Hello my friends

Well,  to begin with,  it looks like spring
might be finally showing its face up here.
Although it’s snowed the passed few days.
Yep,  it’s been snowing,  but the ground
has warmed too much for any to stay on
it.  It’s 48 F degrees right now and 50 is
supposed to be the high.  The high for the
week is supposed to be in the 50’s and then
by the end of the week reach the 60’s yea.
Life at the Pearce’s Place is still kicking 🙂
With each day passing it’s looking more
and more like springtime.  I’ve been busy
writing more and more poetry pictures
and Judy’s been busy painting and doing
all sorts of crafts.  The boys are doing well.
They’re both lying in the floor right now.
It’s 50 F degrees now.  LOL I took a little
pause to reply to a friend on Messenger
and I guess that’s all the time needed for
the temperature to warm up 2 degrees 🙂
Pretty soon we will be able to take the
boys out for a field trip hehehe.  But it’s
just a little bit too wet and muddy now.
We’re hoping that our landlord finally
finishes up on the add on to our house.
Maybe that will happen this summer 🙂
We’ve got a lot of plans for that thing,
but can’t do them until it is totally done.
For now,  we’ll just dream of what we’re
gonna do with it LOL.  Judy and I are
making plans to take a few picture taking
drives down to the coast and many other
places.  Life is good.  We have our fair
share of problems,  but we’re hanging in
there.  Believe it or not,  I spend most of
my time writing picture poems or poetry
pictures,  which ever you prefer calling
them LOL.  Yeppers,  I’ve written 160 for
book number 3 and have already written
14 for book number 4.  Judy and I will
be maybe working on getting book 3 on
the chop block to get it published this
week.  No hurry,  but I’m sure we will
get it published before May.  Now,  what
else has gone on around this place this
passed week?  Hmm,  good question 🙂
Not much other than the typical things
such as us watching TV.  Of course Judy
had craft night last Thursday and she
made a hanging wind spinner.  It looks
pretty nice.  It’s hanging in our window
now,  but the window is closed so it’s
just hanging there in a non moving state.
The sun’s shining brightly today and it
makes for a beautiful spring day.  All of
the snow is almost melted away aside
from a few patches holding on for dear
life LOL.  Yep,  it looks like winter has
lost the battle.  Of course soon we will
be looking forwards to winter to once
again share its snowflakes with us and
decorate the landscape.  I do love the
snow,  but it does get old after a while.
Spring and summer is great as well,  but
they also get old.  That’s when fall comes
in with its magical beauty to decorate the
left over scenes with brightly colored
leaves.  LOL of course for those of you
that have a lot of trees in your yard I’m
sure that can turn into a nightmare huh.
Yep,  somebody’s gotta rake those leaves
up don’t they hehehehe?  Our nearest
trees are the forest about 50 feet from
our house.  They do start looking pretty
during autumn.  Of course they’ve also
got their beauty to display in spring and
summer.  Winter has its own special glow
as the snowflakes land on the limbs and
create their magic.  When the sun comes
out and glistens on them there is a special
glimmer that can only be described as
Heaven.  So,  I guess I like each one of
the seasons in their own way.  I don’t
know how people can stand it to live in
a place where there are no seasons.  To
me,  that would get old real quick.  Yep,
the 4 seasons each have their own way
of which they harness the moments.  We
often forget that the beauty of now can
become non existent if we do not take
care of our planet.  Too many people
think that there is no problem,  but the
problem is becoming more clear every
day.  We’ve allowed ones that don’t care
about anything other than themselves
and the almighty dollar that they worship
to do all of their dirty work to the planet.
Let God help you to find your role in life
and begin trying to reverse the affects of
the damage.  I know much of the damage
to the Earth is too much to be repaired,  but
we can slow down the process if we work
together.  WE might even be able to repair
some of the damage.  LOL I know,  get
off of it.  So Ok,  I guess it’s time for me
to be taking a little trip back through all
that I’ve written here to see if I can find
a good word or phrase that I can use for
the title for today’s brand new poem 🙂
So,  it’s away I go,  to that little place of
my recollection that I always like to call
RECOLLECT VILLE.  I think I found
a decent title about halfway back through
my rambling.  Now to see what I can do
with it 🙂  Here goes.

Magical Beauty

Life in the seasons
create many things
Heaven’s on portal
with wonderful scenes.
Magical beauty
in a charismatic flow,
spring times arrival
to wintertime’s snow.
Summer shows scenic
it’s wonderful ways
found as a painting
of God’s Own displays.
Autumn brings seasons
a connection in time
magical beauty
oh so divine.
Creating patchwork
as a quilt sewn together
magical beauty
in all kinds of weather.

©By Bill Pearce
Apr 23,  2017

There ya go.  I hope you liked the poem.
I also hope you enjoyed my rambling or
whatever you would call that hehehehehe.
This turned out to be one of my shorter
rambling epidemics LOL.  I guess I just
didn’t have that much to say.  LOL, yes I
know,  me not have much to say Hahaha.
Yes I do have my moments.  Not that many
mind you,  but I do have them 🙂  I have
been taking pictures of the different days
as the snows would begin and then cease.
Back and forth hehehe.  Our grandson
Christian came last Monday and stayed
with us till Thursday.  We had a great time.
We always enjoy having him stay with us.
Although by Thursday he was ready to
go home.  I think he was homesick 🙂
Judy took him with her to craft night
at her sister’s house and his mom took
him home from there.  So me and the
boys just hung together.  I wrote more
poetry pictures and all while waiting for
Judy to get home that night.  So,  that’s
about it.  Now I think 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 4 due to all of
the poetry pictures.  Last week I miss
counted and I missed 1 and so there
were 13 instead of 12 LOL.  Anyways,
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.  With that said,  I reckon it’s
time for me to begin my search for ye
ole off switch,  but not before I wish
you a most joyful week.  Remember,
Jesus loves you and we do to.  Now,
where pray tell do you think that silly
off switch would be hiding this week?
Hmm,  I think I spy with my 1 good
eye a disfigured battery that is trying
to fit into a pack of AA batteries LOL.
Yep,  you don’t look much like a AA.
Gotcha,  see ya CLICK zzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

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

P.S  A link to our brand new books
Pearce’s Poetry Pictures
and Pearce’s Poetry Pictures 2
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 🙂

Easter Butterfly

Found in spring
is such a view
Easter butterfly
fresh and new.
Seasons greeted
with its flight
Easter butterfly
found in sight.
Times a painting
a pictured dream
Easter butterfly
then is seen.
Such a fragrant
sight to see
Easter butterfly
flying free.
Just like Heaven
with its gaze
Easter butterfly
paints the days.

©By Bill Pearce
Apr 16,  2017

Winter Still Lives On

Seen in the distance
is snow holding tight
stages of winter
with mallards in sight.
A little moment
of a pond melted true
shows signs springtime
that’s coming in view.
Winter still lives on
in a fraction of time
found as a memory
a wondrous design.
The clock is ticking
as springtime gives way
to open the doors to
a brand new day.
The season’s connected
to so many dreams
as winter still lives on
in watery streams.

©By Bill Pearce
Apr 16,  2017

Faded Winter

Seconds moving
minutes gaining
time is showing
seasons painting.
Faded winter
leaves some snow
in the springtime
sure to flow.
As it’s melting
it shows true
rivers flowing
Seasons seconds
moving fast
leaving glimmers
of the past.
Times rekindled
people gaze
life surmounting
sunny days.
Yet the scene now
shows so true
faded winter
in the view.

©By Bill Pearce
Apr 17,  2017

Magic Meadow

Scenic colors
all combined
become moments
to remind.
In a meadow
painted true
a sweet picture
comes in view.
Magic meadow
counted as
a day to see.
Scenic colors
come to life
healing many
of their strife.
Enhanced beauty
life’s window
found within a
magic meadow.

©By Bill Pearce
Apr 17,  2017

Yellow Brick Road

Our footsteps in life
are a rhythmic style
maybe out of sync
as we go every mile.
The lessons may grow
as the miles we drive
on a yellow brick road
to the ways we survive.
Time might be hidden
in a tin can of time
or maybe a scarecrow
that’s found in a rhyme.
We might need courage
to move on ahead
as problems arise then
that we maybe dread.
A yellow brick road
to a magical place
might unlock journeys
to a time to embrace.
Kneel down in prayer
for help with your load
as you walk the path
of the yellow brick road.

©By Bill Pearce
Apr 17,  2017

Springtime’s Begun

Blue skies upon us
as springs serenade
brings forth the melting
of snow that was laid.
Seasons on threshold
has entered on through
allowing for daisies
and dandelions too.
The waters still seeping
down through the soil
giving the plant life
strength to uncoil.
Springtime’s begun
as a natural phase
unleashing flowers
for seasons displays.
Now is a moment
a blessing in time
found as a picture
from Lord God divine.
Life as an echo
of seasons own sun
is found in a moment
springtime’s begun.

©By Bill Pearce
Apr 18,  2017

The Passing

Brief scenes we pass
might be a clue
a point in time
with wondrous hue.
The passing of
our seasons sights
begins the phase
of days and nights.
An old house sitting
on top of a hill
the passing days
that time does fulfill.
Scenes so brief
that pass on through
that just might then
evade our view.
The new scenery
from springs advance
displays the passing
life of chance.

©By Bill Pearce
Apr 18, 2017

Dandelions And Crocuses

Flowers seen flourishing
in a painting of style
dandelions and crocuses
bring ones a smile.
Colors of springtime
are life’s shining rays
found in the meadows
of springtime’s days.
Dandelions and crocuses
blossom and bloom
as they begin growing
May unto June.
Then within summer
they still are found true
reflections of springtime
as each day anew.
Life is awakened
as the stage is set
springtime’s arrival
that time can’t forget.
Flowers in a meadow
display such a sign
dandelions and crocuses
found in springtime.

©By Bill Pearce
Apr 18,  2017

Winter’s Page

Seeming magic
seasons hues
winter’s pages
greatest views
Timeless scenes
that come alive
when we take
a little drive.
Ice and snow
becomes the past
as a scenic
shadows cast.
Winter’s page
is in a book
a timeless scene
a wondrous look.
Season’s story
age to age
spring then enters
winter’s page.
A red crest robin
comes in spring
as some ducks
complete the scene.

©By Bill Pearce
Apr 20,  2017

Spring’s Encounters

The weather signs
that winters show
after seasons
flakes of snow
become the signs
of road repairs
with the things
the cold impairs.
Ice and snow
creates ice heaves
with what all
that winter leaves.
So many bumps
from ice and snow
spring is found to
then bestow.
Spring’s encounters
times embrace
found in roads
will slow your pace
as the road crews
start repair
on the roads
to here and there.

©By Bill Pearce
Apr 20,  2017

Time Falls Away

Worn to a frazzle
a minute might be
as life unravels
the things we see.
Time falls away
with just a glance
while the minutes
sing and dance.
We might miss
the special times
the scenes so great
that time refines.
Like an old barn
weathered and worn
time falls away
to new days born.
The old is beauty
of a different gaze
rekindled love
from distant days.
Time falls away
to become as anew
as life is changed
to a different view.

©By Bill Pearce
Apr 20,  2017

Reach For The Stars

Seek for the dreams
and live full of life.
Don’t let the moments
to fill you with strife.
Reach for the minutes
and reach for the gain,
but don’t let reality
to fill you with pain.
Blessings are upon us
as each day is found,
we just need to stop
and take a look around.
Reach for the heavens
and seek better views,
times to become as
much better news.
Reach for the stars
as you open your eyes
and let God to give you
a great big surprise.

©By Bill Pearce
Apr 20,  2017

The Little Gray Dog

Seen as a shadow
a dog sits and stares
at the moon up above
as it fervently glares.
The little gray dog
also watches some birds
flying in the moonlight
with silence as words.
The night becomes still
as the birds fly away
leaving the moonlight
for the dog then to bay.
A red tree of autumn
is losing its leaves
as the little gray dog
then surely perceives.
The night sky awakens
with clouds flying by
as the little gray dog
bids moonlight goodbye.

©By Bill Pearce
Apr 22,  2017

Beach Side Memories

Those days I remember
as a moment in time,
oceans waves crashing
as a rhythmic rhyme.
Beach side memories
of a scene in my gaze
some people on horses
those great summer days.
The scent of the ocean
was a fragrant treat
found with my eyes
and sand beneath feet.
Beach side memories,
a sight to behold.
A time I remember
of great days of old.
Those summertime scenes
that I hold dear to heart
are now wondrous photos
as God’s work of art.
Those magical moments,
those sweet melodies
are now of the greatest
beach side memories.

©By Bill Pearce
Apr 22,  2017

for Apr 22,  2017

Without a shadow
we would be a memory
without any light.

Love is a doorway
to a hearts true desire,
but needs to have God.

Searching for the moon
will cause ones to miss the stars
that are abundant.

Springtime’s butterflies
come fluttering with pure joy
as the flowers bloom.

Life is a moment
that many will overlook
due to their problems.

Found in a doorway
is a pathway to lessons
or some memories.

A journey through snow
might hold footsteps remembered,
but not directions.

Dreaming of springtime
might acquire it’s vision
and its aroma.

Challenges of life
are the weights that make us strong
from lifting each one.

Various seconds
will seem as eternity
while we are waiting.

Ghostly memories
are as shadows in the night
that we bring to life.

Heaven holds spirits
that may have lived among us
as earthly angels.

Shelter from a storm
might consist of a doorway
to an open heart.

Ticking hands of time
are often counted with fear
and not the blessings.

A dream is a dream
and reality is real,
but they can connect.

Counting all the stars
will test your skill in patience
as daytime meets night.

Loss of a loved one
might make you feel all alone,
but they’re still with you.

Through every window
there’s another view to see
with choices to make.

Beyond perception
is a conceived idea
that we decide on.

