Hello my friends

It looks like wintertime has finally grabbed
a hold and is giving it its very best.  We’ve
had a few nights at -18 F degrees and gotten
a lot of snow.  We’re expecting 12-18 inches
tonight and tomorrow on top of what we’ve
already got.  It snowed a little bit Saturday
and it snowed off and on throughout last
week.  I’ve been taking the boys out in the
snow and playing with them.  They love it
when I do that.  Right now according to my
computer radar,  it looks like the snow will
soon commence.  It’s supposed to be heavy.
Oh well,  we haven’t got anywhere that we
need to be,  so we’ll just sit tight and enjoy
it.  This is the life of living up north hehehe.
I might have to go out from time to time
and brush the snow off of our satellite dish,
but that’s no big deal now that it has been
lowered to where I can get to it LOL.  It
was up on top of our house and then I had
to just wait for it to clear itself being it was
out of reach.  That meant us being unable
to watch TV until the snow cleared off of
it on its own.  Bummer!  But now that it’s
within arms reach I can brush the snow
off of it and we can go back to watching
TV hehehe.  Anyways,  next topic.  Judy
is still painting.  She’s gotten pretty darn
good at painting too.  I’m amazed at how
much she has improved since she began.
I’ve written a lot more picture poems for
book number 3 LOL.  I never thought I
would be putting my picture poems in a
book,  but it is being done.  Big surprise!
It seems I spend every day working on my
picture poems.  It’s a lot harder than just
writing a poem LOL.  I’m writing about
each picture and then having to format
the poems into the pictures.  I know,  it
may not sound hard,  but it is when you’re
a perfectionist hehehe.  I am very picky
about the way it looks and reads.  LOL,
I might do one over 4 or 5 times before
I get it the way I am happy with it.  Yep,
it often gives me a headache LOL.  So,
next topic.  It looks like Judy and her
sisters will be starting a painting night.
They have a craft night once a month
that they get together and create,  but
now they’re fixing to start up a painting
night once a month.  Sounds cool to me.
While she’s doing that,  I’ll work on my
picture poems and what not.  Of course
I will also play with the boys hehehe 🙂
Benny and Rocky miss Judy when she’s
gone,  but I do my best to take their
thoughts away from it by taking them
outside for a play day and take a few
pictures and videos.  It all works out
well.  Everybody needs some time away
from each other.  It gives Judy and I
a breath of air,  being we’re both retired
and disabled.  It can get stuffy in the
house LOL.  Well,  it looks like since I
began writing this,  the storm has gotten
a lot closer according to my PC radar 🙂
Maybe a couple of hours away.  I might
go out and play in it LOL.  I’m still a kid
at heart.  I’m sure the boys will want to
come out and play with me hehehe.  They
always do 🙂  So what else is there for me
to tell you?  Hmm,  well,  our grandson
Christian came and spent Friday night
and Saturday with us.  We always enjoy
having him here.  We’ll miss these days
when he gets to the age that he no longer
wants to come and visit us.  He’s 15 now.
They grow up so fast.  I thank God for
the many blessings that He has given us.
Yes, I get discouraged from time to time,
but God pulls me through one way or
another.  I guess it’s time once again for
me to begin my little quest 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 seem always like to call
RECOLLECT VILLE.  I think I found a
decent title near the beginning of all of my
rambling hehehe.  Now to see if I can do
anything with it.  Here goes.

Right Now

Since the beginning
a time might not be
the moment you wanted
for now which to see,
but a pathway trodden
of just any old how
might not be needed
for you then right now.
A portion yet maybe,
but not fully true,
for right now might just be
not so clear to view.
The scenes in our vision
of a daily attire,
might not be right now
of Lord God’s desire.
So take heed with patience
and seek to endow
what God has envisioned
for you then right now.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 12,  2017

Okie dokie there ya go.  I hope it makes
sense to you.  Also I hope my rambling
made a little sense to you and didn’t just
put ya to sleep LOL.  Let’s see,  is there
anything else I need to tell you.  Judy’s
brother I doing OK.  There’s a lot going
on with him.  Please keep him and Judy
in your prayers.  Judy is often stressed
out worrying about what to do with her
brother.  So,  OK,  that’s all I’ve got and
now it’s time for me to begin my search
for that hardly elusive off switch,  but not
before I tell you what I tell you almost
every week and that is,  I wrote some
more poems and haiku.  10 more poems
with an added 4 being many of them are
picture poems.  So that brings the count
up to 14 poems and yes 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 it’s
time for me to begin searching for that
old off switch,  but first I want to wish
you a blessings filled week.  Remember,
Jesus loves you and we do too.  Now,
where is that off switch hiding this week
or more to the point,  playing peekaboo 🙂
Hmm,  looking around the room and in
places it has hidden in the past.  Wow,
ya done good this time,  but even still,
hiding behind my PC camera would of
made a better hiding spot for something
half your size LOL.  Better luck next week.
Gotcha,  see ya CLICK zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

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

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

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

Home From The Store

With clouds above
and snow of white
we took a drive
in winter’s light.
There and too
I took some pictures
the scenic drive
in winter’s mixtures.
My wife drove on
to town and back
and then we both
sought to unpack.
Our little dogs
were happy to see
us open the doors
and set them free.
They loved the ride,
but happier more
that we returned
home from the store.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 8,  2017

An Autumn Farm

Leaves of colors
yellow and red
display scenery,
autumns bed.
An autumn farm
becomes a sight
a scene to see
within daylight.
Seen as a painting
a picturesque view
this time and place
that colors accrue.
An autumn farm
of temporal time
seen as a painting
timeless sublime.
Yet it’s a picture
a mere photograph
an autumn farm,
a time that’s passed.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 8,  2017

Morning Sky

Ocean’s speaking
crashing waves
minutes passing
distant days.
Morning’s threshold
song and dance
waves become
a true romance.
Seen as stories
written true
morning sky
within my view.
Sunlight beaming
through the way
becomes blessings
in the day.
Scenic wonders
waves become
sounds of life
a beating drum.
With the oceans
morning sky
there are seagulls
sought to fly.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 8,  2017

Bird In Flight

A cloudy sky
displays the sun
while a morning
is begun.
A bird in flight
displays its wings
while it flutters,
shouts and sings.
Beneath its flight
the ocean flows
waves of time
that it bestows.
Time is echoed
words sincere
a bird in flight
of yesteryear.
The moment finds
a heartfelt day,
a bird in flight
that flies away.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 8,  2017

I Found A Trail

While one day
when walking around
I found a trail
of common ground.
It seemed to go
where I was too
this trail I found
within my view.
It had a sense
of driven time
this moments trail
so well defined
It seemed a path
for ones one day
to drive along
within their way.
The leaves displayed
an autumn scene
with thereunto
and in between.
As I trudged on
this autumn path
my mind found peace
with time to pass.
The steps I took
were found with ease
among the autumn
fallen leaves.
This was a time
of great detail
this fine day
I found a trail.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 8,  2017

A Distant Ship

While searching through
the waves that crash
a distant ship
is seen to pass.
The view is hazy,
but yet it’s seen
a distant ship
just like a dream.
It seems to sail
the ocean blue
within the waves
of thereunto.
While searching seeking
for a photograph
this distant ship
just sailed on passed.
Seeming timeless
it sailed on
until surely
it was gone.
A distant ship
was faded sight
found within
the evening light.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 8,  2017

Summer At The Dock

As minutes pass on
with ships sailing true,
summer at the dock
is a deep sky of blue.
The season is displayed
as the oceans request
summer at the dock
is the days very best.
Pictured as a dream
with a fishing attire
summer at the dock
is what I so desire.
The smell of the sea
with the seagulls flight
summer at the dock
is a wonderful sight.
Displayed as magic
that is seen from afar
summer at the dock
is a dreamers guitar.
Strummed as a blessing,
notes sounding clear,
summer at the dock
is what I wish to hear.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 8,  2017

