wondrous hue.
Pictures forming
in the sky
become doorways
that can fly.
Windows form as
worlds to see
cloudy scenes
God given free.
Scenes like magic
form and change,
a puff of wind
then rearrange.
Cloudy scenes
of moments gain
often beauty
formed as rain.
Then a rainbow
finds its place
cloudy scenes
a smiling face.

©By Bill Pearce
July 30,  2016

Comes With Peace

Violent actions
only fuel
that of minions
found a fool.
Times found bitter
turning points
leave so many
aching joints.
Heartless people
do not see
what they’ve done
to history.
Yet with actions
love can prove
we can find a
better groove.
Not judgmental
of ones skin
or what place
is found their kin.
Faces painted
human beings
love and peace
should be agreeing.
Time can venture
war to cease
for it’s what that
comes with peace.

©By Bill Pearce
July 30,  2016

Beyond My View

A starry night
with moonlight bright
displays a porthole
far from sight.
A scene of wonder
found here under
stars that twinkle
scenes asunder.
Beyond my view
of thereunto
a place might be
for you and me.
A distant place
a smiling face
with ones like us
to soon embrace.
A starry night
might shed some light
beyond my view
it may,  it might.

©By Bill Pearce
July 30,  2016

Without Some Thought

When stepping on out
and not looking first
you might just become
one needing a hearse.
Without some thought
not making a plan
you might just become
what troubles expand.
Living without thinking
and not seeing true
without some thought
can destroy you.
Don’t be a dummy
and head out in life
without some thought
and fill full of strife.
Of course some moments
will also show true
without some thought
much better for you.
Yet many doorways
displaying in time
without some thought
can be bad to find.
So allow some time
to think clearly through
what that is better
for you then to do.
Most of the time
yet surely not always
without some thought
can turn into grays.

©By Bill Pearce
July 30,  2016

A Step In Time

A shimmer,  a shadow
as stories unfold
displays the ventures
from young unto old.
A step in time
with our memories
might be as a field
or the deep blue seas.
Mountainous moments
that fall into place
a step in time
becomes an embrace.
A window to look through,
a voyage you have been
a step in time
might remember when.
Seen as a glimmer
the things we have done
a step in time
shows us oh so young.
Traipsing in meadows
or creeks to and fro
a step in time
is a time that we know.
Memories remembered
that now are sublime
come from the moments
a step in time.

©By Bill Pearce
July 30,  2016

The Last Beating Heart

With passion of turnstiles
the last beating heart
becomes a memoir
with new days to start.
Journeys foreboding
can leave ones insane
with only a heartbeat
of hell to attain.
The minutes that flourish
need us you and me,
the last beating heart
to help love succeed.
Let’s not let its fire
to cease with its flame,
for the last beating heart
needs help to exclaim.
Voices must ring
before love falls apart
and there is no rhythm
the last beating heart.

©By Bill Pearce
July 30,  2016

A Season’s Breeze

Spring brings flowers
and breezes blowing
a potion for blessings
time is bestowing.
Then with the changes
summer arrives
breezes blowing
helping survive.
Without the breezes
summer would be
a hot time remembered
for you and for me.
Then is found autumn,
fall as it’s said
leaves changing colors
because they are dead.
Becoming an essence
of beauty divine,
fall finds snow flakes
sought winter time.
Then as the snow falls
some pictures display
a season’s breeze
as snowflakes play.
A season’s breeze
is that of a style,
springtime to winter
filled with a smile.

©By Bill Pearce
July 30,  2016

Visions Of Life

Some see life as
just but a rhythm
that might be dead
that’s found deep within them.
The visions of life
are many times wrong
as ones uncover
another days dawn.
Life is a pathway
often with troubles
lessons to learn
from all of our struggles.
Visions of life are
sometimes as dreams
things to remember
as rippling streams.
Yet then so often
our visions will be
life as a whirlwind
with so much to see.
Our visions of life
will change day to day
as we continue
our daily display.