The ocean of time
is as the waves of a clock
that tick forever.

Holding too tightly
to a moment remembered
will push out today.

A rose will blossom
to become so much beauty
that ones cannot frown.

©By Bill Pearce
Apr 22,  2017

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Hello my friends

I hope you had a happy Easter.  Judy and
I stayed home and enjoyed being with each
other.  Judy had cortisone shots in her knees
Thursday and her knees are still a little bit
tender,  but they’re easing up.  Judy went up
to Northern Maine to see her mom yesterday.
They had Easter dinner at the nursing home.
Judy took a few pictures of her and had one
of the nurses take a picture of Judy and her
mom together.  I’ll put some of the pictures
in my stationery.  Here lately Judy and I
have been watching live feed of a pregnant
giraffe in the Animal Adventure Park and
April the giraffe has been pregnant for over
a year and she was ready to give birth any
day.  Well She gave birth yesterday almost
exactly 1 hour after Judy headed to Eagle
Lake Maine to see her mom LOL.  I got
out my camera and tripod and recorded
the birth and the little guys first steps for
her to watch when she got home.  LOL it
figures just when Judy heads off is when
April decides to do it.  When Judy left 2
hooves were sticking out of Aprils hind end.
So now the little guy is bouncing around
having a blast.  They’ve yet to of come up
with a name for him and they are asking
people to give them ideas.  He’s 5’9″ and
129 pounds.  Hehehe we live an exciting life
don’t we.  Yeppers,  the Pearce’s Place is
1 lively place LOL.  Oh yea,  tomorrows
forecast has rain and snow in it and then
forecasted for Thursday to Saturday more
of the same hehehe.  Spring’s a little bit
confused it seems 😉  so what else is going
on around this place?  Well,  now that the
snow has begun to melt,  we have a lake
in our front yard LOL.  Also now that
Rocky can get to the back door,  he thinks
he should come in the back door and he
proceeds to sit on the back steps and bark.
I have to holler,  come around to the front
you big dummy hehehe.  We’ve got a chair
and our radiator heater in front of the back
door which makes it a little hard to open
at the moment.  Of course as springtime
finally gets a footing and the temperatures
start climbing,  I’ll move the heater,  but
what to do with the chair.  Hmmm I have
not thought that far in advance hehehe.
Judy’s watching a video from Adventure
Park right now.  It seems we’ve gotten
hooked on that.  I guess there are worse
things to get hooked on hehehe.  Right
now at 6 PM it’s 52 F degrees.  Tonight’s
low is supposed to be 36 F.  Tomorrows
high is supposed to be 40 F and tomorrow
nights low is supposed to be 26 F,  so you
see,  it still gets a tad cold up here even
though it is springtime.  We’re used to it.
It’s a yearly thing.  Right now there are
still a few patches of snow here and there.
I feel sorry for the people in low lying
areas LOL.  They’re getting all the melted
snow and river ice jams.  Again,  that’s a
yearly thing.  Judy and I watched one of
our favorite programs,  Deadliest Catch.
It’s on Tuesdays.  We’ve watched every
season of it.  This is the 12th season of it.
Yep,  we’ve been watching it for 12 years
now.  So I guess you could say that we
like to watch it hehehe.  We’ve got many
different TV programs that we like to
watch.  Believe it or not,  all of them are
ones we both like.  Of course I may not
like Finding Bigfoot as much as Judy,
but I do like it.  It’s funny or at least it
is to me hehehe.  Benny and Rocky are
right behind me wanting treats.  I figure
I might as well give them a treat so they
will leave me alone for a while hehehe,
or at least until I get done writing.  The
chew sticks should pacify them for a bit.
There’s not much else to tell you.  Judy
is over at her PC now,  sitting filling out
the papers for our doctors fees.  We had
to print out the last 3 months of our bank
statements to show how much we make.
It’s for the sliding fee.  Anyways,  God is
still taking good care of Judy and I.  We
have a happy home or semi happy hehehe.
No home is always overjoyed LOL.  Life
is life and it has its ups and downs,  but
we manage to find a smiling face through
it all.  Always remember,  today,  this
minute,  this second is but just a moment
and it will pass.  Look for the blessings
that might hide in the corners of your life.
We all have our own share of struggles,
but many do not advertise them.  Many
prefer to keep them to themselves and
try to make like they have no problems.
Don’t try to keep them from God,  for
He knows even if you do not tell Him,
so let Him help.  Now I believe it’s time
for me to look back on all that I have
written here to see if I can find a good
word or phrase that I can use for the
title for today’s brand new poem.  So,
it’s away I go to that little place of my
recollection that I always like to call
RECOLLECT VILLE.  I think I found
a decent title about halfway through
my rambling and now after checking I
see that I have not used it as of yet,  so
used it shall be 🙂  Here goes…

Start Climbing

Through a threshold
walking straight
you might find
a dismal date.
Yet the portal
of which you see
might just find
your history.
Memories makings
counted true,
the things you did
and things you’d do.
So start climbing
passed that frame
and find blessings
to attain.
Don’t let people
hold you back
by their choices
found off track.
Now start climbing
learning true
what that’s better
then to do.
Leave the sadness
on the floor
and start climbing
Let God’s blessings
find your face
while you’re climbing
in His grace.

©By Bill Pearce
Apr 16,  2017

There ya go.  I hope you liked the poem.
If not,  then Oh well LOL.  Right now at
7 PM it’s 50 F.  The temperature’s dropped
a couple of degrees.  We’ve got our heater
set on 52 F LOL so it only comes on late
at night.  Of course the house retains a
lot of heat from sunshine,  when we have
some hehehe.  The problem is,  we don’t
see a lot of sunshine LOL.  When it stops
snowing,  it starts raining.  Fortunately
our solar lights that we have outside are
motion activated,  so they get enough
of a charge,  even through the clouds
to work.  They only come on when the
boys go outside to potty and stay on for
about 30 seconds without any activity.
We love them.  If we go shopping and
it’s dark when we get home,  the lights
come on so we can see to unload the car.
Well that’s about it.  I guess it’s time
for me to be telling you what I tell you
every week and that is,  I wrote some
more poems and haiku.  Yeppers,  10
more poems with an added 2 due to
the many poetry pictures I’ve been
writing hehehe.  I know,  the poems
might not make much sense without
the pictures,  but hey,  maybe that’ll
give ya a urge to buy our books LOL.
Ok and so I also wrote 22 more haiku
for all of the haiku lovers out there.
I hope you can find 1 or 2 of ether or
both that you like.  Now I believe it’s
time for me to begin my search for that
hardly elusive off switch,  but surely not
before I wish you a Happy Easter and
a Blessings filled week.  Remember,
Jesus loves you and we do too.  Now
to find that off switch.  Hmm,  what
is that behind IR camera?  LOL I see
ya.  You might of not been seen if you
had not of twitched your switch LOL.
Gotcha,  see ya CLICK zzzzzzzzzzzzz.

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

P.S  A link to our brand new books
Pearce’s Poetry Pictures
and Pearce’s Poetry Pictures 2
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+5 and 22 hehehehehehehehehehe 🙂

Luna Moth

This moth of the moon
it flutters and flies
an endeavoring scene
found low in the skies.
It’s a wonderful sight
this moth of the moon,
it makes many hearts
to magically swoon.
Within its wingspan
it’s found to display
the heartbeat of life
in a wonderful way.
Its life is very short,
but it still seeks to give
a portion of itself
to show how to live.
It seems as created
from stars up above
this moth of the moon
that’s filled full of love.
This creature of life
is like a flying cloth
fluttering flying
the Luna Moth.

©By Bill Pearce
Apr 11,  2017

Inside A Thought

Forests of feelings
find such a view
seen as a moment
that might come true.
Thinking a pattern
a pleasant array
inside a thought
with colorful sway.
In autumns turnstile
is life’s spinning wheel
presenting pictures
that our hands can feel.
Life as a journey
with its scenic style
becomes a conquest
to blossom a smile.
Mimicking patterns
of yesterdays frame
inside a thought
grows life to attain.
Scented aromas
of life that’s displayed
inside a thought
can be true promenade.

©By Bill Pearce
Apr 11,  2017

Wintery Scenes

A splash of a snowflake
with others in style
paints a perfect picture
of a momentous smile.
Those wintery scenes
that then come to be
a sight that’s displayed
for our eyes to see.
An ocean of whiteness
with scenes oh so cold
those wintery scenes
that our hands can hold.
They become just a day,
a time we remember
a seasonal stage
as life’s burning ember.
A puppy dog playing
in the snow fluffy white
those wintery scenes
such a wonderful sight.

©By Bill Pearce
Apr 11,  2017

Easter Basket

With but a notion
a certain array
one’s found painting
an Easter display.
Two bunny’s sitting
in an Easter basket
watching the day
a tisket and tasket.
With some red roses
found there in place
this Easter basket
shares but a taste.
An Easter design
of a day so sweet
as two Easter bunnies
make it complete.
Waiting for eggs
to spread all around
to become children’s
things to be found.
Some colorful eggs
for children to find
to put in their basket
for Easter time.

©By Bill Pearce
Apr 12,  2017

The Coldest Hue

Scenes so cold
yet oh so fine
are the seasons
that we find.
Whitish hues
of winters days
are coldest seen
within a phase.
The coldest hue
of day and night
is found within
a moments sight.
With arrangements
times astound
life becomes
a look around.
A simple scene
that comes in view
of wintertime
the coldest hue.

©By Bill Pearce
Apr 12,  2017

Past Times Remembered

The changes of autumn
are colors so sweet
past times remembered
that none can compete.
We take many pictures
of the colors divine
to be the recordings
of a wonderful time.
Seasons awakened
with life to partake
past times remembered
of a beautiful lake.
Trees on the shoreline
enhance every sight
with the many colors
of a scenic delight.
Past times remembered
are seasons to see
found in the pictures
of autumns beauty.

©By Bill Pearce
Apr 12,  2017

A Distant Field

Times of wonder,
times of bliss
give us blessings
Heaven’s kiss.
Scenes of beauty
colors grand,
a distant field
of wondrous land.
Colors grandeur
works of art,
timeless portions
filled with heart.
A distant field
becomes alive
with the colors
that arrive.
Autumns makings
so complete,
often moments
found discrete.
Yet the colors
of autums yield
are within
a distant field.

©By Bill Pearce
Apr 12,  2017

Two Owls

A moonlit night
with times detail
shows two owls
that hoot and wail.
Their two voices
sound so clear
they seem to sing
of yesteryear.
Two owls found
in a tree so high
on some branches
near the sky.
The moon is bright
and clearly seen
while these owls
work as a team.
Searching through
the scenic sight
to find some food
amidst the night.
These two owls
just sing a song
of the night
before the dawn.

©By Bill Pearce
Apr 12,  2017

Little Reminders

Life in a picture
a portrait of time
displays a portion
of seasonal wine.
Snowflakes gathered
to paint an embrace
found in a moment
of winter to taste.
Simple reminders
come into view,
life in a picture
of here thereunto.
A simple homestead
sits to remind
painting a picture
it’s so designed.
A wintertime scene
is great in its glance
little reminders
moments enhance.

©By Bill Pearce
Apr 13,  2017

Moonlight Kite

The nights of a child
with fun and joy
is a moonlight kite
with a little boy.
Life as an illusion
painting a dream
a moonlight kite
is a wonderful scene.
A child finds peace
up high in a tree
while flying a kite
that the moon can see.
The sight is painted
as night is displayed
a moonlight kite
so magically made.
Found as a shadow
a glimpse of the night
is a little boy
and a moonlight kite.

©By Bill Pearce
Apr 13,  2017

Clouds Of Thoughts

Amidst the clouds
holds many scenes,
things we wish for,
things we dream.
Time is gathered
so fluffy white
clouds of thoughts
within our sight.
Heavens vision
within the skies
becomes doorways
for our eyes.
They might rain
or send some snow
all these clouds
that surely flow.
Time’s a fraction
that they don’t see
clouds of thoughts
above you and me.
They hold a world
of imagination
as they float to
a new destination.
They billow as love
in the sky so high
clouds of thoughts
that never run dry.
Time is a meadow
our minds get lost
gazing up at the
clouds of thoughts.

©By Bill Pearce
Apr 14,  2017

Faded Time

Life of a decade
a timeless stage
might seem faded
because of age.
Time is beating
a heartbeats style
with some minutes
a moments mile.
Often memories
become tainted
as a mere moment
the past had painted.
All of our memories
can become dimmer
as faded time is
just but a glimmer.
Life is a doorway
to times dimensions
that is the keeper
of our intentions.
Then as a pebble
a rock of design
life is displayed
with faded time.

©By Bill Pearce
Apr 14,  2017

Ducks Find Flight

A pond of springtime
holds a view
ducks just swimming
there and to.
Snow’s still holding
fast in place
yet it’s melting
none to waste.
Ducks are swimming
in the pond
while they’re watching
time go on.
Then so quickly
they are found
taking flight
with quacking sound.
Many swim on
day and night
while some other
ducks find flight.

©By Bill Pearce
Apr 14,  2017

for Apr 15,  2017

Today’s beginnings
are learned from our yesterdays
whether good or bad.

Without thinking first
ones can become volatile
in their directions.

Lost in a meadow
a flower will join many
and find family.

Life in a journey
has many different views
that might be hidden.

The storms of a time
might be but only ourselves
and how we perceive.

Dissolving friendships
might one day come and haunt you
do to missing them.

A springtime morning
brings a field of life alive
with some daffodils.

Beyond emotion
holds a place of perception
filled with confusion.

Dreams will come alive
as we unleash reality
with what that’s needed.

Sheltering yourself
preventing any damage
prevents lessons too.

A page from our life
might become another book
thriving on content.