Reflecting Fall

Timeless waters
show their hue
in reflections
tried and true.
Displayed colors
show so bright
as reflections
autumns light.
As a mirror
waters shine
reflecting fall
and its design.
Pictures taken
ones can see
become as a
mere memory.
Autumns flavors
give a call
within waters
reflecting fall.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 8,  2017

Tracks Of Autumn

Beyond the tracks
of cold steel rails
an autumn scene
shows its details.
Essence of journeys
displayed so fine
tracks of autumn
an awesome design.
Leaves seem painted
colors of joy
pictures detailing
autumns deploy.
Tracks made worthy
of seasons on worth
leaves changed colors
to show of their birth.
Tracks of autumn
carry on through
showing the season
within its own view.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 9,  2017

Down This Road

God gives places
wheels to turn
lessons gather
times discerned.
Some as headway
journeys through
and some others
more to do.
Down this road
might seem as snow
a driven pathway
which to go.
Yet the journey
might just be
down this road
to history.
A lesson learned
that time misled
down this road
to what’s ahead.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 9,  2017

The Snow Will Fall

Winter awakens
with snow of white
and pictures taken
such a sight.
The snow will fall
and paint its view
within the scenes
of old and new.
While this happens
two dogs play
as snow falls down
its magical way.
The seasons signs
are in the air,
the snow will fall
with love and care.
Pure as Heaven
and white as peace,
the snow will fall
as skies release.
Seen in a picture
dogs so small
display in essence
the snow will fall.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 9,  2017

One Fine Day

There was a day
of summers heat
that found the sight
of fish defeat.
A little boy
with fish in hand
was found with joy
this time so grand.
He was seeking
with baited hook
to wish a fish
to take a look
and then real quick
his line went tight
one fine day
of summer’s light.
He ran real fast
to show his catch
with rod and reel
and fish attached.
The boy found joy
in this display
that to him
was one fine day.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 9,  2017

Upon My Lap

A day of peace
is found within
a time of life
that did begin.
Our two boys
so furry true
just love to sit
and enjoy the view.
Upon my lap
they go to sleep
or look around
with eyes so deep.
Our furry boys
will always find
a wanted scene
within their mind.
As they look up
and ask to be
upon my lap
sitting fancy free.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 11,  2017

She Stood And Smiled

With snow of season
glazed of white
I saw her standing
in my sight.
This gorgeous woman
stood and smiled
amidst a photo
that time compiled.
Her brown eyes shown
of wondrous gaze
within winter’s
distant days.
She stood and smiled
as time went by
in snow of white
and cloudy sky.
She walked the path
within the snow
then stopped a while
to say hello.
She stood and smiled
my one true love
in snow of white
from Heaven above.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 11,  2017

for Feb 9,  2017

A mystery of life
might be your own perspective
of reality.

Life of a rainbow
is a short lived moment
that displays true peace.

Life as a flower
is a seasonal lifestyle
that is remembered.

A summer shower
brings a brand new horizon
refreshed with new life.

The sun tells stories
of a day to day display
that many are blind.

Snowflakes are journeys
that are as falling water
that changes its mind.

Tomorrows today
might have yesterdays tear drops
that we never dried.

A shadow of life
can become a living thing
through our perceptions.

Four paws of true love
is that of true forgiveness
while we remember.

Displayed as anger
we are often just confused
without the right words.

Living as liars
the truth will one day be seen
and expose the lies.

Thunder and lightning
tells a story in the skies
that ones hear and see.

Deceptions of weeds
are that of dandelions
and summer daisies.

Time is illusion
when the seconds have halted
to find a dream.

White snow of winter
is a moments emotion
that lives as Christmas.

A path through the woods
might be made to guide the way
or to just confuse.

The need of friendship
is a pathway through mistakes
that we must persist.

A forest of trees
may hold a moment alone
hidden fast away.

The sight of a ghost
becomes many thoughts we think
that deny or not.

As our lives find end
the beginning then is seen
to see what is true.

Within a heartbeat
holds a chance for existence
that might not be right.

A session of truth
can become a liars home
if it is allowed.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 9,  2017

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Hello my friends

It’s another day and another week gone by.
Yeppers,  it looks like we survived another
few days into February LOL.  This year is
proving to be a bumpy one,  but hopefully it
will smooth out soon.  Judy and I have been
working on volume 2 of our book.  It seems
to be giving a bit trouble with the PDF and
all,  but I’m sure Judy will get it done so I
can upload it to the site and begin making
it into a book.  We haven’t sold a lot of our
first book,  but we have hopes on it to one
day become a hit 🙂  The same with Judy’s
many other books that she has written.  Yep,
the Pearce’s Place is a busy little place 🙂
Benny and Rocky are in here right now in
their little doggy beds.  They just came back
inside just a moment ago from going potty.
We got a little bit of snow today.  It began
real early this morning,  although it didn’t
snow anything of any grand detail.  It’s
still white outside and cold none the less.
It’s 27 F degrees right now.  Still not near
what it’s been in the past on this day LOL.
I haven’t done any new conga drumming
videos lately.  LOL when I say lately,  I
mean this year.  I will though maybe in
the next few days or weeks or so do a new
video.  In the mean time I think I’ll just
keep on with my writing and doing picture
poems 🙂  So,  what else is happening in
the whereabouts of our place?  Hmmm,
well,  we had 120 gallons of heating oil
delivered Wednesday and hopefully that
will hold us for a while,  being we cannot
afford any more right now.  It put our oil
tank at a half a tank added with the 39
gallons that we bought last weekend on
our little back and forth to town with 2
5 1/5 gallon cans and 1 2 1/5 gallon can.
We have our thermostat set on 60 F and
the spare room and our bedroom shut off
from the living room where the thermostat
is,  so it is only basically concerning itself
with that part of the house.  We use our
radiator heaters in the PC room and in our
bedroom when needed.  Actually the only
reason we need the heating oil is to keep
the water pipes from freezing 🙂  Though
the heat that we get in the bedroom and
bathroom with the furnace does help to
keep it warm enough.  OK,  next topic.
Last Monday I trimmed my beard a bit.
LOL many that saw a picture of me had
thought that I shaved hehehe.  Nope,  I
just trimmed it really close.  It’s already
growing back out.  My beard grows fast.
Last Tuesday Judy and I went to town
and did some shopping at Walmart 🙂
Mind you,  not much shopping because
we didn’t have that much money,  so we
only spent like about 8 dollars hehehe.
We needed a few things and we were
able to get them with the can money we
got when we returned the cans at the
redemption place.  Thank God we got
our Social Security Friday LOL.  We
went to town and paid for the kerosene
and our electric bill Friday.  Wednesday
we just hung around the house and did
odds and ends,  while Thursday I went
outside with the boys and walked out
to check the mail.   They always want to
come with me out to the mailbox,  but I
always tell them to wait for me at the
house.  Then when I got back I played
with them for a bit and we went back
inside.  Friday after we got home from
paying all the bills,  I took the boys for
a little field trip out in the snow.  They
always love to run and play in the field.
Especially when there is snow on it 🙂
I had to walk softly,  because there was
just a few inches of snow on top of about
2 foot of snow that had sort of frozen
and I didn’t want to fall through hehehe.
Benny and Rocky are light weights and
they just skimmed across it no problem.
Yes of course I took pictures as I always
do LOL.  I also took a video of them
running in the snow back to the house 🙂
We love our boys.  There’s not a day
that we don’t see God’s Hands at work
in our lives.  Judy and I were talking
just yesterday about how we connected
and the things that we have found that
we enjoy the same.  With both of us
being writers and loving photography
among the many other things that we
both enjoy doing together.  God’s hands
were busy connecting the dots 🙂  We
each may often sit and wonder if God
is looking out for us,  but if you take a
good look at the miracles in your life,
you might find the answers.  A moment
that you now see might not show clearly
the pathways that God is directing,  but
in time the truth will unfold.  Have faith
that no matter how bad things may seem
there is always a prayer that is heard
and answered.  Maybe not the answers
that you wanted,  but the answers that
were necessary.  Now I believe it’s time
for me to be taking my little journey
back through all that I’ve written here
to that place of my recollection 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 that place I
always like to call RECOLLECT VILLE.
I believe I may have found a decent title
just a few lines back 🙂  Now to see if I
can do anything with it.  Here goes.