©By Bill Pearce
July 30,  2016

Stargazer

Like a stargazer
I stare at the sky
seeking a spaceship
near to fly by.
Watching the seconds
as hours will pass,
a stargazers sight
with an alien class.
Seeing the starlight
twinkle and shine,
I a stargazer
just look for a sign.
Seeking for something
that I do not know
a space craft flying,
a UFO.
Yes I a stargazer
look to the stars
also found searching
for Venus and Mars.
Time is no moment,
for minutes evade
a retired old man
with life to degrade.
A stargazer searches
to find a great view
in the night sky above
and day sky of blue.

©By Bill Pearce
July 30,  2016

A Mere Moment

A time when you look
and see your reflection
found within heartbeats
daily connection.
A mere moment
that finds you a smile
amidst of the journey
a dusty roads mile.
A time when you see
some shadows appear
fantastic moments
of your yesteryear.
Yes a mere moment
can brighten your day
with many memories
to lighten the gray.

©By Bill Pearce
July 31,  2016

Haiku
for July 30,  2016

Life is a page turned
that’s often noticed dog-eared
to remember times.

Displays of a heart
are often found as empty,
but be full instead.

Change is a wording
that many find confusing,
thinking life or cash.

Not moving forward
can become moving backwards
for you will not stay.

Beyond what we see
is a sight beyond our sight
that many will seek.

Nothing is something,
for it is actually time
that has not been found.

Nowhere is somewhere,
for if you say you’re nowhere,
it states you’re somewhere.

Exhibiting skies
with a few clouds passing by
becomes a picture.

Searching for others
a flower exposes life
as its own design.

A bumblebee’s life
is that of mere decisions
from day one of life.

Some autumn leaves fall
and their colors paint the wind
while they fall to Earth.

The voice of a dog
is not that it cannot speak,
but we don’t listen.

Challenges of time
are often just many fears
we should overcome.

Sidestepping people
leave many trails left and right
avoiding choices.

Scenes of the ocean
are as waves crashing ashore
becoming a dream.

Voids of creation
find many questions to ask
that have no answers.

Flavors of ice cream
change to love of emotions
filled with desire.

The length of rainbows
are immeasurable miles,
for they are but light.

Desires of life
comes as things that we’re wanting,
but yet do not need.

Various rivers
have no direction in life,
but just to wither.

A fire that burns
uses all that is needed
to keep it alive.

Sadness of a loss
is brightened by memories
when mourning has ceased.

©By Bill Pearce
July 30,  2016

Judy’s newest book (Pearlescent) can be
found here which has all of her books.
Take a look sometime.
http://www.amazon.com/Judy-Pearce/e/B00N5CW382
My wife Judy’s Poetry other books 🙂
{Moonlight and Owls by Judy Pearce}
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/moonlight-and-owls-judy-pearce/1114669533?ean=9781630009021
and her newest
{Hello My Name Is Benny}
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/hello-my-name-is-benny-judy-pearce/1120261452?ean=9781627721400
They can also be found at Amazon
http://www.drawingart.net
Ben Geurts Drawing Art site
and Old Fashioned Christmas site
http://www.anoldfashionedchristmas.com/
My Animal’s Greetings site below
http://www.animalsgreetings.com/
One of my friends sites below
http://christianpraise.net/
and once again the poetry contest at
Whisperpoetry
http://www.whisperpoetry.com/
http://www.blueturtlecrossing.com/
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Christian_Free_Style_Poetry
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/poets_playwrights_prophets_pixies
Me on YouTube
http://www.youtube.com/poetbill
Your frosty friend Bill 🙂