The dance of loners
are found hidden in darkness
that only they see.

is a doorway to splendor
that can come alive.

Without our knowledge
time might elude our vision
as seconds pass by.

Without leaving past
you cannot find better days,
for the past still lives.

Believing in love
will allow it to blossom,
but not always good.

A rose is a rose
while it may not be the same
as the rest of them.

Nobodies Heaven
is the same as another,
for each has its own.

Counting the minutes
will make time to pass slowly
and thrive impatience.

Looking for springtime
through the season of winter
creates a dreamworld.

Pointing at someone
draws attention to yourself
that might show clearer.

Longing for summer
brings alive passed perceptions
that lives in summer.

©By Bill Pearce
Apr 15,  2017

Our Newest books
Pearce’s Poetry Pictures
Pearce’s Poetry Pictures 2
and if you are not in the USA or would just rather buy
them at you can buy them both on my page
My wife Judy’s Poetry books 🙂
Ben Geurts Drawing Art site
and Old Fashioned Christmas site
My Animal’s Greetings site below
One of my friends sites below
and once again the poetry contest at
Me on YouTube
Your frosty friend Bill 🙂


Hello my friends

I’m getting a late start on writing this
week being that our grandson Christian
spent the weekend with us and he didn’t
leave till late Sunday evening.  No matter.
I’m fairly sure many of you don’t read
this until maybe late Monday evening 🙂
So it’s off I go into rambles ville hehehe.
Last week was a fairly regular one,  but
it does look as though that springtime
has finally found us.  The high for today
is supposed to be 67 F degrees.  Right
now at 8:23 AM it’s 44 F.  The snow has
been melting, but there is still a lot to go.
Around 9 o’clock last night there was
said to be a small earthquake in central
Maine.  We didn’t feel it.  Judy just said
that 3700 are without power now due to
it.  Thank God that spring has finally put
warmer temps in the air.  At least they
will be OK until the power is back on.
Yep,  we live a pretty uneventful life up
here.  We didn’t feel a thing.  So,  what
else has gone on around this place?  It
snowed a little bit last Tuesday,  but not
enough to really matter.  The ground had
already warmed too much for the snow
to stick to it.  Of course we’ve still got a
lot of snow yet to melt,  but it’s slowly
but surely being melted away.  Another
couple of days like we have had and it’ll
be gone leaving but only mud puddles in
its wake LOL.  Oh yes and of course a
few floods in the lower lying areas.  It’s
a yearly thing up here.  I wish my yearly
allergies would give me a break.  I don’t
have seasonal allergies LOL.  I’ve got
yearly.  They’re all year round.  It seems
my system thinks that anything I breathe
is bad for me and it reacts by putting me
into sneeze mode LOL.  I can be sitting
just enjoying my day and then out of the
blue begin sneezing like a machine-gun.
Then my nose will stop up or decide to
start running LOL.  Hehehe the decision
is up in the air so to say.  I am up earlier
than normal today being I wanted to see
about getting this written and then maybe
going back to bed.  Judy and I are night
owls and we were up till just a few hours
ago.  So both of us are thinking seriously
about heading back to bed LOL.  Neither
of us could sleep well and were up and
down all morning.  So if my journal seems
a little shorter than normal,  that’s why 🙂
I have some sad news.  one of my friends
and classmates from Wills Point passed
away Friday.  Roger Musser was a good
friend.  Him and his whole family were
like family to me.  Me and his brother
Mike had a little rock band back in the
70’s.  Me and Mike spent a lot of time
jamming in his living room as well as at
our house in South Tawakanii.  Roger is
surely going to be missed.  He is already
missed greatly by his family.  I send a
special prayer to his children, siblings and
parents.  You just never know.  So,  now
I guess I need to find something happier
to talk about huh.  Judy and I are doing
well.  We had a great weekend with our
grandson as we always do 🙂  We watched
funny Youtube videos on my computer.
The boys are both lying in their doggy
beds in the floor between Judy and I at
the moment.  LOL,  they’re probably a
little confused as to why we are up so
freaking early hehehe.  They are up with
us all night so you can figure that they
are also very tired.  Well,  there’s not
much else to tell you other than that
God is still watching over us.  I thank
God for His protection.  Although He
does allow certain things to happen as
they are life.  If He were to prevent any
bad stuff from happening,  then we’d
be not so much living,  but just existing.
The ups and downs of life are the things
that make life interesting and fruitful.
Find the blessings and enjoy them.  It’s
with the pitfalls of life that the good
times stand out even more so.  Without
the bad times,  we would just get lax in
our lives without any joy.  I reckon
it’s time for me to be taking my little
trip back through all that I’ve written
here to see if I can find a good word or
phrase that I can use for the title for
today’s brand new poem.  So,  it’s off
I go to that place of my recollection
that I always like to call RECOLLECT
VILLE.  I think I found a decent title
just a little ways back in my rambling.
Now to see if I can do anything with it.
Here goes….

Certain Things

Found on cue
a time might seem
as a torrent
rushing stream.
Yet some moments
need to be
things to hear
and things to see.
Certain things
we say and do
are the lessons
timeless true.
Yet a moment
passes fast
with some things
that never last.
Certain things
are just a time
a life to be
but just a rhyme.
A season found
or day to come
certain things
are then and done.
God allows
some ventured scenes
to be lives
of certain things.

©By Bill Pearce
Apr 10,  2017

So there ya go,  short and sweet.  Oh yea,
Judy’s sister Barbara had some sadness to
come upon her.  Their dog Takanee died
Sunday.  She was about 3 years old or there
about.  It came quickly.  They are very sad
about that,  but it does happen as we lost
our beloved Milo back in 2015 to cancer.
Life has no guarantee of length of time
so enjoy each breath of air you breathe.
Take the time to see the scenery and smell
the flowers.  The time might come that you
will not be able to enjoy it or to get out
and look at it,  so don’t keep yourself in
a bubble.  But then don’t do stupid stuff
that hurts you or others LOL.  OK,  you
can do stupid stuff,  being sometimes it’s
the stupid stuff that makes us happy LOL.
Just don’t be overly stupid hehehehehehe.
I reckon it’s time for me to be telling you
what I tell you every week and that is,
I wrote some more poetry and haiku 🙂
Yep,  10 more poems with an added 2
and 1 of the poems is a Christmas poem.
So it’s 22 poems in all.  I also wrote 22
more haiku for all of the haiku lovers
out there.  I hope you can find 1 or 2
of either or both that you like.  Now,
I believe it’s time for me to begin my
search for that hardly elusive off switch,
but not before I wish you a most blessed
week.  Remember,  Jesus loves you and
we do too.  Ok now,  where is that silly
off switch attempting to hide?  Hmmm,
I think I see movement fro behind my
PC camera.  Yep,  there ya are,  as usual
just teetering back and forth thinking
that I won’t see ya.  You are silly ya know.
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 books
Pearce’s Poetry Pictures
and Pearce’s Poetry Pictures 2
is at the end of the journal along
with all of the others.  Enjoy 🙂
Please buy our book 😉

P.S. Again   Judy and I have been keeping
tabs on April the giraffe on live feed.  She’s
pregnant and fixing to give birth any day now.
She’s at Animal Adventure Park in New York.
April better not go outside to have that baby.
There’s not a live feed outside LOL.

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

Yesterdays Fall

Flavored with colors
time is a page
displayed as a book
upon autumn’s stage.
So many yesterdays,
so many colors
painted by Heaven
as one to another.
Seasons of grandeur
are found so alive
on yesterdays fall
with an autumn drive.
Time is a moment
that may seem to pass
with yesterdays fall
a little too fast.
For colors of autumn
are times I recall
driving through country
of yesterdays fall.

©By Bill Pearce
Apr 4,  2017

A Dragonfly’s Flight

An abstract moment,
a minute to spare
finds but a second
a flight in the air.
A thought came alive
as a scene to see,
a dragonfly’s flight
so wondrous and free.
It might be a painting
or a picture entailed
as a dragonfly’s flight
has magically sailed.
Time has no meaning
to this wonderful sight
the scene now recalled
as a dragonfly’s flight.

©By Bill Pearce
Apr 4,  2017

Another Winter

Another scene,
another time,
another winter
on my mind.
Snowy moments
time’s displayed
scenic signs
that winter made.
Another second,
another frame,
another winter
gives to gain.
A distant city
across a bridge
another winter
shows a ridge.
Minutes prosper
time to enter
snow of white
another winter.

©By Bill Pearce
Apr 4,  2017

Painted Mountain

Painted scenes,
timeless hues
become things
the greatest views.
Painted passion
scented phase
painted mountain
scenic days.
With a brushstroke
found design
painted mountain
shows a sign.
Like a fountain
flowing through,
painted mountain
shows a view.
A river’s moment
found so fine,
painted mountain
does unwind.

©By Bill Pearce
Apr 4,  2017

Bluebonnet River

Sunshine of summer
brings forth an array
a bluebonnet river
as seasons display.
Within a painting
it flows to and fro
a bluebonnet river
with sunshine aglow.
Just like a river
it silently rushes
filled full of flowers
Indian paintbrushes.
The scene’s a painting
in abstract form
a bluebonnet river
a moment that’s born.
Time is surmounted
scenes come alive
painted with passion
to mimic the skies.
Found in the sunlight
seen in the days
a bluebonnet river
with flowers to gaze.

©By Bill Pearce
Apr 5,  2017

Frozen Pond

From a bridge
we saw a sign
a frozen pond
of wintertime.
It was white
with snow upon
in our gaze
a frozen pond.
Winter’s hold
so wondrously
was held so tight
with waters freeze.
Time displayed
how minutes move
with the sight
of winters groove.
This frozen pond
was held intact
with snow upon
so firmly packed.

©By Bill Pearce
Apr 5,  2017

Designs In the Clouds

As days move on
and clouds float by
we my see ships
up in the sky.
An ocean voyage
of white with sails
and in your view
there’s great details.
The waves will roll
with peaceful gaze
designs in the clouds
of changing phase.
Our glance might see
a smiling face
someone we know
in Heaven’s grace.
Designs in the clouds
will change their view
as we look on
in a sky of blue.

©By Bill Pearce
Apr 5,  2017

Tracks Of Life

With every step
of life’s detail
we’re like a train
upon a rail.
Directions laid
into our path
tracks of life
a moments swath.
The living rails
display a view
as a train track
running through.
Steps may lead
a times recourse
tracks of life
with certain force.
The stage is set
that might jackknife
yet still be good
the tracks of life.

©By Bill Pearce
Apr 5,  2017

Times Of Heart

Links connecting
a time and place
a beating heart
will then embrace.
Scenes within ones
becomes essence
so sincere.
Times of heart
with mere hellos
becomes the stage
a heartbeat grows.
A simple scene
of distant trees
might embellish
Times of heart
with you and I
can grow beyond
the bluest sky.
As a moment
that we impart
our lives can be
the times of heart.

©By Bill Pearce
Apr 5,  2017

Christmastime Fantasies

All of those memories
become such a sight
seen in wintertime
each day and night.
White snow glistening
in mornings sun
seems as a dream world
filled full of fun.
Christmastime fantasies
as time moves along
while you are singing
an old Christmas song.
A time in the night
when your sleep is alive
within every memoir
that did so survive.
Lives are replenished
from moments in time
a Christmassy scene
that was yours and mine.
Find all the magic
that brings you a smile
Christmastime fantasies
that wintertime while.

©By Bill Pearce
Apr 5,  2017

Summer Field

Traipsing through
some summer days
might be found
a field of maize.
A summer field
with hidden paths
and birds flying
shadows cast.
Life is a journey,
a magical time
in a summer field
within your mind.
You can take a trip
in a dream unfurled
and let it grow
to a wondrous world.
Life is a mystery
time to yield
when you take a walk
in a summer field.

©By Bill Pearce
Apr 6,  2017

Driving Downtown

On a wintery road
a drive to the store
the road was snowy
just like times before.
A wintertime scene
on a cold snowy day
there were some drivers
heading our way.
Ones on a journey
on roads snowy white
driving downtown
in this wintery sight.
Now’s just a moment
a simple memory
thinking of the times
of my wife and me.
We’ve seen so many
roads of the same
driving downtown
when wintertime came.

©By Bill Pearce
Apr 6,  2017

for Apr 6 2017

Now is a doorway
to tomorrows journey
just waiting its turn.

Many that gather
are often single minded
only due to fear.

Without your effort
you might just live in the past
instead of growing.

Illusions of life
come as swells of an ocean
that are just ripples.

Losing arguments
doesn’t make you a loser,
but yet a learner.

Despite our choices
we will often discover
others paths to cross.

Many directions
only end up repeating
as a recording.

The things that we need
are often only our wants
within confusion.

Life of a flower
has a seasonal conquest
that’s yearning to bloom.

Footprints in the snow
might not show their direction,
but the path they lead.

Life is a moment
that comes and goes with seconds
that might seem too long.

Lost in perception
a scene that’s seen too quickly
might not be correct.

Mornings butterflies
display springtime’s arrival
as fluttering life.

Green grass of summer
often has a lot of weeds
that look like flowers.

An oceans own depth
is lost deep within itself
as a mystery.

Shadows that we see
might be but only shadows
and nothing to fear.

Singing Christmas songs
can bring to life your childhood
with thoughts of Santa Claus.

Snow before springtime
melts to give new beginnings
a chance to find life.

Beyond our beliefs
are things we might not believe
due to perspectives.

On the wings of life
there is a journey to find
as the winds will blow.

The rains of summer
deliver puddles of life
that become rivers.

Clouds in a blue sky
can create a wondrous world
that we imagine.