Skimmed Across

A time within,
a time without
becomes a time
that’s all about.
Scenes discovered,
scenes recalled
becomes a place
a time of auld.
Skimmed across,
skimmed afar
becomes a point
a shining star.
A person seen,
a person found
becomes someone
with time unwound.
A time of gain,
a time of loss
becomes our lives
we skimmed across.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 5,  2017

Ok,  so it might not be one of my better
poems,  but what did you expect hehehe?
No matter,   I hope you liked it.  Also I
hope you enjoyed my rambling.  Yes my
rambling was mostly about nothing LOL,
but if I entertained you for a moment
then I did my job.  Judy’s taking a break
from working on our book.  That’s good.
We’re in no hurry.  I’m sure it will get
done some time this month 🙂  LOL I’ve
already written 13 picture poems for our
3rd book.  I guess you could say that I
write a lot huh!  Yeppers,  that’s what I
do.  You would not believe how busy my
brain stays.  It rarely gives me a break.
It seems poetry is in my veins 🙂  We’re
expecting 3-6 inches of snow Tuesday
evening.  That’s not a whole lot for us.
We will more than likely stay put here
at home.  Judy’s brother is now once
again  in the nursing home and it looks
like he will remain there.  His health
is not good.  Keep him and the family
in your prayers.  So reckon I’ve told
you about all I can think of to tell you.
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
with an added 6 due to picture poems.
None of them are Christmas poems 🙂
LOL I’m sure I will begin writing them
again soon enough hehehe.  I did though
write 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 now it’s time for me to begin
my search for that hardly elusive off
switch,  but not before I wish you a most
wonderful week.  Remember,  Jesus
loves you and we do too.  OK,  so where
are ya hiding this time,  ya ornery off
switch?  LOL,  I reached in my bag of
Cheetos to get Cheeto and guess who
I found.  That was surely not he greatest
place to hide.  You do know that I am
eating them,  right?  Try harder next
week 🙂  Gotcha,  see ya CLICK zzzzzzz.

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

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

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

A Field Of White

With snow that’s fallen
there are trails
a field of white
our dogs details.
The scene’s alive
with our two boys
that run and play
as snow employs.
They’re now seen
amidst the snow
a field of white
each way they go.
Running quickly
a field of white
a wondrous view.
With doggy paws
and field of white
the setting sun
is blinding light.
The day’s at end
as they run home
a field of white
with winters tone.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 3,  2017

As Time Passes

A drive to town
in winters wake
becomes a scene
for time to take.
A moments view
that comes alive
as time passes,
a winters drive.
The snow is white
with classic signs
of melting days
with passing times.
Yet the snow will
fall once more
as time passes
like before.
The seasons life
is pictured well
a timeless voyage
with great detail.
A drive to town
is such a sight
as time passes,
winters light.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 3,  2017

Within My Mind

There is this scene
that comes to mind
a perfect place
and point in time.
A kite that flies
in the evening sky
and bird in flight
so high and dry.
Within my mind
I still can see
this sight so grand
in history.
It’s like a dream
that comes to life
a timeless view
with I and my wife.
So mesmerizing
this was found
a place and time
of sight and sound.
We saw the scenes
a point and time
that’s now just
within my mind.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 3,  2017


A tiny bird
of now and then
finds its wings
within the wind.
Flapping quickly
wings of time
are within
a painted sign.
For now seen
it is so free
a hummingbird
that I can see.
Sitting pretty
on a limb
painted thusly
nice and trim.
A hummingbird
of painted ways
sits within
a painters days.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 3,  2017

Autumn Memories

Once while walking
autumns days
I saw colors
found in phase.
Orange and red,
yellow to brown
other colors
on the ground.
Leaves still holding
fast to gaze
in their autumn
wondrous ways.
Seasons glimmers
there in sight
become shadows
day and night.
Autumns memories
find a place
found within
a sight to taste
A lamppost stands
to light the way
autumn memories
there to gaze.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 3,  2017

An Autumn Trail

Footsteps through
an autumn trail
display scenes
of great detail.
Colored leaves
that shine like gold
an autumn trail
that does unfold.
Pictures taken
sights to see
an autumn trail
so Heavenly.
In the pathway
time begins
seasons gaze
with autumns wind.
Time is counted
footsteps made
an autumn trail
that leaves cascade.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 3,  2017

Trudging Through

Snow was falling
such a sight
while I trudged through
scenes of white.
Footsteps weathered
winds would wail
as I trudged on
not to fail.
Trudging through
the scenes of time
footsteps making
their design.
Bitter winds would
surely blow
as I trudged through
deeper snow.
I saw a light
within my view
our porch light
while trudging through.
It gave hope for
me to find
trudging through
to peace of mind.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 3,  2017

Heaven Calls

Our time will pass
as God surveys
to show to us
the better days.
Yet our lives
in flesh shall be
the test through time
to eternity.
For Heaven calls
when least expected
leaving us no time
to be corrected.
So take heed now
the path you make
and do your best
for Heaven’s sake.
Lose your greed
and tarnished desire
for it will lead
to Satan’s fire.
When Heaven calls
be ready to go
with good you’ve done
on Earth below.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 3,  2017

Leave It There

While in a moment
you might find want
a time and place
that’ll come and haunt.
Sorely with sought
through ill desires
finds many times
of morbid fires.
Seasons of lust
and unhealthy views
can create a storm
of weathered shoes.
So leave it there
the wanting array
and seek the needs
of best today.
Let God to guide
your daily path
finding your views
in His contrast
and all the times
of wanting where
give it to God
and leave it there.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 3,  2017

The River Quest

One summer’s day
within a scene
our grandchildren
sought a stream.
The river quest
of summer’s fun
to see the sights,
the waters run.
They searched on
throughout the trees
to find the sight
with summer’s breeze.
The day was quaint,
but fun the same
the day and time
grandchildren came.
This special day
was a piece of art
a loving time
with heart to heart.
This timeless view
was the very best
our grandchildren,
the river quest.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 3,  2017

Painted Sunrise

Morning’s started
painted true
as a sunrise
in my view.
Painted as a
day to come
risen from the
mornings sun.
A scene’s scented
with its glare
painted sunrise
none compare.
With its colors
orange and yellow
painted sunrise
seems so mellow.
Peaceful settings
found on cue
painted sunrise,
sky of blue.
With its beauty
in the eyes
seasons show
painted sunrise.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 4,  2017

They Stood Fast

Inside a gaze
is found in white
two dogs standing
there in sight.
They stood fast
to look around
while upon
the snowy ground.
These two dogs
they look to see
the sight of you,
the sight of me.
Within their gaze
they saw each other
they stood fast
brother to brother.
The scene became
a time to view
a loving time
a wondrous hue.
They are so sweet
a scene to cast
loving brothers
they stood fast.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 4,  2017

Our Life Begins

Beside ourselves
we often stand
now and then
hand in hand.
Our life begins
with times awake
becoming aware
of each mistake.
The lessons grow
from times begun,
things we’ve said
and things we’ve done.
Time is essence
with memories
scented with
a lifelong breeze.
The minutes pass
with loss and wins
but each day
our life begins.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 4,  2017