The Human Race

ANIMAL’S GREETINGS

Hello my friends

This passed week has been sort of warm,
especially today.  Of course nothing that
would compare to what it is down south of
us LOL.  Though with all of the freaking
humidity,  the 80’s are sweltering.  LOL I
can remember Judy and I talking on the
phone back in 2001 and her telling me it’s
hot and me asking how hot is it.  She said
85 F and I laughed and said it’s a 105 here.
But now I see that there is more humidity
up here at least it sure feels like it.  That
is what makes it feel hot.  If it were not
for all of the humidity,  it would not be so
bad,  but then our AC dehumidifier would
not cool us off LOL.  We’d have to always
use the air conditioner cool settings and
that would run our light bill up a ton more.
Our granddaughter Rylee had a birthday
last week.  She turned 9.  They waited to
celebrate it Saturday,  so yesterday they
had a Hawaiian luau.  I stayed home and
watched the boys.  I still had my poems
and haiku to write.  Plus I still don’t care
for going over to Judy’s ex’s house.  It
just bothers me.  Although I know all of
her kids live with him,  it still makes me
a bit unnerving with the thought of being
in his home.  Oh well,  me and the boys
had a good day.  I wrote all of my poetry
and haiku and edited them looking for
those nasty old type’s LOL while Benny
and Rocky stayed in the living room just
watching for mom/Judy to come home.
I stopped ever so often and went in and
played with them.  Then back to the old
writing grind.  We took the boys out for
a little field trip Wednesday and I took
them out again Thursday so they have
had a few runs in the field and loved it.
They are so cute how they will run side
by side bumping into one another.  It’s
a joyous sight.  It has rained off and on
this passed week.  Judy and them got
rained on a bit yesterday,  but it soon
passed.  She took a lot of pictures of the
luau.  Rylee got a lot of nice gifts.  When
I got done writing my poems and all as
well as editing,  the boys started barking
saying mom’s home.  Yep,  good timing.
She got home just in time to watch TV
with me.  One of our favorite programs
was just coming on,  Ghost Adventures.
Right now it’s 82 F degrees and yes it’s
humid.  My PC weather program says
there’s 90 degrees humidity in the air.
It’s going down.  Earlier it was 100 🙂
Both of the boys are in here with Judy
and I enjoying the AC 🙂  Being we only
have this portable air conditioner,  we
can only do one room at a time hehehe,
but by the time we’re ready for bed,  the
temperature has already cooled down
to where it’s actually quite nice.  Though
on the nights that it does not,  then that
portable AC gets aimed into our bedroom.
But for now,  the fans do a pretty good
job.  The weather up here is a far cry
from the weather in Texas and that’s no
lie LOL.  One thing that I truly miss in
Texas is my family and friends along
with the ability to drive down to Port
Aransas time to time as well as swim in
the swimming pool at the apartment
complex.  But now I see that Greenville
has acquired a Splash Kingdom and that
looks like a fun place to go.  Yet,  the
miles that separate us is too grand and
the travel is too much for us to be able
to do.  So,  we just enjoy the days that
God gives us.  I’m looking forward to
our lil trip down to southern Maine to
Baxter State Park next month.  Judy
said that her sister would watch the
boys for us,  but I think it would be
worth the money to take them to the
Katahdin Critters and let them meet
some new dogs and maybe even swim
in the doggie pool.  They aren’t much
on the liking of playing in water,  but
I figure if they see other dogs playing
and swimming in it,  then they’ll want
to as well.  Ya know,  that old monkey
see,  monkey do syndrome.  Yep,  if we
find that they liked swimming in the
pool then and only then will I dig out
their doggy pool.  It gets tiring trying
to keep the pool clean and all just for
them to get a drink of water out of it.
They do have water bowls ya know 🙂
And it’s hard on me to change out the
water when it gets scuzzy.  I’ve gotta lift
up the edges to get the water to pour
out.  Anyways,  we shall see.  One day
when we have enough money and can
find a doghouse that both of the boys
can use together,  we’ll get it.  The little
doghouse I bought for Benny is just too
small,  plus it is getting old and rickety.
It’s underneath the kiddy pool and the
picnic table covered with a tarp and too
hard to dig out.  Benny and Rocky are
inside dogs anyways aside from their
love to go out and play from time to
time,  but when they’re done,  they’re
ready to come back inside with mom
and dad.  We might not be wealthy
with money,  but we’re rich when it
comes to God’s love.  He has watched
over us an protected us while giving
us what we need.  Maybe not what we
want,  but our needs none the less 🙂
The boys are playing right behind me
and bumping into my chair hehehehe.
They will often play chase throughout
the house running from one end to the
other LOL.  Yep,  life at the Pearce’s
Place has gone to the dogs.  Now I
have to unload some of my aggravation.
I am literally sick of politics and will
be ever so glad when November is
here and gone.  It seems politics brings
out the worst in people.  People that
were once friends,  become enemies
and unless that friendship was tight,
they never become friends again.  I’ve
had a few of those moments.  I just
wish everyone would unite for the
common welfare of humanity and
cease with all the prejudice,  sexist,
racial and religious bickering.  We
are of the HUMAN RACE or that’s
what I had thought.  We should love
one another no matter their creed or
color.  Yes there are some bad people,
but that doesn’t make them all bad.
That’s like saying an American killed
a Mexican and that makes all of us
bad.  Nope,  there are bad seeds in
the lot of us,  but we need to look
for the good in people and not judge
them just because of something one
of their race,  creed or lineage did.
I have friends of many different races
and beliefs.  God looks at us as His
children.  Not black or white or other.
So many translate the bible to fit in
their own beliefs and not what it is
meant to say.  I have met many that
do not believe in ghost,  but in the
bible you see them spoken of many
times.  Even the Holy Ghost.  Yes,
there are many that pick the bible
to pieces to say what they want it
to say and not what it means,  Don’t
be one of those people.  Seek for
the blessings of love and peace and
release the doorway to anger that
you might now have the knob firmly
in your grasp.  Let God show you in
His way the things you need to know.
Let His Words resonate within you
as you try to do your very best in
life.  Yes you will falter,  but that is
our humanity.  We fail so to learn a
lesson.  Someone that’s never failed
has never done anything,  but then
yes they have,  because they failed to
try.  I think I have gone and rambled
quite enough now and it’s time for
me to be taking my little trip 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 little place of my
recollection that I always like to
call RECOLLECT VILLE and it
looks like I may have found me a
decent title just a little ways back
in my rambling.  Now it’s time to
see if I can do anything with it 🙂
Here goes…….