©By Bill Pearce
Apr 6,  2017

Our Newest books
Pearce’s Poetry Pictures
Pearce’s Poetry Pictures 2
and if you are not in the USA or would just rather buy
them at you can buy them both on my page
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

Hey guess what?  Are ya guessing?  I’ll give ya
a little more time.  Did ya guess?  Ok,  so here
it is.  It’s April.  March has finally bit the dust.
Yeppers,  and it’s looking like we might finally
be seeing signs of spring although there’s snow
forecasted for Tuesday night and Wednesday.
We shall see.  Right now at 7 PM it’s 41 F and
it feels nice.  I’m ordering us some heating oil
tomorrow and it should do for the remainder
of the leftover winter and be a bit to begin with
next winter.  Of course each month I’ll put a
little cash on our tab during summer to make
sure we have heating oil for next year.  This
passed year was a crazy one and we were not
able to put money on our heating oil tab,  so
we ran out Thursday before last.  We managed
by using our little portable radiator heaters to
keep us warm in the bedroom and PC room 🙂
The rest of the house though got a bit chilly.
It didn’t get cold enough though to freeze our
water pipes again which was a blessing to us
and 🙂 our landlord LOL.  He had to come
and use a torch to get the water thawed again,
but this time he wrapped the pipes a little bit
better than he did before.  We’ve still got tons
of snow outside and the boys are having fun
playing in it LOL.  I let them out after we
ate breakfast and after a bit thought I would
go outside and see what they were up to and
as I turned around the corner of our house,
I saw them both sitting side by side in the snow
just enjoying the day hehehe.  They saw me
and came a running.  Yesterday when we
got back from town,  they both jumped out
of the car and went running for the snow.
They both headed out for the field and Judy
hollered, no boys and they stopped and just
played around in the deep snow climbing on
the snow banks and all LOL.  We have a dry
driveway with no snow,  but they prefer the
snow.  Yep,  we’ve got 2 snow dogs that are
gonna miss all of this white stuff when it’s
gone.  Of course they’ll find it fun when
Judy and I can walk out in the field with
them.  Can’t do that now being that the
snow is still rather deep.  Maybe up to my
waste in much of the field and if or more
to the point when I break through the top
layer of frozen snow,  I’m falling through
just like I did a week or so ago and had to
crawl out to find some more frozen top
layer to walk on.  So you see, springtime
is taking its ever loving time getting here
as it does quite often up this way.  There
have many years that we have had snow
on into the last of April and a few on into
May LOL.  It looks like people in Island
Falls Maine and around the low lying areas
will get flooded once again like seasonal
clock work.  Almost every year there are
ice jams in the rivers which cause a lot of
flooding.  Life up here is a lot different
than what I grew up with down south in
Texas.  Of course the summers are a lot
cooler than they are down south 🙂 and
I love that.  My old body can handle cold
weather much better than hot weather 🙂
I’m VERY hot natured.  Although in my
old age I do tend to get cold much easier
now days,  but I can still handle the cold
much better than the hot.  Judy is doing
some painting right now.  She is getter
better with every stroke of her paint brush.
Yep,  I’m still doing picture poems 🙂  I’ve
already gotten 135 written,  but I need
about 15 or so more before it’s ready to
be published.  I’m hoping that our books
start selling.  At the moment we’ve only
sold a few.  Not enough to brag about.
Just enough to maybe buy a hamburger,
fries and soda water LOL.  Judy and I
have put a lot of hard work into getting
our books published.  It would be nice
to see something come of it.  LOL life in
the fast lane.  Right now Benny and his
brother Rocky are lying in their doggy
beds right between Judy and I.  They
truly love one another.  Benny has his
head lying over against Rocky in his
bed.  They’re both sound asleep 🙂 We
love our little boys.  God is still taking
good care of us.  His might hands are
always upon us with His protection.
I guess it’s time to end my incessant
rambling and time to take a little trip
back through all that I’ve written here
and see if I can find me a good word
or phrase that I can use for the title
for today’s brand new poem.  So,  it’s
away I go to that little place of my
recollection that I always like to call
RECOLLECT VILLE.  I believe I may
have found a decent title about a third
of the way back in my rambling.  Now
to see if I can do anything with it.  Here
goes nothing hehehe.

I’m Hoping

The dreams and schemes
I have each day
are filled with thrills
I want a way.
I’m hoping and scoping
a much better view
a time so sublime
it has to be true.
I’m sure Heaven’s pure
as clouds from above
with life without strife
that’s filled full of love.
I’m hoping I’m scoping
a sky full of blue
in a blessing life’s dressing
poured out fresh and new.
There are times sublime
that many won’t see
because of the pause
in their hopeful degree.
The lives that contrive
for lesser that’s sloping
are the same I abstain
for much better I’m hoping.

©By Bill Pearce
Apr 2,  2017

LOL there ya go.  It might not make a lick
of sense to ya,  but hey,  nobody ever said
I was going to always write stuff that made
any sense ,  did they LOL?   I do pray for
life to be better not only for me,  but for all.
Sometimes the only way to find better is to
step out on faith and outside of your box.
Not always,  mind you hehehe.  Sometimes
we might end up in a world a hurt,  but I
have found that you cannot expect  your
life to change if you don’t do anything to
change it.  Be prepared to be surprised 🙂
I’ve been surprised many times. Some good
and some not so freaking good LOL.  Yep,
I have had a wild life.  But due to the many
changes,  I found Judy.  We would of never
gotten together if I had never flown up to
meet her in person.  I never expected to
ever move out of Texas,  but here in am.
Surprise!  We have our share of problems
and yes we have a few disagreements,  but
we love each other and enjoy being with
one another.  So I reckon before I get in
full fledge ramble mode again,  I need to
tell you what I tell you every week and
that is I wrote some more poems and
haiku.  Yeppers 10 more poems with an
added 5 due to ye ole picture poems 🙂
No Christmas poems this week.  Maybe
next week LOL.  I wrote 22 more haiku
for all of the haiku lovers out there.  I
hope you can find 1 or 2 of either or both
that you like.  Now I believe it’s time for
me to begin searching for that really bad
at hiding off switch,  but not before I wish
you a most wonderful blessings filled week.
Remember, Jesus loves you and we do too.
Now,  where can that off switch be hiding
this week?  Hmmmmmm,  LOL I see ya,
Hiding in my bag of Christmas cards may
have worked well for ya,  but it seemed
for some reason the bag was swaying in
the breeze that was nonexistent hehehe.
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 books
Pearce’s Poetry Pictures
and Pearce’s Poetry Pictures 2
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+5 and 22 hehehehehehehehehehe 🙂

A Passing Vessel

When on a cruise
of life and times
a passing vessel
with many minds
watched us sailing
right on passed
while they waved
with times avast.
The sea was calm
with cloudy sky
a passing vessel
then went by.
We all smiled
while waving back
to the vessel
with sails so slack.
The evening was
a moments gaze
a passing vessel
distant days.

©By Bill Pearce
Mar 29,  2017

The Seaplane

Life is a picture
a painting of time
found as true artwork
that seconds design.
A seaplane seeking
to lift to the skies
while it’s displaying
the way that it flies.
Painted with Heaven
blue skies with clouds
the seaplane revs up
through water it plows.
Then as it’s lifting
it looks down below
to see all the beauty,
a wonderful show.
Blue skies with clouds
engulf every sight
as the seaplane is gone
on a magical flight.

©By Bill Pearce
Mar 29,  2017

Colors Alive

Found as a photo
on a autumn drive
were all the highlights
of colors alive.
The scene was thriving
living as heart
beating with rhythms
within autumns art.
Painted as blessings
displayed with style,
the scene came to life
and gave us a smile.
The time was magical,
minutes displayed
the life of autumn
that Lord God had made.
Filled with blessings
that God did contrive
found in a photo
is colors alive.

©By Bill Pearce
Mar 29,  2017

A Distant Barn

A distant barn
and small garage
after spring
seems like mirage.
The seasons game
is played to win
to melt the snow
and then begin.
Life’s awakened
with a smile
waters flowing
with their style.
Spring’s awoken
showing true
melted snow
and sky of blue.
Life’s awakened
showing charm
with this view
a distant barn.

©By Bill Pearce
Mar 29,  2017

Winter River

Running river
once was frozen
winter river
now is golden.
Giving living
things a drink
winter river
on the brink.
Flowing waters
running fast
leaving memoirs
times contrast.
Snow is still then
seen as white,
but it’s melting
out of sight.
Winter river
leaves its mark
within springtime
to embark.
Rushing waters
winters giver
life’s fulfillment
winter river.

©By Bill Pearce
Mar 29,  2017

A Little Trail

Across a field
a little trail
displays a way
what times entail.
A path of life
in such a way
is found within
another day.
Septembers style
is well trodden
a distant time
not forgotten.
A little trail
through a field
a scenic dance
within the yield.
It comes to life
a moments glance
a scenic time
of fields expanse.
It is a story
that times unveil
September field
a little trail.

©By Bill Pearce
Mar 30,  2017

Between The Clouds

One cloudy day
of long ago
I sought to see
the minutes flow.
I saw some blue
between the clouds
a scenic scene
that time enshrouds.
It came to life
one summer’s day
between the clouds
a little gray.
I heard a voice
that spoke to me
with Heavens words
of eternity.
I felt relieved
this wondrous find
between the clouds
my peace of mind.
I saw Heaven
that came in view
between the clouds
a sky of blue.

©By Bill Pearce
Mar 30,  2017

As Life Moves On

When time is seen
as just some waves
our lives might then
see better days.
As life moves on
to better shores
we might then find
some open doors.
So many oceans
of lives might seem
a rock and hard place
found in between.
The sights and sounds
that many hear
might in the future
just disappear.
With the moments
that we count true
the days we breathe
will change their view.
The sun will rise
and fall each day
as life moves on
within its way.

©By Bill Pearce
Mar 31,  2017

Walls Of Winter

With scenery
and life displayed
walls of winter
then are made.
Minutes snowflakes
found a place
to then become
an Earthly face.
Many gather
to see the sights
walls of winter
days and nights.
As a painting
age to age
walls of winter
fill the stage.
The scene becomes
a moments gaze
life within
those winter days.
A time recalled
front and center
a magical scene
walls of winter.

©By Bill Pearce
Mar 31,  2017

Sea Of Heart

An ocean voyage
with eternity
becomes a sight
for ones to see.
A sea of heart
with wondrous gaze
found within
the calmest waves.
Those times recalled
that come to mind
a sea of heart
from time to time.
It can be seen
the best to view
that lives within
the ocean blue.
Our memories
as works of art
that become
a sea of heart.

©By Bill Pearce
Mar 31,  2017

River View

Every heartbeat
times perceive
often shows
how many weave.
Like a river,
wide awake
many heartbeats
times partake.
A scenic sign
that non compare
flows like water
here and there.
A river view
to now and then
flows like waters
where and when.
Ticking thresholds
counted true
displays heartbeats
river view.

©By Bill Pearce
Mar 31,  2017

Beyond Horizons

Pictured blue skies
time fulfills
with God’s artwork
trees and hills.
Beyond horizons
is a view
scenic blessings
that come true.
Find the doorway
certain scenes
trees and hills
and hidden streams.
Beyond horizons
holds a place
blue skies filled with
Heavens grace.
Let your mind to
search the sky
beyond horizons
as birds fly.

©By Bill Pearce
Mar 31,  2017

Morning’s Butterfly

Found as magic
in the wind
morning’s butterfly
finds a friend.
In the sunlight
it entails
fluttering wings
a breeze it sails.
Like a painting
with a grin
morning’s butterfly
does begin.
Fluttering softly
with its wings
in the sunlight
morning brings.
Found in sunlight
dawn of day
morning’s butterfly
flies away.

©By Bill Pearce
Mar 31,  2017


Flowers painted
time stands still
in a moments
Seconds ticking
time’s consumed
with abstraction
then attuned.
Painted portholes
to a place
with a moments
own embrace.
Life is flourished
nature grows
times displaying
daily shows.
With a moments
own attraction
it can be a
times abstraction.

©By Bill Pearce
Apr 1,  2017

Trees Of Life

On a journey
with my mind
there are things
I surely find.
Trees of life
with colors true
a distant sky
the shade of blue.
Living breathing
life is found
when I stop
to look around.
Trees of life
are dying fast
due to people
with no class.
Oh too often
fires burn
leaving only
things to learn.
Trees of life
will disappear
leaving only
want and fear.
For the life
of every tree
needs the help
from you and me.
Don’t let people
take away
the trees of life
we now survey.

©By Bill Pearce
Apr 1,  2017

Apr 1,  2017

Amidst the night sky
holds an imagination
found within the stars.

Beyond a moment
there are seconds unnoticed
that are important.

Weeds of life will grow
no matter if they are pulled
for they thrive on dirt.

Someone’s horoscope
will become what that happens
due to willpower.

The showers of stars
are the skies many blessings
that twinkle at night.

Determined people
will not give up on something
until it is fact.

Chance is a doorway
that so many will enter
and lose sight of truth.

Believing in life
needs you to believe in death,
for they’re connected.

The trees of springtime
are the shepherds of flowers
as they enhance them.

Time in a bottle
is a story that ones tell
sometimes illusion.

Decisive people
will put forth their ideas
and a better way.

Misleading turnstiles
will often end in turmoil
that looked promising.

A sky filled with birds
becomes a piece of artwork
made with Heaven’s paint.

Lost in illusion
a dream can become horrid
as nightmares prevail.

Life of a housefly
is time that passes quickly
with a flyswatter.

Tomorrows journey
begins with help from today
though maybe not known.

Trying times of grass
are the weeds that come about
to smother the grass.

Ticking hands of time
become as earthquakes of life
when you are antsy.

A black hole of space
might hold many beginnings
that we’re unaware.

Counting your problems
can make them more exceeding
than they really are.

The dawn of the day
gives a new outlook on life,
that might need new eyes.

Struggling with pain
finds a peaceful conclusion
with thoughts of Heaven.