A Ship Of Time

As memories grow
and seasons display
a ship of time
heads on its way.
The shore of life
is in its mirror
and out to sea
is getting clearer.
A ship of time
with oceans waves
is sought to find
the distant days.
With seagulls flight
among the rails
the ship of time
most surely sails.
The memories
become a view
a ship of time
in a sea of blue.
The voyage begins
as moments mind
the view I see
a ship of time.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 4,  2017

Sunrise Scene

One day upon
a beach of sand
I found myself
a sight so grand.
A sunrise scene
from times array
that brought to me
new life that day.
It seemed a book
of Heavens page
turned to find
a wondrous stage.
This fine chapter
from God sincere
with sights I saw
and things I’d hear.
A sunrise sky
was life’s romance
with memories
of song and dance.
The waves of time
were like a dream
this fine time
a sunrise scene.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 4,  2017

Within The Clouds

The scope of time
is counted there
within the clouds
that none compare.
A scenic sign,
a minds creation
within the clouds
is motivation.
It might become
an artists view
of a painting
amidst the blue.
Within the clouds
a storm might be
that now is found
not clear to see.
Our perceptions
might become
within the clouds
the dimmest sun,
but the scene
might hide away
within the clouds
a better day.
One with portions
raindrops fall
seen as doorways
that we recall.
Yet a moment
might be shrouds
God’s true love
within the clouds.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 4,  2017

for Feb 4,  2017

Beyond our vision
there is imagination
that can come alive.

A flowers beauty
is not just of its color,
but its aroma.

Beneath the night skies
there is a life full of dreams
awaiting our sleep.

Footprints in the snow
might show of a true pathway,
but not direction.

A mind that is lost
can be found with decisions
to choose the right path.

A moments surprise
can become a heart attack
or blessing of life.

Tomorrow will come
no matter what’s done today,
but you can change it.

A long waiting line
gives time to prepare yourself
and to change your path.

A butterfly’s flight
begins when it is transformed
and it crawls no more.

With life’s glancing blow
a purpose can be evolved
that time had hidden.

The storms of seconds
often pass by like hours
as they are noticed.

Searching for a dream
will maybe display nightmares
disguised as your dreams.

Looking through windows
will often show you a lie
that’s only a thought.

Sometimes emotions
can create many problems
that were never there.

Believing or not
in something you cannot see
brings true facts alive.

A hassle free life
will only make you weaker
for you have not learned.

Clouds that create things
are found in our desires
what to imagine.

A seasons rain cloud
brings forth a new beginning
that many never see.

A moments crisis
might become as a blessing
that woke you from sleep.

Someone’s neediness
can envelop your lifestyle
and suffocate you.

Beyond our thinking
holds a life that can be true,
but we never tried.

A new tomorrow
begins with a new today
to release baggage.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 4,  2017

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Pearce’s Poetry Pictures
and if you are not in the USA
you can buy it here at Amazon
My wife Judy’s Poetry books 🙂
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Your frosty friend Bill 🙂


Hello my friends

It’s been a rather eventful week here this
passed week.  Yeppers,  we got our car door
fixed and then we ran out of heating oil LOL.
So,  being we couldn’t afford to order more
heating oil,  we decided to borrow gas cans
from our landlord and go and buy us enough
kerosene that would last us until Tuesday of
next week.  LOL It took three trips to the
gas station being we only had two five gallon
cans and one 2 1/5 gallon can.  We were able
to get 5.4 gallons in the 5 gallon cans so we
were able to get 39 gallons or thereabouts 🙂
I’m guessing that when the furnace was not
working well earlier this month and it was
gassing up the house,  it was using a whole
lot more fuel than it should of.  100 gallons
of fuel were burned rather quickly.  That
made this month rather costly being that it
cost us about 300 dollars for 100 gallons.
Anyways,  we just spent about 114 dollars
on 39 gallons being we went and got it.  So
we’re good hopefully till Tuesday of next
week and then we’re going to have hundred
gallons delivered.  I pray to God that it last
us a lot longer than the previous 100 gallons.
Life goes on.  My side and shoulders are in
much pain from holding those gas cans up to
pour the fuel into that oil tank.  I had to hang
over it standing on our deck ledge while not
allowing myself to fall.  In other words,  I am
sore as all get out.  I can barely breath due
my side aching.  I’m sure that will pass,  so
on with the journal.  Next topic.  It’s snowed
off and on throughout the week.  As a matter
of fact it snowed a little today,  but nothing
of any bragging LOL.  Right now at 5:30 PM
it’s 29 F degrees. It’s supposed to be 13 F by
morning.  It looks like this week is going to
be a little cold with nights in the single digits.
The boys are doing well.  Benny still loves
the snow.  LOL the other day him and Rocky
came in and Benny was covered in snow,  but
Rocky barely had any on him which tells me
that Benny must of been playing in it as he
always does LOL.  Rocky is more like what
Milo was and he prefers to be indoors no
matter what day or season it is,  but he does
like snow and will bounce around in it for a
while.  If I go outside with them,  they will
both run and play like there’s no tomorrow.
Life in the midst of Maine LOL.  It’s one
that can become a wonderful picture,  but
maybe a slightly cold one hehehe.  Yeppers
it’s a whole different world up here from the
one I grew up with in Texas.  One of the
things I love is the fact that the summers
are cooler.  We don’t have those triple digit
days like I remember down south,  plus we
have had a white Christmas every year so
far since we moved up here Dec of 2007.
We’ve been up here 9 years now.  For some
reason it doesn’t seem that long maybe due
to my enjoying the scenery and all.  Judy
and I have still been busy with our poetry
and paintings.  We’re going to begin work
on volume 2 of Pearce’s Poetry Pictures
this week.  I may even get started on some
more picture poems for volume 3 this week.
It’s something that I’ve found that I have a
knack for 🙂  When I did one years ago I had
no idea that I was starting a trend hehehe 🙂
In any case,  I wrote 164 for volume 2 and
Judy has a few of hers she is going to put
in it as well.  We’re hoping that maybe one
day we can make enough with our books
to make a living,  but it looks like that will
be a while away being the sales are not that
great yet.  Maybe one day.  Until then we
will continue doing as we’ve done.  Writing
and painting enjoying each others company.
LOL I just took my clothes out of the dryer
that I washed 3 times yesterday due to them
being saturated with kerosene when I was
pouring it into the tank.  Yep,  it poured on
me too LOL.  My coat,  shirt and pants seem
to be OK,  but my gloves still smell pretty
strong of kerosene.  Oh well,  they were old
gloves anyways.  They were what ones would
call extra large gloves,  but I have double X
large hands and my fingers had ripped through
as well as other parts of the gloves 🙂  When
I see gloves that say one size fits all,  I laugh,
because NOPE  they won’t fit my hands LOL.
I cannot buy a watch that will fit my wrist and
most places don’t sell size 14 rings.  If I buy
a long sleeve shirt,  I often have to buy a size
larger to accommodate my arms.  Of course
here lately that’s not much of a deal being I’ve
put on a few extra pounds,  but when I was
thinner,  I had to buy shirts or coats that were
for much larger persons just so I could get
my Popeye arms in them LOL.  It’s almost
as bad as me buying shoes,  but not quite 🙂
I know guys that have much larger feet than
me 🙂  Some of my friends of old made my
feet look small hehehe.  OH well,  God made
me how am and I try to do my best at what I
am able.  LOL though it is funny that what I’m
best at is writing.  Judy and I have a connection
that I have never known with anyone else 🙂
We love to watch the same TV programs and
we both enjoy taking pictures,  writing and
combining our gifts to create another such as
picture poems.  Thank You God for all of the
miracles that You have put into our lives and
made them to grow into a flower of beauty.
I’m still so amazed at how Judy and I came
together from her living in Maine while I
lived in Texas.  God knows nothing of miles.
They mean nothing to Him.  He was able to
connect the dots from me to her and create
a picture that became her and I.  Thank You
once again Father for never giving up on me.
Now I believe it’s time for me to begin my lil
quest 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 recollections that I always like to call
RECOLLECT VILLE.  I think I may have
stumbled on a good title about a third of the
way back in my rambling hehehe.  Now to
see if I write anything that makes any sense
using it.  Here goes.