The Human Race

The you and I
in me and you
is human race
not what we do.
We’re a family
you and I
the human race
with where and why.
We ask questions
you and me
the human race
we don’t agree.
So the doorways
paths we find
the human race
needs save mankind.
Seek the sameness
you and I
the human race
as time goes by.
Let God guide you
now and then
the human race
to less of sin.
Yet we’re sinners
you and me
the human race
that many see.
But we’re truly
seen the same
the human race
God’s Holy Name.

©By Bill Pearce
July 24,  2016

There ya go.  I know it’s not one of my
better poems,  but I gave it a gungho 🙂
I hope my rambling didn’t bore you to
sleep LOL.  I know I tend to drift from
1 topic to the other in a heartbeat LOL.
My sister is doing well.  I believe she’s
only got 1 more day of radiation  that’s
scheduled.  Then God be willing she will
be cancer free.  Please keep her in your
prayers.  Mom says she’s gotten really
weak due to the radiation,  but God is
with her.  So what else is there to tell
you before I continue with closing this
mess?  Oh yea  my bro Mark Green
came through surgery with flying colors
and he is doing very well.  So I reckon
that’s about all to tell you aside from
what I tell you every week and that is,
I wrote some more poems and haiku.
Yep,  10 more poems and 1 of them is
a Christmas poem 🙂  Also once again
I wrote 22 haiku for all of the haiku
lovers out there.  Now I believe it’s
time for me to begin my search for
that not so elusive off switch,  but not
before I wish you a most wondeful
weekend or whatever is left of it and
a blessings filled week.  Remember,
Jesus loves you and we do too.  So
OK,  where are ya hiding this week
ya silly little off switch?  Hmmmmm,
what is that I see behind the bubbles
that I bought to blow and let the boys
chase them?  LOL,  yeppers,  that
is you.  Ya thought I wouldn’t look
over there didn’t ya!  Well stand up
and bow,  because you’re caught 🙂
Gotcha,  see ya CLICK zzzzzzzzzzz.