©By Bill Pearce
Apr 1,  2017

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Hello my friends

I’m getting a late start on writing today
due to a bit of depression that came over
me,  but I’m a little better now.  I guess
depression is part of life.  Ups and downs
like a teeter totter LOL.  So onwards with
the journal.  It’s still a bit cold up this way.
Right now at 7 PM it’s 30 F degrees LOL.
We’re expecting more snow beginning late
tonight not ending maybe until tomorrow
night and then a few snow showers through
the week.  Spring???  It don’t feel like it 😉
Our hot water froze again last week and
we ran out of heating oil Thursday night.
The computer room is nice and warm,  but
the rest of the house is a bit chilly hehehe.
We’ve got a couple of portable radiator
heaters that we’re using in here and in our
bedroom,  but the one in the bedroom is
having a hard time keeping the room warm,
being it’s a fairly large room.  No matter,
it should begin warming up a bit in the
next week in April or so.  LOL there is
no guarantee on that,  but that’s what we’re
hoping on.  Of course when the weather
begins to get too warm for me,  I’ll be
wanting winter back LOL.  Anything over
75 F degrees is too warm for me.  I am very
hot natured and have suffered many heat
strokes in my life when I live in Texas.  So
I do better in winter time.  I’m sure our 2
snow dogs will miss the snow when/if it
ever finally melts LOL.  They do love to
romp and play in it.  The driveway could
be completely snowless and these 2 boys
will find the snow to go running around in.
Of course if it’s too deep for them to make
it through it,  they wait until I shovel them
a little trail,  but here lately being that the
snow has had an icy glaze on the top of it,
they have been able to walk on top of it,
but they still fall through time to time 🙂
They’ll hop out and continue on their way.
So,  it seems spring hasn’t fully found its
way up here yet,  but I hear it’s soon to be
here maybe as a stir in the night hehehehe.
It will be nice to be able to take the boys
out for a field trip without the fear of me
falling through the snow and having to
crawl out again.  Judy can’t walk through
it,  so I am looking forwards to her and
I with the boys taking our strolls out in
the field together and taking pictures 🙂
Right now,  Judy is in the kitchen baking
us some peanut butter cookies.  Yummy!
I’m guessing that the oven is keeping her
warm in there.  Yesterday morning I had
one of the top electric burners on simmer
to keep the kitchen warm enough while
I fixed her and I some breakfast hehehe.
LOL sounds like we live in Alaska don’t
it hehehe.  It’s now 27 F degrees at 7:30 PM.
It dropped 3 degrees in 30 minutes LOL.
It shows on my weather program that it’s
supposed to start snowing early Monday
morning around 5 or 6 o’clock,  but we
shall see.  I might get out with the boys
and play with them while it’s snowing,
who knows hehehe.  I do love the snow.
I just don’t care for the slush that comes
afterwards when springtime begins its
season of melting.  Also I don’t care for
the snow much when it gets glazed over
and becomes merely ice that causes many
slips and falls.  My old body has been
fallen to the ground so many times that
it always aches due to broken bones and
bruises.  I have some cleats that attach
to the bottom of my shoes,  but I don’t
wear them always,  being the cleats can
really mess up a floor and car floorboard.
I’m a tough old bird and I’ll survive 🙂
of course with a lot of aches and pains.
So,  what else is going on around this
place?  Hmm,  well,  Judy finished with
the cookies and she’s in here browsing
the internet on her PC.  The boys are
over there pestering her for treats,  but
they have had their treats and they have
dried food in their dog food pans.  So,
if they are that hungry,  they can eat
healthy food.  Treats are not meant to
be eaten as their major diet,  plus they
cost quite a lot and we can’t afford to
give them treats every time they want
them.  There’s not much else to tell you.
The Pearce’s Place is pretty much on a
regular scheduled tour.  Last night we
watched Ghost Adventures and it was
a pretty good episode 🙂  Our home is
still filled with love.  Yes we have our
share of troubles,  but God is always
at work taking care of us.  He allows
what that’s necessary and then holds
His mighty hand up to halt any further.
So,  I reckon it’s time for me to begin
my little journey back through all that
I’ve written here to see if I can find me
a good word or phrase that I can use
for the title for today’s brand new poem.
With that said,  it’s away I go to that
place of my recollection that I always
like to call RECOLLECT VILLE 🙂
And so after looking back through all
of my rambling I think I may have
found a good title about a 3rd of the
way back through my writings.  So now
to see if I can do anything with it LOL.
Here goes nothing,  but I hope not 🙂

Fallen To The Ground

Timeless our struggles
may seem when they’re found
yet there are lessons
when fallen to the ground.
Seasons of follies
with moments mistakes
often bring lessons
from many heartaches.
Seeming as endless
a time frame might be
a seasons on threshold
that you need to see.
Falling to the ground
may be the only way
to show you the lessons
from day unto day.
Yet as a storm cloud
the rains will then cease
as fallen to the ground
gives moments of peace.

©By Bill Pearce
Mar 26,  2017

There ya go.  I hope the poem made some
sense to ya.  If not,  then,  maybe next week.
I can’t always write something that works 🙂
and there’s no way that I can please everyone
at the same time LOL.  It just cannot be done.
Nope and some people can never be pleased,
because they’re too freaking picky.  Oh well,
I do my best.  So hmm,  I wonder if I’ve got
anything else that I need to tell you other than
the norm hehehe?  Nope,  nothing I can think
of.  So I reckon it’s time for me to be telling
you what I tell you every week and that is,
I wrote some more poems and haiku.  Yep,
10 more poems with an added 6 due to ye
ole picture poems LOL.  Also I once again
wrote 22 haiku for all of the haiku lovers
out there.  Nope,  no Christmas poems this
week hehehe.  I hope you can find 1 or 2 of
either or both that you like.  Now with that
said it’s time for me to begin my search for
that horrible at hiding off switch,  but not
before I wish you a most joyous weekend
or whatever is left of it and truly blessings
filled week.  Remember,  Jesus loves you
and we do too.  Now,  where pray tell is
that dadgum off switch trying to hide this
week and I use the term hide very loosely 🙂
Hmm,  where is that silly thing hiding this
time?  Wow,  getting good 🙂  BUT,  hmm,
I don’t think my camera is supposed to be
rocking back and forth hehehe.  Here,  let
me see what it is.  Well,  hello there LOL.
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 books
Pearce’s Poetry Pictures
and Pearce’s Poetry Pictures 2
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 🙂

The Weather Clock

Noticed but slightly
a flower bestows
the time of the season
it blossoms and grows.
Tis but a weather clock
of timeless detail,
a momentous journey
the seasons entail.
Maybe just a glimmer
or maybe just a glance
this is the weather clock
that time does enhance.
When as the petals
are blown in the breeze,
this is the weather clock
that floats in life’s seas.
Taking but a moment
to be something more,
the flower falls asleep
just like times before.
This is the weather clock
that shows summers end
and finds in its journey
a flight in the wind.

©By Bill Pearce
Mar 21,  2017


Simple rhythms
slightest motions
can be viewed as
words of oceans.
With emotions
counted true,
motions come in
with a view.
So let motions
show your phase
so that ones know
how to gaze.

©By Bill Pearce
Mar 22,  2017

Hidden Lake

Sweet memories
of autumn days
found in photos
give a gaze.
Wondrous moments
seen so bright
mark the seasons
daily light.
The stage was set
a time to take
with autumn leaves
and hidden lake.
Minutes prospered
come in view
hidden lake
seen thereunto.
The autumn leaves
with colors bright
make the lake then
out of sight.

©By Bill Pearce
Mar 22,  2017

Lying In Snow

One winter’s evening
I found it just right
to lie down in snow then
that was oh so white.
It felt like a pillow,
it felt like a bed,
the cold snow of winter
where I laid my head.
The snow was melting
and soaking me through
while I was lying
enjoying the view.
While lying in the snow
I found I was froze
soon with my fingers
down to my toes.
Minutes passed quickly
in white snow of winter
while I just laid there
found front and center.
I laid there a while
as time took its toll
and my back was all wet
while lying in snow.

©By Bill Pearce
Mar 22,  2017

Peace From Within

As a journey inside
our mind can display
mountains and hills
in a wonderful way.
Lying in a hammock
swinging in the breeze
peace from within then
comes with much ease.
Humming a little tune
or just lying in rest
peace from within
can be the very best.
It can help you to find
a moments relief
with peace from within
of Heaven’s belief.
A journey through time
with hopes to ascend,
love from Lord God
gives peace from within.

©By Bill Pearce
Mar 22,  2017

A Distant View

So faraway
with hills so high
a scene is found
with cloudy sky.
A lake of life
displays a scene
a distant view,
a wondrous dream.
Beyond the trees
where we could see
a distant view
showed wondrously.
A stage was set
with scenery
a moments time
of life to see.
Like a painting
a poetic hue,
time’s displayed
a distant view.

©By Bill Pearce
Mar 22,  2017

Summer’s Memories

We strode along
the waves of life
hand in hand
I and my wife.
The day displayed
a family
a timeless scene
within the sea.
The oceans waves
would splash about
summer’s memories
without a doubt.
We then walked on
while looking true
at fun in the sun
hazy sky of blue.
Time was counted
within the breeze
the best of times
summer’s memories.

©By Bill Pearce
Mar 23,  2017

Winter Window

Scenes like glass
with whitish haze
pictured through
a days displays.
A winter window
opens wide
then allowing
looks inside.
Winters portrait
scenic glance
glazed as glass
a moments dance.
Snow is billowed
in the scene
a winter window
light agleam.
Mirrored images
far and wide
scenic gestures
time applied.
This is but a
certain view
winter window
that’s seen through.

©By Bill Pearce
Mar 23,  2017

Certain Peace

When you see
an unknown door
prepare yourself
to walk the floor.
Contrive a plan
to then begin
beyond the time
of now and then.
A certain peace
can truly breathe
if you firstly
then conceive.
A prayed prayer
before the view,
the steps in time
you daily do.
Seek the blessings
times release
a moments view
a certain peace.

©By Bill Pearce
Mar 23,  2017

Falling Into Poetry

Lost in a wording
a simple little phrase,
we’re often falling
in a poetic gaze.
Things that we’ve seen
and heard to fulfill,
found as a shadow
a momentous thrill.
Falling into poetry
as an unknown world,
rolling down a hill
with moments unfurled.
Time is a doorway
to poetic words,
flying through the sky
as a flock of wild birds.
Falling into poetry
brings forth a view,
painted with a thought
of old and anew.

©By Bill Pearce
Mar 23,  2017

Evening’s Sun

When day’s at end
and time is gone
evening’s sun
will carry on.
Through the light
it shines to say
time has brought
the end of day.
Many mornings
look the same
yet by east
with timeless fame.
Evening’s sun
is found to sing
songs of night
for time to bring.
It gives blessings
we can view
evening’s sun
from old to new.

©By Bill Pearce
Mar 23,  2017

On The Pier

The rocks of life
that come before
can be made
into our shore.
Then to fish
a day away
with Lord God
to kneel and pray.
With the waves
that come on in
on the pier
is free from sin.
For it’s safe
from Satan’s holds
with the love
that God unfolds.
Life is found
with fishing gear
sent from Heaven
on the pier.

©By Bill Pearce
Mar 24,  2017

The Polar Bear

Natures heat
is changing fast
with the help of
careless task.
Climate change
is now today
with melting ice
soon gone away.
The polar bear
is losing stride
with its home
to be denied.
With the weather
and atmosphere
the polar bear
will disappear.
Give a care
and lift a voice
to give its home
a better choice.
Don’t just act
all unaware,
for we might lose
the polar bear.

©By Bill Pearce
Mar 24,  2017

Traveled Roads

Like a story
roads unfold
within memoirs
young to old.
Traveled roads
of hours pass
sometimes slowly
sometimes fast.
Within road signs
holds a choice
a certain turn
a certain voice.
Distant hillsides
come in tune
as ones travels,
times cocoon.
Then the magic
comes alive
traveled roads
that many drive.

©By Bill Pearce
Mar 24,  2017

The Sky’s Alive

Clouds of day
and night appear
painting scenes
each time of year.
The sky’s alive
with many a thing
rain that falls
and birds that sing.
Amidst a moment
time is found
the sky above,
a shadowy ground.
Some birds in fight
might then display
a moments time
in skies of gray.
With their wings
up high and low
they create
a wondrous show.
The sky’s alive
with life to see
a moments time
that’s given free.

©By Bill Pearce
Mar 24,  2017

Snoopy’s Farm

This dog named Snoopy,
he lives on a farm
and sleeps every day
on his doghouse barn.
He sleeps in the sunshine
and then in the night
while his friend Woodstock
is always in sight.
Snoopy is a pilot,
his doghouse he flies
while on the farm
in imaginary skies.
His little friend Woodstock
will often be found
watching old snoopy
just fly all around.
It’s a fantastic tale
with a little red barn
found then with Woodstock
upon Snoopy’s farm.

©By Bill Pearce
Mar 24,  2017

for Mar 25,  2017

Life is a journey
filled with many illusions
that lead us astray.

Anger of moments
can become doorways to Hell
if they are held in.

New life awaits us
as the old falls to the side
leaving memories.

Beyond what we think
might be truth we don’t believe
which causes anger.

Springtime’s appearance
could be hidden in the snow
awaiting to bloom.

True enlightenment
often comes at the worse times
due to ignorance.

With you’re loss for words
allow your actions to speak,
but make sure they’re good.

Change can be awesome
if it’s a good direction,
but bad if it’s not.

So many regrets
come from acting hastily
as moments explode.

Nearing a turnstile
often creates the jitters,
fear of the unknown.

It takes some courage
to say what you really mean,
but prepare for life.

The leaves on the trees
often speak loudly of spring
and then more at fall.

Looming destruction
can become our only view
if we seek no peace.