Maybe One Day

Mind over matter
might bring into play
times of successful
maybe one day.
It often takes some
bitter sweet pills
to see the connections
that timeless reveals.
Maybe one day
the doorways you find
will be so much better
to fit your design.
Yet many moments
will come into view
displaying portholes
you need not look through.
Time is a pattern
of confusions array,
but God will enlighten you
maybe one day.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 29,  2017

There ya go.  I hope the poem made at least
a little sense to you and my rambling didn’t
bore you to death 🙂  There’s not much else
to tell you.  I think I have spilled the beans on
about every thing that has gone on up here at
the Pearce’s Place LOL.  The boys are in the
floor sleeping right now.  Benny is sleeping
to the left of me and Rocky is right behind me.
Judy is browsing Facebook.  We’re fixing to
watch Finding Bigfoot at 9 PM.  Yes we like
to watch that among many other programs 🙂
We also like to watch game shows such as
Family Feud, The Chase and a whole bunch
more.  They’re better than some TV programs
they have out there.  Anyways,  I guess I’m
needing to wind this up,  so I need 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 an added 3
which brings the count to 13.  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 r both that you like.  So now it’s
time for me to begin my search for that not
so great at hiding off switch,  but not before
I wish you a most joyous week.  Remember,
Jesus loves you and we do too.  Now,  where
is that dadgum off switch hiding this time or
better to the point hanging out LOL?  Hmm,
it hid pretty good this time,  but even still
needs to learn to quit peeking to see if I can
see it.  I see ya you little varmint.  Hiding
behind my Halloween crazy eyes again hub 🙂
I saw ya peeking around one of the eyes.
Gotcha,  see ya CLICK zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

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

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

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

An Old Haunted House

One day on a drive
we passed by a sight
an old haunted house
displayed on our right.
It seemed as a story
right out of a book
written with mysteries
that many mistook.
An old haunted house
of my own photograph
shows through windows
a scene from the past.
A scene from a painting
alive in its walls
an old haunted house
with ghostly enthralls.
The minutes are hours
in an old haunted house
even by the viewpoints
of a cat or a mouse.
A picture of a portal
my mind does explore
an old haunted house
with an old haunted door.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 26,  2017

Abandoned Church

Lives of a moment
display as a fact
timeless a pattern
a little off track.
An abandoned church
of a scenes portray
depicts such a story
of a life’s dismay.
The inside is living
without anyone
to give it emotion
from God’s only Son.
An abandoned church
finds peace in its walls
a story to venture
that timeless recalls.
It might be a painting,
it might be a thought,
but the church relives
what Jesus has bought.
Forgiveness from sin
as sadness would search
Memories live within
this abandoned church.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 26,  2017

The Melting Of Snow

On a wintery drive
down a old melted road
a scene comes alive
with a moment bestowed.
The seasonal melting
before there is more,
snow to come falling
for us to explore.
The melting of snow
is a pattern we see
when we look now today
and in our history.
Soon will be falling
more snow day and night
to land then becoming
a wonderful sight.
Houses we pass by
on drives to the store
display all the melting
to soon snow some more.
So as we’re watching
the scenes that bestow
we’re seeing winters
the melting of snow.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 26,  2017

A Walk Upon The Beach

Morning sun comes shining
as two feet then hit the sand
walking making footprints
that are patterns on the land.
A moment passing slowly
as I take the time to see
someone surely walking
in the scene in front of me.
The dawn of day is wondrous
as the minutes tick along
while I watch ones walking
in the midst of oceans song.
The waves are gently crashing
on the sunrise mornings floor
singing of the sunshine
that the ocean does explore.
A magical moments journey
that the minutes do beseech
are found within a portal
of a walk upon the beach.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 26,  2017

Indian Roller

A bird with colors
of ochre and blue
an Indian Roller
is seen in the view.
A painted picture,
a bird within sight
an Indian roller
is ready for flight.
Perched on a log
it awaits its prey
to come along
from day to day.
The Indian Roller
calls like a crow
also some others
they wish to bestow.
They feed on bugs
and other things
the Indian Roller
as it sings.
This fabulous bird’s
acrobatic flight
is a wonderful scene
a magical sight.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 26,  2017

A Sky Of Blue

A summer’s day
a sky of blue
is face to face
a wondrous hue.
Seasons patterns
come in sync
a sky of blue
a little pink.
The day begins
and paves a scene
a warm array
of blue and green.
A summer’s day
begins so sweet
often dawning
what can’t repeat.
The summer’s sun
is a memory
a photograph
that I can see.
For now is winter
scenes to find
a sky of blue
within my mind.
Yet with winter
snows that fall
a sky of blue
awaits them all.
A picture taken
now in view
is summer’s day
a sky of blue.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 27,  2017

Fun In The Sun

A summertime morn
with waves of time
creates such a vision
that lives in the mind.
An old photograph
brings back a sight
the scenes of a dream
in mornings light.
The times recorded
as fun in the sun
displays many moments
that had then begun.
Waves come to life
while singing a song
fun in the sun
of mornings own dawn.
A picture taken
that brings it to life
a sweet memory
with I and my wife.
We sat on the shore
watching the waves
fun in the sun
the summer’s days.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 27,  2017

An Old Red Barn

Weathering decades
become such a sight
as an old red barn
amidst the daylight.
Time is a speaker
of words within days
as an old red barn
of a seasonal phase.
As minutes gather
becoming a scene
there’s an old red barn
with grasses of green.
Cloudy skies waiting
to rain down below
on an old red barn
of a seasonal show.
Time is the painter
as age does its thing
on an old red barn
from winter to spring.
Aged as an antique
with lifetimes of yarn
time has created
an old red barn.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 27,  2017

Failing Eyes

Life’s a prankster
scenic skies
things seem dimmer
failing eyes.
Minutes gather
showing sights
old age displays
lesser heights.
Failing eyesight
brings to view
less of patterns
me and you.
Yet with prayerful
God bestows
better viewpoints
smelling rose.
Seasons prosper
age of time
failing eyes
a new design.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 27,  2017

Heaven’s Memoir

Lives pass on
and leave a trace
a memory
a loving face.
Timeless thoughts
of then and there
Heaven’s memoir
with a prayer.
Many echoes
come and go
repeating ones
we used to know.
As a memoir
many view
life and times
of thereunto.
A mere journey
to The Son
Heaven’s memoir
then is done.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 27,  2017

Stormy Skies

Moments clouding
scenes become
stormy skies
with lesser sun.
Raindrops falling
on our hearts
might just be as
time imparts.
As a picture
many find
stormy skies
are in the mind.
Torrent segments
become wet
with the peaceful
we forget.
Past is there to
clear our eyes
as remembered
stormy skies.
Finding portions
we lived through
stormy skies
create a view.
With us learning
from heartache
stormy skies
bring eyes awake.
A scenic view
within our time
stormy skies
have peace to find.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 27,  2017

A Drive To Town

With tires rolling
with a roar
there are moments
to explore.
A drive to town
in winters wake
displays sights
there’s no mistake.
It’s wintertime
the moments show
with its patterns
white as snow.
Though it may not
snow that day
we know snow
is on its way.
A drive to town
like times before
sees the sights
the tires roar.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 27,  2017

Snowy Mountain

Snow of white
in distance scenes
a picture taken
fills with dreams.
Snowy mountain
shares its view
with the landscape
Seasons pictured
as a blessing
with white snow
upon it resting.
Snowy mountain
with some paths
becomes doorways
shadows cast.
As a moment
counted true
snowy mountain
shares its view.
As a painting
snowy white
snowy mountain
is in sight.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 28,  2017

for Jan 28,  2017

Life’s a mystery
as each day brings surprises
to enlighten us.