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

P.S  A link to Judy’s new book as at
the end of the journal along with the
others.  Enjoy 🙂

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

Too Deep

Beneath a thought
and waves of time
there might just be
a thinking mind.
Too deep the focus
and moments gaze
many continue
their stir minded ways.
A cup of emotions
filled with conceptions
might be too deep
for others perceptions.
Within a road
with footsteps upon
there might be many
with right and wrong.
Life is a story
that time frames will keep
sometimes too shallow
sometimes too deep.

©By Bill Pearce
July 23,  2016

So True

A chocolate dream
and raspberry mind
builds an emotion
that so many find.
So true the minutes,
so true the days,
a peanut butter scent
on chocolate parfaits.
Desserts so Heavenly
as pie a la mode
while filling ones tummies
to make them explode.
Maybe a cherry
on top oh so sweet
of the fabulous moment
soon you will eat
Caramel covered ice cream
with berries so blue.
This is what many think
ice cream so true.

©By Bill Pearce
July 23,  2016

Essence Of Style

Rippling waters
of oceans divine,
the essence of style
is now on my mind.
Time as a painting,
pictures for free
so many memories
of the blue sea.
The essence of style
brings forth a scene
a minute, a moment
found in a dream.
Somewhere a picture
brings moments alive
where time is remembered
to surely survive.
Found as a memoir,
a moments turnstile
there is oceans time
essence of style.

©By Bill Pearce
July 23,  2016

A Christmas Summer

Those magical moments
of Christmastimes joy
bring back the memories,
me as a little boy.
The heat now of summer
cannot prevent time
the thoughts deep within me
of Decembers mind.
Within every second
of heartbeats array
a Christmas summer
lives on now today.
Throughout the mornings
until every night
a Christmas summer
lives on I delight.
Though as the minutes
and hours pass by
a Christmas summer
soon tells us goodbye.
Then with November
and December to come
Christmas awakens
in wintertime’s sun.
Yet now my memories
are helping me find
a Christmas summer
to live on my mind.

©By Bill Pearce
July 23,  2016

Beneath The Sky

A page of beauty
blue and white
I look up seeing
day and night.
Beneath the sky
I sit and gaze,
watching moments
changing phase.
The clouds float by
creating scenes
some as magical
rushing streams.
Times a portal
some to fade
beneath the sky
a moment made.
Looking up
some birds fly by
I see this all
beneath the sky.
The change of date
and times attained
beneath the sky
looks as it’s framed.
A picture portrait
of you and me,
the clouds might form
so we can see.
Beneath the sky
I search so deep
to find some peace
to help me sleep.

©By Bill Pearce
July 23,  2016

In An Instant

Quick as a flash
you might be there
a place,  a face
in need of prayer.
In an instant
life moves on
then one day
it’s surely gone.
Peoples choices,
peoples dreams
might just end up
filled with screams.
In an instant
you might be
a place,  a time
in history.
As repeated
time that’s passed
in an instant
shadows cast.
Lessons values
might foretell
what that’s Heaven,
what that’s Hell.

©By Bill Pearce
July 23,  2016

Rush Hour

In a hurry
people move,
striving for
their daily groove.
Minutes ticking
pages turn
while rush hour
brings the burn.
Scenes pass quickly
not to show
when you hurry
where you go.
Take it slowly
time to time
leave rush hour,
find sublime.
See the passing
scenes of day,
look for blessings
wondrous way.
Peace be with you
less rush hour.
Search to see
a blooming flower.
Heart to heart
Lord God appears
as rush hour
dissapears.

©By Bill Pearce
July 23,  2016

Wheel Of Fortune

The wanting of many
are the needs of a few
as the wheel of fortune
spins around me and you.
Wishers and dreamers
are often found sad,
not being thankful
for all that they’ve had.
Yet dreamers of truth
and what that can be
bring to life visions
that one day we’ll see.
The wheel of fortune
is a moments desire
often with passion
that might just catch fire.
But yet that big wheel
is often found flat
with ones in depression
of where that they’re at.
Sometimes that fortune
is found deep inside
as a big wheel of hopeful
with Lord God applied.