Nearing a tunnel
you might only see the hole
and no end in sight.

Closing in on time
the ticking hands of the clock
might make you nervous.

A real large ego
can become as dynamite
to one day explode.

When looking backwards
you might not see what’s coming
and miss something good.

Now is just a place
that minutes are displaying
as fractions of time.

The past leaves shadows
that we’ll often see clearly,
but misunderstand.

Living in bubbles
and not allowing lessons
can be hindering.

Without a flower
we would be staring at stems
with but only thorns.

A castle in life
can’t be taken to Heaven,
for things blow away.

©By Bill Pearce
Mar 25,  2017

Our Newest books
Pearce’s Poetry Pictures
Pearce’s Poetry Pictures 2
and if you are not in the USA or would just rather buy
them at you can buy them both on my page
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 another week gone by and the month
of March has passed it’s center point as
the end is just a couple of weeks or twelve
days away.  Spring begins March 20 and
ends June 21 of course that’s the time in
the Northern Hemisphere.  I’m not sure
about the southern and of course with
tomorrow being the first day of spring,  it
will look as it always does up here at this
time of year.  Yep,  it’s still white with a
ton of snow.  Right now though it’s a bit
on the warm side.  The high for today is
40 F and that’s what the temperature is
right now at 5 PM.  I just went outside
to take a few pictures of the scenery and
happened to notice a lot of doggy trails
through the snow LOL.  They both love
to play in the snow.  I know a couple of
dogs that are gonna miss that white stuff.
Of course in time they’ll find fun in the
sun without the snow as usual.  We’ll go
back to making our many field trips out
in front of our house.  It’s hard to do now
with all of the snow.  Yep,  the life of a
wintertime world has its ups and downs.
We had a noreaster come through last
Tuesday,  but it wasn’t too bad.  We
only got maybe 12 or 13 inches of snow
from that,  but boy did that wind blow.
It blew all of the snow off of our house,
but piled a ton of it in front of our house.
LOL I had to get out with the shovel and
snow blower to make the boys a little
path so they could go potty hehehe.  The
poor things couldn’t get over the mound
of snow.  Wednesday I went out and dug
out our car.  Our driveway was already
plowed but it left our car sort of buried 🙂
Benny and Rocky came out with me and
they enjoyed playing in the snow and all.
I walked out to check the mail and they
stood and watched me hehehe.  They’re
not allowed to go out to the road with or
without me.  They know that,  but they
still watch and dream LOL.  We might
still get a little more snow before winter
finally loses its grasp hehehe.  My PC
weather program shows a chance for
snow this coming Friday and Saturday,
but that can all change as we all know 🙂
The weather for tomorrow and Tuesday
seems to be fairly nice with a high of
around 39 to 41,  but Wednesday’s high
is set at 18 F and Thursday 26 F,  so we
shall see.  We’ve still got freezing temps
at night all week.  Tonight’s low is 17
which is what it should be real early
Monday morning still considered as
tonight LOL.  Anyways,  spring is on
its way.  It just takes a little longer for
it to get a good grip up this ways than
it does down south LOL.  Judy’s done
a lot more painting.  She’s turning into
a great artist.  I am so proud of her 🙂
I use many of her paintings for poetry
pictures.  They inspire me.  I’ve already
written 104 picture poems for the new
book.  I’ve got about 50 to go before
we begin getting it published 🙂  LOL
yes I write a lot.  Writing is one of the
many things that helps keep me sane
along with photography and jamming
on my conga drums from time to time.
Of course,  Judy and the boys always
help me smile 🙂  OK,  maybe not always.
We all have our off days hehehe.  I’d
be lying if I said I was always happy 🙂
Life has its ups and downs which are
often connected by mere seconds LOL.
But time has a way of putting things in
the past.  It’s usually us that fail to let
things go that create problems from the
past.  Today is today and yesterday is
yesterday while tomorrow will always be
tomorrow.  When we begin dealing with
today as best that we can,  tomorrow and
the future will be OK.  When we allow
the mistakes of yesterday to become all
that is remembered,  then that becomes
our focus not allowing only the lessons
to exist.  Let the lessons evolve into your
life as you use them to make yourself
and the future much better.  Don’t just
thrive on others mistakes.  Learn to see
the lessons involved and learn from them
and let God help you with your choices.
Now I believe it’s time once again for me
to begin my journey back through all of
my ramblings 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 call RECOLLECT VILLE.
I think I found I decent title.  Now to see
if I can do anything with it.  Here goes.

Already written

A moment,  a minute,
a seasonal time
might have been written
to form a straight line.
The words of a story,
the scenes set in place
have been already written
yet different the case.
So many problems
and so many views
time has already written
in somebody’s news.
We’re all connected
in life as we grow
and what’s already written
might put on a show.
Seasons as pages
with stages to see
are already written
in our history.

©By Bill Pearce
Mar 19,  2017

So Ok,  that poem might seem to be a bit
confusing to you,  but there might be a few
that get it hehehe.  I hope you enjoyed my
rambling.  I seem to always find something
to ramble about don’t I LOL!  So what else
is there to tell you?  Well at the moment my
little Judy is doing a little cleaning on her
side of the room.  Throwing away stuff that
neither her nor I have a clue of what they
are of have used in a decade LOL.  I might
start on my side one day,  but not today 🙂
I cleaned it out a while back making room
for the dogs toy box on my side,  but that
is all I could find room for.  This room is
not all that big LOL.  Remember,  we live
in a single wide mobile home.  Anyways,
we’ll survive.  The temperature is dropping
and now it’s 37 F degrees at 7 PM.  Yes I
have been writing for 2 hours.  That and
answering Judy when she ask me for help
or letting the boys out and then back in
when they needed to go potty LOL So,
you see,  writing gets a tad hindered in
the process hehehe.  No matter,  I’m just
about done.  A little news,  My Uncle
Earl passed away yesterday.  Please keep
his sons and the family in your prayers.
With that said,  it’s time for me to be
telling you what I tell you almost every
week and that is I wrote some more
poems with an extra 6 and 3 of them
being Christmas poems 🙂  which ups
the total to 16.  I also once again wrote
22 haiku for all of the haiku lovers out
there.  I hope you can find 1 or 2 of
either or both that you like. I reckon
it’s time for me to begin my search for
that infamous off switch.  LOL,  but
before I go any further I’ve gotta ask
this question.  Why are there words
such as Infamous and Inflammable.
They mean almost the same thing as
famous and flammable don’t they LOL.
I know infamous means being famous
with a bad reputation,  but still hehehe.
Anyways,  I want to wish you all a most
wonderful week.  Remember Jesus loves
you and we do too.  Now,  where is that
off switch attemping to hide this week?
Hmm,  searching,  still searching and
still searching,  AHA,  I think I saw a
bit of movement from behind my lil
flashlight that’s sitting right in front
of me 🙂  Yep,  there ya are.  I might
not of seen you if you wouldn’t of
turned the flashlight on by mistake 🙂
Gotcha,  see ya CLICK zzzzzzzzzzzz.

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

P.S  A link to our brand new books
Pearce’s Poetry Pictures
and Pearce’s Poetry Pictures 2
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 🙂

Blustery Day

Winds that are blowing
display such a sight
a wonderful day to
go fly a kite.
A blustery day
of a seasons grand tour
with the winds blowing
a kites flight allure.
Yet as a picture
a painting of time
a blustery day
is a seasonal rhyme.
Poetic wording
of a blustery day
is a kite flyers journey
a wonderful way.

©By Bill Pearce
Mar 13,  2017

Daylight’s Desire

With a farm in the snow
and a chimney alive
snow’s on the ground
with a time to survive.
Just a like a story
a written prequel
and daylight’s desire
that our hands can feel.
The page from a book
is a seasons entire
filled with emotions
daylight’s desire.
With a farm in the snow
and sun shining bright
a daylight’s desire
is a seasons delight.

©By Bill Pearce
Mar 13,  2017

A Photograph

When time evades
and leaves you dry
a photograph
will get you by.
A timeless scene
of long ago
a photograph
can end your woe.
Let not the days
of shadows cast
to be of sadness
of the past.
A photograph
can make you smile
a time recorded
wondrous while.
So when moments
come to you
take a picture
later to view
Then when minutes
and hours pass
you can relive
a photograph.

©By Bill Pearce
Mar 13,  2017

Reliving Christmas

As time flies by
and moments pass
the times we recall
are gone so fast.
Scenes remembered
seasons displayed
reliving Christmas
is times lemonade.
Poured out like water
and filled full of cheer
Christmas remembered
is a great time of year.
A home with blessings
and snow all around
reliving Christmas
is magic unwound.
A red barn of winter
displayed in the scene
with a home settings
found so serene.
Reliving Christmas
is a wonderful sight
driving down the road
in winters of white.

©By Bill Pearce
Mar 13,  2017

Driving Through Time

A day within sunshine,
a day that fulfills
is a day worth driving
with autumns appeals.
Seasons of back roads,
finding the course
can become journeys
of a magical force.
Driving through time
is a wonderful thing,
lining up doorways
for bluebirds to sing.
Trees come with colors
to heighten the glance
driving through time
as life’s song and dance.
Open up your eyes now
and find what’s to see
driving through time
with God as the key.

©By Bill Pearce
Mar 14,  2017

Joyful Is Life

While minutes are counted
and ones wish away
a day comes with blessings
when we kneel and pray.
Even those that pray not
will find blessings true
found within their journeys
that God gives to view.
Christmastimes scenery
brings forth displays,
joyful the time frames
wonderful ways.
Yes so joyful is life
when it’s painted by God
and seasoned with angels
that seek no applaud.
As Heaven in the field
of a snowy afternoon
so joyful is life
when time comes attune.
Christmas with moments
that many remember
as heartbeats rekindled
with God’s burning ember.
Peaceful with hillsides
all covered with snow,
time is a doorway
a Christmastime show
A stage set with snowflakes
to lessen ones strife
this momentous journey
shows joyful is life.

©By Bill Pearce
Mar 14,  2017

A Little Rhythm

With time but seen
as minutes waves
a little rhythm
makes the days.
A time remembered
brings a smile
a little rhythm
times compile.
Life on an island
gives me peace,
a little rhythm,
a moments release.
I find a photo
that brings into view
a little rhythm
of then thereunto.
It is a blessing
a wonderful scene
a little rhythm
found so serene.

©By Bill Pearce
Mar 15,  2017

A Rose

Looks of passion
of moments apart
a life alone
is a beating heart.
Just like a rose,
a stem so complete
passionate fervor
is often discrete.
Yet as a rosebud
a blooming flower
time is momentous
true loves empower.
A scene that is found
that comes into view
can become a rose
a wonderful hue.
Displaying colors
that God did compose
this is the essence
so timeless a rose.

©By Bill Pearce
Mar 15,  2017

Sunset Evening

Parked one evening
the sun set real low
found then displaying
some moments to grow.
The scene comes alive
as the sunshine fades
with sunset evening
the end of the days.
Still brightly shining,
but fading real fast
the sun is presenting
a shadowy cast.
The hands of the clock
tick on forevermore
as sunset evening
walks through the door.
The picture’s momentous
as life comes to be
a sunset evening
somewhere by the sea.

©By Bill Pearce
Mar 15,  2017

Lavender Fields

Fields of color
on a summers day
are as a painting
an awesome display.
A trail to a barn
is seen in design
lavender fields
of a wonderful find.
Time comes alive
as scenes of life
displaying beauty
to ease the strife.
Lavender fields
of yesterdays
bring forth journeys
to end the grays.

©By Bill Pearce
Mar 16,  2017

Village Church

Painted emotions
with wintertime’s glow
enhances stories
of so long ago.
A little village Church
in a painted array
stood with a steeple
near a barn full of hay.
Footprints imagined
of a painters design
a Christmassy scene
with starlight to shine.
The big round moon
is painted so high,
a Christmastime scene
in the wintertime sky.
Moments recorded
as the seasons aglow
with a village church
in wintertime’s snow.

©By Bill Pearce
Mar 16,  2017

I Dream Of Springtime

My heart envisions
the flowers that bloom
sometimes by March
then April to June.
I dream of springtime
as tree leaves bestow
seasonal journeys
with blessings to grow.
On throughout winter
the snowflakes will fall
giving their beauty
with spring yet to call.
Then as the snow melts
it leaves in its wake
springtime’s revival
that we can partake.
I dream of springtime
as colors unite
displaying beauty
a Heavenly sight.

©By Bill Pearce
Mar 16,  2017

Life At A Glance

The sound of the wind
as a breeze speaks its mind
is a special conversation
that a lifetime will find.
Peaceful recognition
as a journey is inlaid
is a stage with the actors
as a day on parade.
With life  at a glance
a mere moment flies by
leaving but a segment
that’s seen beneath ths sky.
Maybe a bird calling
with a little bit of rhyme
on a lake on a journey
with true love on its mind.
Yes life at a glance
might not catch your view
as minutes tick away
till they bid their adieu.

©By Bill Pearce
Mar 17,  2017

A Sweet Scenic Sunrise

An ocean of beauty
with a taste of style
displays the wonders
that time does compile.
A sweet scenic sunrise
with beauty displayed
shows all of God’s work
so wonderfully made.
A man fishing silently
right there in the waves
as a seagull flies by
just enjoying the days.
A sweet scenic sunrise
is found in the view,
a time so complete
yet each day’s anew.
As a page from a book
with some cloudy skies,
it’s a painting by God
a sweet scenic sunrise.

©By Bill Pearce
Mar 17,  2017

Moonlight Bench

A minute passes
with a bench all alone
sat in the moonlight
black and white tone.
This is but a scene
that becomes as a tale,
a story ones read
when life’s not so well.
A moonlight bench
with a river flowing
seen as pure white
with moonlight bestowing.
The time comes to be
as a momentous glance
of a moonlight scene
that’s filled with romance.
It comes alive at night
with a song singing finch
and the sounds of water
this moonlight bench.