Fondness of a dog
is beyond that of humans,
for we hold grudges.

Reason is a path
that many will lose themselves
as fact shows the truth.

Illusion is life
with deceptions metaphor
that becomes the sight.

Lifetimes romantics
are different perceptions
that bring ones to love.

Snowflakes of winter
bring forth their destinations
to become a scene.

A butterfly’s flight
is a flutter in the breeze
as others join in.

A horse that gallops
might stumble in a moment
and then lose control.

Without our mistakes
we would learn very little,
for they are lessons.

Beyond a blue sky
holds a world of mysteries
that time will reveal.

Seeking for tomorrow
when today is plain to see
can lose perception.

Our challenges found
come from the journeys of life
we did not expect.

Without a doorway
our entrance would be useless,
for we would be there.

Time gives us choices
that might be filled with struggles
found with confusion.

A rose is a rose
as humanity’s human
from our blood of red.

Heartbeats of true love
find their pathways together
when the time is right.

Lost in a whirlwind
a breath of air is exposed
as a passing breeze.

Scenes that come in sight
will often be misleading
while the best evades.

A simple story
can become as deception
as a larger fish.

Within the night sky
there can grow a brand new world
we can imagine.

The ground beneath us
holds many versions of life
that keep us alive.

A bird within flight
displays its prime directive
with life in the wind.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 28,  2017

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


Hello my friends

The weather up this ways hasn’t been all
that bad.  Yes we still have snow and we’re
expecting more Tuesday and Wednesday.
We are staying warm.  Our landlord came
and bricked up the center of the porch so
hopefully it will hold until he is able to come
and jack it back up and level it.  Also he has
(hopefully) sealed up the roof on it so that it
does not leak anymore.  Judy and I hoping
to begin using it one day to store our snow
blower and weed eater along with hang a
few of her creations out there etcetera. But
not until it is all done with repairs.  Judy
has rearranged our living room.  She and
I (more like me) moved the futon from the
spare room,  into the living room so it can
be used.  Our grandson (Christian) came
over yesterday and spent the night with us.
He said the futon was rather comfortable.
It’s about time it’s being used.  It has been
stuck in the spare room with stuff piled on
it since we moved up here LOL.  Maybe
now,  we can get our treadmill located to
where we can use it again.  It has been
blocked by all that collected in our spare
room for a good while. Last Tuesday we
went and got the boys their new dog tags.
Thursday one of the empty rent houses
had a water  leak and I noticed it and gave
our landlord a call.  Calvin came and fixed
it and thanked me for letting him know.  It
would of burned up the well pump if had
kept leaking at that rate and we would of
been without water.  That would of been
a big problem for us.  Anyways,  the lake
that had procured from the leak is slowly
freezing.  We drove to town Saturday to
buy some extension cords and a few other
things before Christian came over.  We
knew he wasn’t going to be able to reach
the wall outlet with his tablet  so we got
him an extension cord and we needed one
also to plug in our table lamp.  Anyways,
I think our living room looks nice and cozy
now.  Judy did a pretty good job with her
rearranging.  Next task is we tackle the
spare room LOL.  But I believe that can
wait a while till my body heals from toting
that futon into the living room which was
no easy task, being it barely fit through
the door and it took both of us tugging
and pulling to get it through.  Even the
mattress gave us the dickens of a time.
Yes we took it off and hauled it into the
living room first.  There is no way that
we would of been able to get the futon
in the living room with it all intact LOL.
So,  OK,  next topic.  Judy has done a
lot more paintings and a few drawings
using her art pencils.  I asked her last
night if she would paint a picture about
pollution to go with a poem that I wrote.
She painted 2.  One of them will work
well for the picture poem I have planned.
We seem to work well together 🙂  God
knew what He was doing when He put
her and I together.  Judy and I are best
friends along with husband and wife 🙂
Yes we have our share of quarrels,  but
that’s normal.  Nobody goes through life
without a few disagreements.  LOL and
being that Judy and I are BOTH retired,
we spend a lot of time together which can
at times be fuel for a quarrel.  That’s one
of the reasons that I don’t mind her going
places without me time to time such as craft
night with her sisters and daughters LOL.
Remember that saying,  “Absence makes
the heart grow fonder”.  It is so very true.
Yep,  it gives us space to breathe.  Too
often relationships are ended because
of no time to themselves.  I’ve had a life
like that.  One passed relationship was
ended due to me not being able to even
look at a female cashier without being
accused of something.  I was suffocating
from the lack of space.  Plus I had found
out later that the reason for her actions
was that she was messing around on me
and wanted to right her wrong by trying
to make me as the bad man.  That’s a very
unhealthy relationship to be in.  I thank
God for bringing Judy into my life.  We
make mistakes,  but we know forgiveness.
When we make a mistake we apologies and
forgive one another and don’t let it grow.
Don’t take anger to bed with you.  Diffuse
the bomb before.  Admit your flaws or your
bad choices and forgive one another,  for
if you do not,  the morning of the next day
will only be found with much added  turmoil.
We can find forgiveness through God’s
Son Jesus Christ,  but we earnestly need
to ask for that forgiveness.  Don’t allow
your ego to hinder your better choices.
An overly sized ego can become a bomb
that explodes with troubles one day when
you least expect it.  Don’t let pride to be
your nemesis that drags you down to the
depths of Hell.  If you are having problems,
ask someone for help.  We all need help
from time to time.  Yes even the strongest
among us can become weakened by life.
So,  I guess I have rambled enough LOL
and I believe it’s time for me to be taking
my little trip back through all that I have
written here to see if I can find me a good
word or phrase that I can use for the title
for today’s brand new poem. I think I may
have found a decent title that I haven’t
already used,  but now to see if I can write
a decent poem using it LOL.  Here goes.

Space To Breathe

A moments window
of life and peace
can give ones air
that they release.
Space to breathe
in many views
can take a bomb
and then diffuse.
Too much closeness
can confound
heartbeats rhythm
sight and sound.
Let a window
bring in air
space to breathe
with love and care.
To hold too tightly
will surely see
ones then needing
space to breathe.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 22,  2017

I hope you enjoyed the poem and maybe
even understood it LOL.  Also I hope and
pray that you enjoyed my rambling.  Yes
I know I tended to drift from topic to topic,
but that’s me hehehe 🙂  Now,  what have
I forgotten to tell you?  Oh yea,  it seems
that Judy’s brother is doing fairly well or
at least that was what we last heard.  Judy
is going down to Bangor tomorrow to see
him.  She’s riding down with her sister
Barbara.  From what we know this far is
Ricky will be going into a nursing home
when he leaves the hospital.  I’m sure
that Judy will find out more about that
tomorrow (Monday).  So I reckon that’s
about all I’ve got for you and 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 an added 5 due to
picture poems LOL.  Also I wrote once
again 22 more haiku for all of the haiku
lovers out there.  I hope you can find
at least 1 or 2 of either or both that you
like.  Now I believe it’s time for me to
begin my search for that hardly elusive
off switch,  but not before I wish you a
most wonderful blessings filled week.
Remember,  Jesus loves you and we do
too.  Ok so where is that confounded
off switch trying to hide this week???
Hmmmm is that movement that I see
from behind my Ibuprofen bottle?  Yep,
and there ya are,  doing as you have
been doing,  playing peekaboo thinking
I can’t see you LOL.  Please try harder.
Gotcha,  see ya CLICK zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