©By Bill Pearce
July 23,  2016

The Lone Ranger

Stood in a large room
I searched hard to see
the connection to others
that I found in me.
Yet the lone ranger
was I as I stood
the days of my life
I my own neighborhood.
So many people
would think they’re the same
with their own version
that they would explain.
But I was so different
as life went its way
as I the lone ranger
went day after day.
Only a few knew me,
but even they lacked
the knowledge of me
with thinking off track.
My poetic phrases
that came to my mind
was I the lone ranger
with my own design.
Even my insight
in life to and fro
was I the lone ranger
with no one to know.

©By Bill Pearce
July 23,  2016

As Time Goes By

The blink of an eye
can miss such a view
as a cloud overhead
or a true sky of blue.
As time goes by
and minutes are seen
time finds a way
for a magical bean.
Maybe no beanstalk
and no Jack at all
in the blink of an eye
for a giant to fall.
But a few flowers blooming
will grow from a seed
as time goes by
sometimes as a weed.
The viewpoints of life
are versions ones see
you within yours
and mine within me.
We need many blessings
from Lord God on High
to give us good guidance
as time goes by.

©By Bill Pearce
July 23,  2016

Haiku
for July 23,  2016

A minutes moment
might leave a large emotion
in your memories.

A change in lifestyle
does not prove change from within,
only time will tell.

Mysteries of life
are as flowers yet to bloom
and pages to turn.

Lost in a whirlwind
the seed of a flower blows,
to still be planted.

Beyond the starlight
holds visions of miracles,
not yet discovered.

Life in a bubble
will leave you without lessons
from the bumpy roads.

Trial and error
are the patterns that teach us
what we’re not to do.

Debating choices
often leaves ones in anger
if they choose other.

A true friend in life
will not care about issues,
accepting you as you.

War is a disease
that contaminates our lives,
thinking we’re better.

Many challenges
are but only challenges
and nothing much else.

Elusion of life
finds many empty pathways
without a lesson.

Shadows in the dark
show choices of perception,
but not always right.

Hopeful tomorrows
come from good choices today
and our yesterdays.

Our envisioned dreams
can become what that’s better
or what that is not.

Fruitful devices
can give us all that we need,
but also much bad.

Breathing in a breath
gives life a chance to flourish
or to spew hatred.

A worried mans face
might expose many pathways
of sadness and joy.

A soul in silence
will hold its breath and not breathe
to go unnoticed.

Darkness comes to life
as a ghost might hide within
to just seek some peace.

Disillusioned minds
will often head the wrong way
in search of the truth.

A thunderstorms roar
speaks of lightning within it
that brightens a night.

©By Bill Pearce
July 23,  2016

Judy’s newest book (Pearlescent) can be
found here which has all of her books.
Take a look sometime.
http://www.amazon.com/Judy-Pearce/e/B00N5CW382
My wife Judy’s Poetry other books 🙂
{Moonlight and Owls by Judy Pearce}
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/moonlight-and-owls-judy-pearce/1114669533?ean=9781630009021
and her newest
{Hello My Name Is Benny}
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/hello-my-name-is-benny-judy-pearce/1120261452?ean=9781627721400
They can also be found at Amazon
http://www.drawingart.net
Ben Geurts Drawing Art site
and Old Fashioned Christmas site
http://www.anoldfashionedchristmas.com/
My Animal’s Greetings site below
http://www.animalsgreetings.com/
One of my friends sites below
http://christianpraise.net/
and once again the poetry contest at
Whisperpoetry
http://www.whisperpoetry.com/
http://www.blueturtlecrossing.com/
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Christian_Free_Style_Poetry
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/poets_playwrights_prophets_pixies
Me on YouTube
http://www.youtube.com/poetbill
Your frosty friend Bill 🙂