©By Bill Pearce
Mar 18,  2017

A Day At The Beach

A kite flying high
as the waves roll in
is time on a journey
beginning to end.
A day at the beach
with puppy dogs too
displays a scene
a wonderful view.
There’s a sandcastle
that soon will disband
a day at the beach
in summertime sand.
This is a painting
a memory of time
a day at the beach
so scenic divine.
Minutes are passing
that many beseech
this is a blessing
a day at the beach.

©By Bill Pearce
Mar 18,  2017

for Mar 18,  2017

A misty morning
might seem as really gloomy,
but life is within.

Summertime daisies
are as flowers illusions
that are merely weeds.

A shadow of time
can sometimes become fearful,
but turn into good.

Living on the edge
allows problems to prosper
that could mean your end.

As minutes tick on,
a life is in the ballast
that you may not know.

Various doorways
bring many hidden journeys
into your pathway.

Life of a feather
is often up in the sky
as a bird travels.

Tomorrows worries
are often begun too soon,
and today is lost.

Beyond our heartbeat
holds an enormous moment
that God has promised.

Within a window
there is glass allowing sight,
but nothing to touch.

A year and a day
can become one of the same
when now is detained.

In the oceans depth
there’s a world we don’t know,
yet we search above.

Challenge gives us growth,
for without any challenge
we stand stagnant.

A budding flower
becomes a blossom of life
that will soon be seed.

Mornings vantage point
might be a little cloudy,
but sunshine is there.

With the moon shining
and stars twinkling above,
a passion will grow.

History repeats
when the lessons are not learned
and it might be worse.

Various motions
become who we are known as
when ones do not know.

Flavors of sunshine
come as billows of mornings
as a day begins.

Lakes of confusion
become turbulent waters
with stupidity.

Mindless emotions
often lead to destruction
for they’re without facts.

A sheltered lifestyle
can prevent ones from growing
and being prepared.

©By Bill Pearce
Mar 18,  2017

Our Newest books
Pearce’s Poetry Pictures
Pearce’s Poetry Pictures 2
and if you are not in the USA or would just rather buy
them at you can buy them both on my page
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

This passed week has been fairly decent
aside from being a slight cold.  The high
for Saturday was -3 F degrees LOL. Not
too bad.  It snowed a little off and on
last week.  Judy and I went to the dollar
Tree last Monday and browsed for her
some craft stuff.  We like to shop at the
Dollar Tree store.  They usually have a
lot of good stuff that we can afford LOL.
The weather has been on a wintery scale.
Last Tuesday I let the boys out and they
wanted to go running in the field of snow
and so they headed out.  Of course they
wanted me to come with them,  but my
weight presented a problem LOL.  The
top layer of the snow was frozen solid,
and the boys could run right over it,  but
with my 225,  it began cracking.  I went
out as far as I could before the ice broke
and I fell through where there was a fresh
layer of snow on top that had insulated it.
The snow was about 2 or 3 foot deep LOL.
I had to crawl out of it to where the top
layer was still frozen solid and then walk
real softly back to the house.  Hehehe,
Rocky came running to me when I broke
through.  Benny just sort of watched me
from a distance 🙂  Anyways,  I said,  time
to go home and they both headed back to
the house stopping ever so often to look
back and see if I was coming.  I couldn’t
walk fast being I had to be easy not to
break the top layer of ice.  LOL When
I was walking out to them,  I heard a
loud BOOM where the ice underneath
complained about my weight hehehehe.
Anyways,  we made it back to the house
with me only busting through the ice
a couple of times before getting on solid
ground hehehe.  Yep,  life with these
boys is never boring.  They tried to go
out in the field again Thursday,  but I
hollered,  NO and they turned around
to see me.  I hollered a couple of more
times and they came running back home.
I knew I couldn’t go out there with them
then after it had snowed a bit.  There
was a fresh layer of snow over the once
frozen snow and I would of surely fell
through LOL.  Yeppers,  I had walked
out to the mail and when walking back,
they thought I was going to walk out in
the field,  but no way Jose.  So that was
pretty much for us.  Judy drove up to
Eagle Lake to check on her mom that
day and I saw on my computer weather
radar that she was driving right into some
snow squalls and was going to have to
drive through them on the way back home.
I was really worried about her,  but she
made it there and back safely.  She said
there was times that she only drove about
20 MPH being it was too bad to drive any
faster.  We’re expecting a Nor’easter to
hit us Tuesday afternoon and it looks as
though it’ll last until Thursday around
noon.  A Nor’easter in our case is a bad
snowstorm.  So it looks like we’re gonna
get some more snow.  It could change,
but at this moment it looks as though it
is headed our way.  Right now it’s 16 F
degrees at 6 PM.  I guess being that’s as
warm as it got today,  that was the high.
Our grandson Christian came Friday
to spend the weekend with us.  We all
headed to Walmart shortly after he got
here to try and find him a cord for his
tablet,  but we couldn’t find one.  He
forgot to bring his charging cord with
him when he came.  Anyways,  I went to and found him one and
ordered it so it will be here the next time
he comes and forgets his cord hehehe.
Judy is over at her desk painting and
Christian is right behind me on his cell
phone watching gaming videos.  His
mom should be here any minute now
to pick him up.  We always enjoy him
coming to spend time with us.  These
days will surely be missed when he gets
to the age that he no longer wants to
spend time with Grandma and Gramps.
He’s gone now and Judy has gone back
to painting.  Christian is pretty good at
drawing.  He drew a couple of pictures.
Judy gave him some colored pencils
and some paper to take home with him
and do some more drawing.  I’m still
better at doing picture poems.  Using
our pictures and Judy’s paintings for
poems.  It seems to be one of my knack’s.
Anyways,  on with the day.  Right now
at 6:50 PM it’s 14 F degrees.  Yep,  it’s
getting colder.  So,  as far as yesterday
(Saturday) is concerned,  we spent a
lot of the day watching silly Youtube
videos and Christian tried his hand
at artwork.  We also watched a few
game shows together.  I hope he comes
back soon.  We can see God’s blessings
all throughout our lives.  He has surely
blessed our home.  🙂  It may be cold up
here,  but the warmth of Jesus is great.
LOL the warmth of this hot chocolate
that I fixed me a little bit ago is also
pretty nice 🙂  Anyways,  that’s about
all I have for now.  I guess it’s 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 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 me a fairly
decent title less than a third of the
way from the beginning of all of my
rambling hehehe.  Now to see if I can
do anything with it.  Here goes.

Headed Back

Time will echo
there and to
things we find
our daily view.
Some might even
find their place
headed back
a journey’s race.
Allowing times
of long ago
to be repeated
might not flow.
For we’ve changed,
within the view,
even though
we think not true.
Sometimes moments
railroad track
is not so good
when headed back.

©By Bill Pearce
Mar 12,  2017

There ya go.  I hope you liked the poem
and maybe even understood it hehehehe.
Also I hope you enjoyed my rambling 🙂
Hopefully I didn’t bore ya to tears and
I brought you a smile.  There’s not much
else to tell you.  Life here at the Pearce’s
Place is most times fairly peaceful.  Judy
with her painting and drawing and me
with my poetry.  Of course Benny and
Rocky create a little excitement from
time to time hehehe.  So,  it looks like
it’s time for me to be telling you what
I tell you almost every week and that is,
I wrote some more poetry and haiku.
Yeppers,  10 more poems,  but with a
few extras.  Yep,  3 extras which ups
the count to 13 with 1 of them being
a Christmas poem LOL.  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 not
so great at hiding off switch,  but not
before I wish you a most wonderful
blessings filled week.  Hopefully you
remembered daylight savings time
and moved your clock up an hour if
of course where you are you do that.
Remember,  Jesus loves you and we
do too.  Now,  where is that dadgum
off switch hiding this time?  LOL 🙂
you have to be kidding me hehehehe.
Hiding behind my cup of hot cocoa.
Gotcha,  see ya CLICK zzzzzzzzzzzzz.

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

P.S  A link to our brand new books
Pearce’s Poetry Pictures
and Pearce’s Poetry Pictures 2
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 🙂

Lighthouse Of Sea

Stories of an ocean
symbolic of the sea
are often the pictures
of our history.
A lighthouse picture
in a photo frame
painted with passion
for times to attain.
A heartfelt moment
a scene that’s contrived
is painted with love
as each wave arrived.
Artwork of memories
becomes such a phase
with a lighthouse of sea
of so distant days.
Moonlight shimmering
in a awesome degree
gives forth a painting
lighthouse of sea.

©By Bill Pearce
Mar 7,  2017

A Snow Filled Hill

A boy and sled
on a snow filled hill
await to slide down
with dreams to fulfill.
Two dogs upon it
the sled full of hope
seek to begin their
slide down the slope.
The little boy sees
the time to begin
for him to jump on
and slide with them.
A snow filled hill
to a wintery dream
with the dogs and him
and hearts all agleam.
The time is arrived
for them to fulfill
their snowy ride down
a snow filled hill.

©By Bill Pearce
Mar 7,  2017

Christmas Memoir

Wintertime’s drive
down a old snowy road
displays all the scenes
that Christmas bestowed.
A house in the snow
with seasons of white
a Christmas memoir
of a magical sight.
Remembering songs
that Christmas entails
with rekindled love
of snowflakes set sail.
A picture I’ve taken
becomes great to see
a Christmas memoir
so happy and free.
With a photo taken
one day from our car
I can now recall
a Christmas memoir.

©By Bill Pearce
Mar 7,  2017

Frozen River

One day a journey
through the snow
I came upon
a river flow.
Ice was melting
I could see
this frozen river
The winters grip
was losing hold
this frozen river
oh so cold.
Seasons threshold
showed its face
in the rivers
time and place.
Frozen river
time to time
found its form
in winters sign.
Though the ice
was melting fast
frozen river
days would last.
With a moments
ice display
frozen river’s
on its way.
A winter voyage
to seasons sight
frozen river
winter white.

©By Bill Pearce
Mar 7,  2017

Snoopy’s Kite

One day with a breeze
and beagle in sight
this dog named Snoopy
was flying his kite.
He laid down to rest
with his kite flying true
as he dreamed of the sky
a deep shade of blue.
He held to the string
with a tight pawed grip
made sure while sleeping
his grip wouldn’t slip.
He looked up to see
this momentous flight
that was held by a string
onto Snoopy’s kite.

©By Bill Pearce
Mar 8,  2017

Winter’s Bridge

A snow filled ground
and scenic ridge
is found displayed
with winter’s bridge.
The river flowing
is frozen in time
creating a picture
of a bridge so divine.
The bridge gives way
for many to cross
and look down below
at the ice frozen gloss.
Reflecting the clouds
as the ice displays
with winter’s bridge
of day after day.
The weather procures
its dynamic sight
with winter’s bridge
of day and night.
The scene comes alive
as a passionate view
with winter’s bridge
of old and anew.

©By Bill Pearce
Mar 8,  2017

Water Flowing

Winters cascade
water flowing
springs to call.
Seasons journey
comes to view
water flowing
fresh and new.
Ice is melting
winters ways.
Spring is coming
with its phase.
Moments display
counted scenes
water flowing
just like dreams.
Like a story
times unfold
water flowing
like the old.
Winters pathway
time’s bestowing
comes with ice melt
water flowing.

©By Bill Pearce
Mar 8,  2017

Evening Glow

With but a second
an hour of day
the evening glow
begins its display.
Then as the minutes
gather in time
the evening glow
finds its design.
Seeming as painted
in the evening sky
the glow represents
how moments fly by.
The moon soon is seen
as an evening parade
along with the stars
of a timeless cascade.
With but a second
the moments bestow
the lesser of light
in the evening glow.

©By Bill Pearce
Mar 8,  2017

An Ocean Dream

When waters speak
about their time
they might sound
like rhythm rhyme.
An ocean dream
with a little boat
rocks in waves
to churn and float.
Without a captain
at its helm
it sits and waits
within the realm.
The waters taunt
and tease about
an ocean dream
without a doubt.
But the boat
still looks ahead
through the scene
a moments thread.
Between the hills
it sees the gate
an ocean dream
that it can’t wait.

©By Bill Pearce
Mar 8,  2017

Tides Of Thought

Lessons favor
mornings waves
seen within the
summer days.
The tide comes in
with many things
and then goes out,
the ocean sings.
Tides of thought
are night and day
times they come
and go away.
Waves will speak
an oceans mind,
tides of thought
their own design.
The wind will blow
in many ways
that often sounds
just like the waves.
An oceans life
cannot be bought,
the life and times
tides of thought.

©By Bill Pearce
Mar 8,  2017

Morning Sun

Beyond the ocean
time begins
the morning sun
and summer winds.
The day unleashes
things to see
a morning sun
so wondrously.
With the minutes
time is found
morning sun shown
on the ground.
For with sunshine
comes a view
Heaven’s blessings
sea of blue.
Seasons gather
finding frame
as morning sun
finds more to gain.
Life is growing
in the scene
morning sun then
like a dream.

©By Bill Pearce
Mar 9,  2017

Losing The Day

As our lives finds growth
it also then dies
with all of the gadgets
that science applies.
So many lose grasp
of our own humanity
as the daily net portal
envelops you and me.
So many cell zombies
just walking around
finding themselves
without common ground.
The minutes tick onwards
as they meet their demise
as technology leaves us
found in disguise.
Not knowing our truth
and our God given way
ones walk with their cells
while losing the day.