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

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

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

Deciphered Thoughts

With ongoing thinking
our thoughts might evade
the meaning ones truly
see actions displayed.
Within our own mindset
our thoughts might not be
what that a moment
is clearly to see.
Deciphered thoughts
that many discover
are often so wrong
when the meaning is other.
The time and the place
that the moment is seen
might display portions
of a nightmare or dream.
Deciphered thoughts
of a timely display
might be uncovered
in an unthinking way.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 17,  2017

Aurora Borealis

A picture that’s painted
displays such a sight
the aurora borealis
better seen in the night.
Painted as a portal
to another dimension
spanning in a painting
that takes our attention.
The aurora borealis
has a greenish detail
with other colors
in the sky then set sail.
Painted as a magical
place which to see
the aurora borealis
is a sight given free.
Yet some don’t see it,
for their latitude is wrong
so the aurora borealis
is there and it’s gone.
But for a moment
ones see it displayed
the aurora borealis
so Heavenly made.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 17,  2017

Asian Golden Weaver

An oriental bird
of purple and gold
Asian Golden Weaver
a story that’s told.
Often as a painting
and sometimes alive,
it’s found within Asia
with a colorful stride.
The female is yellow,
but lesser in colors
a weaver of golden
it seeks for another.
The males are of purple
and golden to shine
as they will flutter
for true love so divine.
Yet now as a painting
it seeks to see her
the female companion
Asian Golden Weaver.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 17,  2017

A Summer Scene

Along the shore
of deja vu
a summer scene
comes into view.
This time repeats
on summer’s days
while two horses
walk in waves.
Horseback riders
seek the path
a summer scene
to surely last.
Crashing waves
upon the shore,
a summer scene
to then explore.
Horses hooves
imprint the sand
with memories
across the land.
A summer scene,
a timeless view
that recreates
a deja vu.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 17,  2017

Wineglasses In Moonlight

In a moonlight night
with a glimmer of stars
some wineglasses sit
with reflections of Mars.
The scene is a painting
found in a dream,
wineglasses in moonlight
with aqua marine.
The deep sea of minutes
display as a sight
with wineglasses found
amidst the moonlight.
Wineglasses in moonlight
become such a tale,
a story that’s written,
a moment set sail.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 17,  2017

Reflections Of Passion

Glancing at a memory
remembering its place
becomes as a reflection
to somewhere or a face.
Passion builds a doorway
to the seasons so divine
as time unleashes moments
that live within our mind.
A time that is remembered
reflects the seasons sights
while passion is enlightened
within a dreamers nights.
Amidst a morning sunrise
is times reflected views
sometimes filled with passion
for what ones want to choose.
The doorways to tomorrow
are often seen to be
but only mere reflections
of our own history.
Seasons displayed truly
seeming timely old fashion
are often as our wantings
reflections of passion.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 18,  2017

Keys To Imagination

Looking passed emotion
a sight can become real
maybe an imagination
that truth tries to conceal.
The keys to imagination
are a pathway we can choose
a subsequent reality
to win or then to lose.
The scenes within our sight
are changed how we believe
as keys to imagination
to choose what to perceive.
As an imaginary friend
of a lonesome child of time
the key is to believing
what eyes can never find.
The truth in ones perception
is found within their sight
the keys to imagination
what’s wrong or maybe right.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 18,  2017

Whispers In The Dark

Sometimes in the darkness
a whisper might be heard
a seasons on perception
found within each word.
Blessings maybe hidden
inside the dark of night
whispers of an angel
of Lord God’s Holy Light.
Minutes might be gathered
as seasons disappear
while time paints a picture
of your yesteryear.
Whispers of an angel
might be all that you need
to become better standing
and help you to succeed.
Yet within a window
the view might disembark
leaving only shadows
whispers in the dark.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 18,  2017

Standing In Motion

Not moving from your place
and standing thinking true
the motion is your mind
as time is in your view.
Ones might be depicted
as thinking you are still
while the motion is within you
what all that you conceal.
Standing in motion
as a statue of a mime
could become misconceived
of your thinking design.
Many are the thinkers
that we find only seen
as a time within waters
of a non moving stream.
Yet even on a still set
that seems without emotion
there might be a person
standing in motion.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 18,  2017

Painted Angel

The times we find
our dimmer lights
an angel comes
and changes sights.
A morning woken
brought to see
might display
what’s meant to be.
A painted angel
of ones design
displays the heart
within the mind.
Wings so white
that fly away
and then return
another day.
This painted angel
is a thought,
that unleashes
love that’s sought.
An abstract angel
without face
yet with love
you can embrace.
Painted thusly
in detail
this fine angel
guards us well.
It is displayed
to truly be
a painted angel
you can see.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 18,  2017

Life’s Reflections

Sunny days
with frozen sights
life’s reflections
is bright lights.
Passing minutes
counted true
life’s reflections
come in view.
Scenes of winter
snow’s displayed
life’s reflections
moments made.
Scenic mountains
found to show
life’s reflection
in the snow.
Times a portion
poured to be
life’s reflections
we can see.
Tis a moment
timeless true
life’s reflections
found to view.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 18,  2017

Mountain High

Beyond a painting
lies a thought
a mountain scene
a painter sought.
Clouds seen floating
in the sky
with a story
mountain high.
Beyond the moment
water’s seen
a lake of time
and in between.
Tall trees standing
in the clearing
mountain high
is so endearing.
A painter’s thoughts
are found to be
a mere image
you can see.
cut and dry
as a painting
mountain high.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 20,  2017

Wineglass Images

Simple art
a scenic style
might be painted
with a smile.
A wine bottle
and glasses too
are some images
in the view.
A scenic sight
a simple time
found to be
within the mind.
Wineglass images
abstract art
from the heart.
Thoughts procured
from broken pieces
wineglass images
paint releases.
Scented with
a timeless place
simple images
for a taste.
Displayed as
a painted while
seen to be
a certain style.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 20,  2017

Bigrock Mountain

A ski resort
with snow of white
a winters scene
of day and night
becomes alive
with scenic hills
skiers skiing
for the thrills.
Bigrock Mountain
ski resort
times sublime
a winter sport.
Wind turbines
displaying well
twirling whirling
winds exhale.
Paths are clear
to ski around
people skiing
quickly down.
Bigroack Mountain
shows a sign
that for sure
it’s wintertime.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 20,  2017

A Lost Perception

With voices yelling
tossing words
a lost perception’s
killing birds.
The air is clouding
filled with pain
times deceptions
torrent rain.
Our own choices
create styles
a lost perception
without smiles.
A page is turned
to dismal scenes
while creating
polluted streams.
A lost perception
detours growth,
leaving us with
sinking boats.
A lost perception
needs to find
a clear connection
day and time.
A time with peace
and love to share
to fill the Earth
with cleaner air.
Look inside you
find correction
change the path
a lost perception.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 21,  2017

for Jan 20,  2017

Scenes within sunlight
become shadows of our lives
as each day moves on.

Beyond emotions
are the intents of ones thoughts
that often explode.

Near to a mountain
is a chance for a meadow
that’s filled with flowers.

An oceans seashore
becomes footprints of lifestyles
that will wash away.

Within a white cloud
holds a chance for some raindrops
as the cloud turns dark.

Flowers of romance
can enhance a moments life
with hearts beating true.

Countless perceptions
imprinted upon our lives
can be misconceived.

Midmorning hopeful
can become late evenings sight
filled with illusions.

Life of a flower
becomes glimmers of springtime
in summertime’s trails.

Too much neediness
shows an addictive lifestyle
that’s always wanting.

Various people
become helper of others
while others need help.

The life of a star
is many light years of time
that goes beyond sight.

Disdained assumptions
might be just your own viewpoint
as truth is revealed.

Some trails through the snow
become pathways for dreamers
to find mysteries.

Memories of life
are often discolored thoughts
that time has tinted.

Without memories
our lives might be just repeated
and without lessons.

Chance is a second
that can become a minute
grown into a day.

The leaves of a tree
for a while are its beauty
and then they release.

Choice is a moment
that can become good or bad
depending on us.

A bird of winter
becomes a mere photograph
as wintertime fades.

Life’s varieties
are as seasons setting suns
with not one the same.

When facing troubles
seek for answers through a prayer
and then do your best.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 20,  2017

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Hello my friends

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

When We Have Troubles

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

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 15, 2017

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

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

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

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


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

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 9,  2017

A Hill Of Snow

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

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 9,  2017

Benny and Rocky

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

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 9,  2017

Old House Of Winter

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

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 9,  2017

Released From Winter

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

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 9,  2017

Peaceful Lake

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

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 10,  2017

Dolphins Play

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

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 12,  2017

Driving Through

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

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 12,  2017

Seagulls Flying

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

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 12,  2017

True Love In Disguise

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

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 12,  2017

Mountain Scene

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

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 13,  2017

Mallards Flock

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

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 13,  2017

With Starry Eyes

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

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 13,  2017

A February Memory

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

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 13,  2017

Time Begins

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

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 14,  2017

Heaven’s Peace

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

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 14,  2017

for Jan 14,  2017

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

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

Indecisive thoughts
will create an avalanche
that could prevent life.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Beyond perfection
is the greatest imperfection
called humanity.

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

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

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

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

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 14,  2017

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


Hello my friends

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

Said And Done

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

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 8,  2017

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

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

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

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

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

Alone In Love

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

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 4,  2017

I Love You Judy <3
Love always Bill

Wanted Phase

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

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 6,  2017

A Dreamer’s Eyes

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

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 6,  2017

Sitting In Snow

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

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 6,  2017

Two Boys Standing

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

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 6,  2017

Winter’s Mail

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

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 6,  2017

With One Glance

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

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 7,  2017

Disremembered Thoughts

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

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 7,  2017

Life In The Fast Lane

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

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 7,  2017

Mere Confusion

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

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 7,  2017

Winter Paws

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

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 7,  2017


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

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 7,  2017

Purple Winter

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

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 7,  2017

Winter Beckons

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

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 7,  2017

Snoopy and Woodstock

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

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 8,  2017

for Jan 7,  2017

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

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

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

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

Midmorning shadows
display their own emotions
as moments fly by.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Summertime’s grasses
go into hibernation
as winter arrives.

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

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

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

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

Various people
are benefactors of hope
and others of greed.

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

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

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

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

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 7,  2017

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


Hello my friends

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

Hopes Of Seeing

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

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 1,  2017

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

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

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

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

A Christmas Drive

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

©By Bill Pearce
Dec 25,  2016

Bridge Of Winter

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

©By Bill Pearce
Dec 26,  2016

Without Moving

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

©By Bill Pearce
Dec 29,  2016

A Place To Eat

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

©By Bill Pearce
Dec 29,  2016

Autumn’s Journey

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

©By Bill Pearce
Dec 29,  2016

Another Turn

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

©By Bill Pearce
Dec 29,  2016

Two Boys In The Snow

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

©By Bill Pearce
Dec 29,  2016

Wintertime Fun

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

©By Bill Pearce
Dec 29,  2016

Christmas Nights

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

©By Bill Pearce
Dec 30,  2016

Midnight Moonlight

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

©By Bill Pearce
Dec 30,  2016

Winter Fisher

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

©By Bill Pearce
Dec 30,  2016

Cold Winter’s Night

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

©By Bill Pearce
Dec 30,  2016

Happy New Year

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

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

©By Bill Pearce
Dec 31,  2016

for Dec 31,  2016

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

©By Bill Pearce
Dec 31,  2016

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


Hello my friends
& Merry Christmas

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

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

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

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

Christmas Tree Farm

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

©By Bill Pearce
Dec 19,  2016

A Simple Flake

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

©By Bill Pearce
Dec 21,  2016

Without A Prayer

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

©By Bill Pearce
Dec 21,  2016

Another Place

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

©By Bill Pearce
Dec 21,  2016

Snow Of Christmas

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

©By Bill Pearce
Dec 21,  2016

Motel Christmas

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

©By Bill Pearce
Dec 21,  2016

A Winter’s Drive

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

©By Bill Pearce
Dec 21,  2016

Christmas Candles

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

©By Bill Pearce
Dec 21,  2016

Painted Santa

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

©By Bill Pearce
Dec 21,  2016

Home For Christmas

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

©By Bill Pearce
Dec 21,  2016

Days Of Change

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

©By Bill Pearce
Dec 22,  2016

Two Christmas Dogs

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

©By Bill Pearce
Dec 22,  2016

Christmas Moose

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

©By Bill Pearce
Dec 22,  2016

Yuletide Greetings

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

©By Bill Pearce
Dec 23,  2016

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


Hello my friends

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

Expecting More

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

©By Bill Pearce
Dec 18,  2016

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

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

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

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

A Minute Gained

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

©By Bill Pearce
Dec 13,  2016

Distant Treasures

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

©By Bill Pearce
Dec 14,  2016

A Santa Smile

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

©By Bill Pearce
Dec 14,  2016

Christmas Cardinals

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

©By Bill Pearce
Dec 14,  2016

A Little Ride

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

©By Bill Pearce
Dec 14,  2016

The Color Of Love

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

©By Bill Pearce
Dec 14,  2016

One Christmas Day

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

©By Bill Pearce
Dec 14,  2016

Santa’s Tree

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

©By Bill Pearce
Dec 14,  2016

A Cloudy Day

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

©By Bill Pearce
Dec 14,  2016

Blindly Stepping

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

©By Bill Pearce
Dec 14,  2016

Amidst The Winter

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

©By Bill Pearce
Dec 14,  2016

Remembering Autumn

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

©By Bill Pearce
Dec 15,  2016

Christmas In The City

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

©By Bill Pearce
Dec 15,  2016

Christmas Road

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

©By Bill Pearce
Dec 17,  2016

for Dec 15,  2016

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

Destiny stands out
as doorways become opened
displaying our pathways.

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

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

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

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

Mentally challenged
is but only perception
of what ones perceive.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

©By Bill Pearce
Dec 15,  2016

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Hello my friends

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


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

©By Bill Pearce
Dec 11,  2016

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

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

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

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

My Big Sister

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

©By Bill Pearce
Dec 6,  2016

Winter At The Park

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

©By Bill Pearce
Dec 6,  2016

Peekaboo Snowman

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

©By Bill Pearce
Dec 6,  2016

Santa There

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

©By Bill Pearce
Dec 7,  2016

He Came Knocking

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

©By Bill Pearce
Dec 7,  2016

A Cold Winter Road

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

©By Bill Pearce
Dec 7,  2016

Tomorrow’s Child

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

©By Bill Pearce
Dec 7,  2016

Three Owls

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

©By Bill Pearce
Dec 7,  2016

Across The Road

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

©By Bill Pearce
Dec 7,  2016

Morning’s Arrival

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

©By Bill Pearce
Dec 8,  2016

Losing Perspective

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

©By Bill Pearce
Dec 8,  2016

A Vision Of White

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

©By Bill Pearce
Dec 8,  2016

Olaf Dances

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

©By Bill Pearce
Dec 8,  2016

The Fireplace

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

©By Bill Pearce
Dec 8,  2016

A Painted Scene

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

©By Bill Pearce
Dec 9,  2016

December’s Stage

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

©By Bill Pearce
Dec 10,  2016

Remembering Milo

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

©By Bill Pearce
Dec 10,  2016

for Dec 10,  2016

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

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

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

Beyond perspective
finds many different views
from other people.

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

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

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

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

Various moments
become important to us
due to memories.

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

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

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

Drifting throughout time
without paying attention
could find you empty.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

©By Bill Pearce
Dec 10,  2016

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