©By Bill Pearce
Mar 9,  2017

A Day’s Display

With grasses of green
and a sky of blue
a day’s display
is a magical hue.
Some clouds float by
and create a scene
in the true blue sky
and grasses of green.
Each minute passes
with life to attain
some within sunshine,
some within rain.
A day’s display
is an ocean of time
found within beauty
and love so divine.
Yet many people
lose sight of it all
and a day’s display
they find they appall.
So don’t let your life
to just fade away
and miss everything
a day’s display.

©By Bill Pearce
May 9,  2017

for Mar 9,  2017

Between the pages
holds stories that ones don’t read
because of hurry.

Life is a flower
that often loses focus
due to no water.

Without our problems
we would not have any growth,
for problems are seeds.

Shadows of our lives
are found within the structure
of our family.

Allowing storm clouds
to find refuge in your life
will cause you much rain.

Beneath the ocean
holds a world we’ll never know
unless we dive down.

Space is a venture
that many seek ones like us
and not of other.

As heartbeats unite
they have a chance for growing,
yet some fall apart.

A house full of lies
will only flourish despair
as truth is exposed.

Life without passion
finds only the minimum
of what life can be.

A summer shower
is more than just of water,
for it gives us life.

Belief without sight
needs you to not be with doubt
but open minded.

Life is a journey
that many will lose their way
through times illusions.

Without a window
we might just sit and just dream
of what we can see.

So many people
become doormats to others
because of their fear.

Glancing at someone
you might not see who they are,
but have assumptions.

A leaf that’s blowing
could end up on a journey
that leads to nowhere.

Challenges of life
are the tools to help us grow
and not grow stagnant.

Displayed in moment
our lives might seem without hope,
but prayer can help.

Counting the minutes
will only make them longer
while you are waiting.

Long awaited dreams
can change as you grow older
and become nightmares.

Many perceptions
can turn into confusion
as fact’s fall away.

©By Bill Pearce
Mar 9,  2017

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Hello my friends

So it seems that February is over with
and now March is upon us.  Yeppers
and ye ole winter winds are still doing
their thing.  Yesterday evening when we
got back home from grocery shopping
we found that our hot water had froze.
I called our landlord and he came today
and got it thawed.  It was a bit too cold
for him to get out to fix it last night 🙂
The wind chill was -18 F degrees and
the wind was blowing profusely.  We
didn’t expect him to get out in that.
He’s an old guy like us LOL.  It’s all
good now.  Though Rocky had a bit
of a poopy butt and the water was too
cold for me to wash it last night hehehe.
So I took care of that when Calvin got
the hot water thawed out.  I trimmed
Rocky a little more while I had him in
the bathtub and then did my regular.
I washed out the tub real good.  I gave
both Benny and Rocky haircuts Friday
while Judy road down to Bangor with
her sister Barbara.  They went to visit
their brother Ricky and Barbara had
a doctors appointment down there too.
Anyways,  I got the boys trimmed up
fairly well.  I’ll need Judy to help me
hold them so I can do final cuts or she
can cut and I’ll hold them hehehe.  It
don’t matter to me.  Friday I cut off
over 2 Walmart bags of hair.  If I had
the power of life I could of created two
more dogs out of all that hair hehehe.
But,  I am not God,  so therefore the
hair just went in the trash 🙂  Right
now it’s 17 F degrees at 6 PM.  Just a
bit chilly LOL.  Oh yea,  Friday after
I cut the boys hair,  I went outside
with them for a little romp time and
they decided that they wanted to go
for a field trip,  so I walked as lightly
as I could over the frozen two or more
feet deep of snow.  Just a few steps out
I heard the loudest BOOM as the ice
began to crack.  I hollered at the boys
to come back,  but they just stopped
to see what the noise was about.  So,
I kept walking and caught up to them,
but by that time I was near the trashed
mobile homes and the snow was fresh
which meant the snow beneath it was
insulated and was not frozen so well.
Yep,  you guessed,  I fell through and
had to crawl out where I could find
the frozen snow again.  Needless to
say,  that pretty much did me in and
Rocky knew it as he came running to
my aid.  LOL Benny just watched me
in wonder.  Anyways,  I said that’s it,
time to head to the house and they
were off in a mad dash.  I took a little
video of them running side by side
heading back to the house stopping
ever so often to wait on me.  Then
Rocky ran inside the front extension
to our house,  but Benny climbed up
on a snow mound to keep watch over
me till I got home and then he went
with me and we all went back inside
out of the cold.   Right now,  Judy
is over at her daughter’s house for
their new paint night.  It’s the first
one.  They meet over at Judy’s sister
Trudy’s house once a month for craft
night.  We went shopping yesterday,
but stopped off at the Dollar Tree for
a little craft shopping and what not,
then we headed to Walmart for food.
Yes I’m a guy and yes I like to shop 🙂
and yes I am straight LOL.  I’m not
your everyday guy I guess.  I don’t
like or watch sports either.  Judy is
the same.  It may seem weird,  but
we enjoy pretty much the same things
favorite TV,  poetry,  photography
and I use many of her paintings for
picture poems 🙂  I’ve already got 76
picture poems written for the new
book.  I’m halfway there LOL.  It
does keep my mind busy.  I enjoy
writing picture poems/poetry pictures
and they do keep me busy hehehehe.
For that matter,  so do these boys 🙂
They had to go out a minute ago and
Rocky was just barking saying they
were ready to come back in,  so now
they’re both in here warming up by
the radiator heater.  Rocky’s right
beside me lying in his doggy bed and
looking up at me with his little toothy
grin LOL.  Benny is on the other side
of him.  Our little home is always with
something stirring about 🙂  Did I tell
you that it snowed again Thursday 🙂
Not a lot,  but enough that the boys
wanted to go out and play in it LOL.
Oh yea again,  Last Monday Judy
and I did pictures of us holding our
books.  So we’ve both got pictures
us holding them and of us together.
I thank God for bringing Judy into
my life.  We have a few problems as
that’s life,  but we work through them
together.  There’s no marriage that is
without its struggles,  for nobody is
perfect.  Make a point of not going
to bed with anger  for it will only
grow and cause you a restless night.
Now I believe it’s time for me to be
looking back over all that I have
written here to see if I can find me a
decent word or phrase that I can use
for the title for today’s brand new
poem.  So it’s away I go,  to that little
place of my recollection that I always
like to call RECOLLECT VILLE.
I believe I may have found a decent
title about a third of the way back
through my rambling :).   Now let’s
see if I can do anything with it.  Here
goes nothing hehehe.


Times a moment
shadows cast,
everyday is
with a past.
Scenes recorded
in our minds
become memoirs
distant times.
Everyday is
not the same
even if it
is your aim.
Distant scenes
of times accord
never fail
to find The Lord.
He is always
watching you
wanting your life
fresh and new.
So with troubles
kneel and pray
give them to Him

©By Bill Pearce
Mar 5,  2017

I hope you enjoyed the poem and it
maybe even made sense to you LOL.
I never know if anything I’m writing
makes any sense to anyone but me.
I also hope you enjoyed my rambling.
I do tend to drift from topic to topic
don’t I hehehe.  I can’t help it,  that’s
how I remember stuff LOL.  Surely
you don’t expect me to go back and
rewrite this every time I remember
something Hahaha.  If I were getting
paid for it maybe,  but I’m not LOL.
I guess though 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 an extra 10 due to
my many picture poems this week 🙂
I also wrote 22 more haiku for all of
the haiku lovers out there. I haven’t
written any Christmas poems lately,
so who knows,  I might write a few
next week :),  but don’t hold your
breath hehehe.  Ok now I guess it’s
time for me to begin my search for
that hardly elusive off switch,  but
not before I wish you blessings filled
week.  Remember Jesus loves you
and we do too.  Now,  where is that
off switch hiding this week?  Hmm,
I think I spy with my 1 good eye
a bit of movement from behind my
aspirin bottle.  Sheesh,  you’d think
you would learn that the bottle is
CLEAR and I can see you hehehe.
Gotcha,  see ya CLICK zzzzzzzzzz.

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

P.S  A link to our brand new books
Pearce’s Poetry Pictures
and Pearce’s Poetry Pictures 2
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+10 and 22 hehehehehehehehehehe 🙂

Painted Church

In colors found
of timeless gaze
a painted church
displays the days.
It’s as a portrait
wood beheld
a moments scene
for time to tell.
A painted church
of blue and white
with black trim
an awesome sight.
The painters eyes
began the chime
the churches bell
unique design.
Within the scene
a cross is found
for God and love
His common ground.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 27,  2017

Baby Giraffe

Within the wild
there stands so tall
a baby giraffe
that ones see small.
It holds its head up
real high to see
the sights around
the tallest tree.
It’s a tall baby
to surely grow
and one day see
what times bestow.
Each day he dreams
of skies of blue
with a neck so long
to see the view.
His heart is filled
with hope and dreams
as he walks up
to rushing streams.
The life and times
of a baby giraffe
are found with joy
as years will pass.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 27,  2017

Winter’s Bench

The season’s closing
leaving signs
snow filled moments
winter times.
A winter bench
is sat in snow
while the season’s
good to go.
Left are portions
winter white
found as stages
scenes in sight.
As an actor
snow is seen
with a bench then
so serene.
Snow has melted
inch by inch
leaving signs of
winter’s bench.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 27,  2017

A Lonely Owl

One peaceful night
an owl would sing
a song so lonely
near a stream.
Upon a limb
beneath the moon
a lonely owl
would sing its tune.
The sounds of love
with every who
a lonely owl
seeks thereunto.
In the moonlight
this great fowl
seeks a mate
a lonely owl.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 27,  2017

A Certain View

When days get bad
and time stands still
a certain view
might spin the wheel.
Opening pathways
to brand new days
bringing in sunshine
of which to gaze.
A certain view
of seasons delight
can open the door
to a much better sight.
For with the pages
of pictures and more
a certain view
can open a door.
Bringing in lifestyles
so fresh and anew
time can become then
a certain view.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 28,  2017

The Old Fisherman

This man he stands
in summers sun
while fishing wishing
more than none.
His pole is ready,
his line is taunt
anticipating waiting
a fisherman’s jaunt.
Waves are thrashing
singing a song
as the old fisherman
just sings along.
He sings of journeys,
he sings of the day.
He sings of pleasure
a wonderful way.
He sees the blessings,
he sees the bliss,
the old fisherman
cannot resist.
Time is his favor
he patiently waits
the old fisherman,
hook that he baits.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 28,  2017

Work Together

When troubles come
with waves of time
work together
for peace of mind.
Don’t let the waves
of time destroy
your floating essence,
seek for joy.
Find the blessings
times can attain
by working together
and find the gain.
With two together
the journey will be
stronger in essence
in life’s shining sea.
Find the moments
that two can improve
and give you hope
to win not lose.
When seas of struggles
come into view
work together
through seas of blue.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 28,  2017

Swings In The Snow

With trees standing near
there’s swings in the snow
standing projecting
a swing to and fro.
As a doorway of winter
the swings sort of sway,
swinging in the breeze
in their own little way.
Swings in the snow
become a memory,
as patterns in the wind,
a blessing given free.
Seasons recreation
with a snowy attitude,
swings in the snow
that children have pursued.
Winter is enlightening
as it paints within its flow
seasons on a journey
with swings in the snow.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 28,  2017

Field Of Snow

A heart of grandeur
views a scene
a field of snow
so white and clean.
Some cattle grazing
makes the scene
a wondrous view.
There’s a valley
with rolling hills
a field of snow
that time fulfills.
A pleasurable sight
of times display
brings into view
God’s wondrous way.
His mighty hands
created this sight
a field of snow
seen day and night.
Viewed in the day
the sun bestows
and even at night
the moonlight glows.
A painted picture
from God above
a field of snow
His whitest dove.
Within a memoir
His hands bestow
from Heaven above
a field of snow.

©By Bill Pearce
Mar 1,  2017

Two Love Birds

Life in a picture
a painting of time
is of two love birds
an awesome design.
A moment unending
a moment so true
finds birds united
a wonderful view.
Seeming as people
two love birds display
passion for minutes
that gather the day.
Painted as notions
of true love to find
finds two love birds
a scene intertwined.
Seasons of true love
become song and dance
two love birds singing
of moments romance.

©By Bill Pearce
Mar 1,  2017

Within A Mountain

Scenes of beauty
fill ones eyes
as mountains reach
to highest skies.
A story book
becomes alive
within a mountain
times survive.
Written in rock
and stone thereof
a mountain holds
life like a glove.
A scenic point
from distant times
within a mountain
are designs.
Seasons splendor
is displayed
within a mountain
times have made.

©By Bill Pearce
Mar 1,  2017

The Sun In The Sky

An ocean settings
waves rolling in
becomes a scenic
time to begin.
The sun in the sky
shines so very bright
it makes the clouds
as a magical sight.
Painting a picture
with its bright charm
the sun in the sky
is so very warm.
Its rays are as time
with waves to foresee
the passionate stage
that’s given so free.
The voyage of a ship
on a summery phase
displays the scene
with ocean and waves.
With but a moment
the clouds fly by
creating a picture
the sun in the sky.

©By Bill Pearce
Mar 1,  2017

Waves Of Summer

Beyond our shadows
time is found
waves of summer
sight and sound.
The scenes recorded
picture frames
minutes moments
times champagne.
Watching people
daily true
waves of summer
seas of blue.
A man and dog
that found the joy
a summers day
with dog and toy.
Waves of summer
times embrace
footprints found
with smiling face.
Times remembered
shadows gaze
waves of summer
wondrous days.

©By Bill Pearce
Mar 2,  2017

Fishing Dream

Time’s in sequence
a painted array
a little guy fishing
enjoying the day.
His boat is rocking
as ripples of time
a fishing dream
is found so sublime.
The sun is bright
with its reflection
bringing to life
a solar perfection.
A momentous scene,
a sight for sore eyes,
a fishing dream
beneath the skies.
Seconds and minutes
pass by with peace
making this moment
sweet Heavens release.

©By Bill Pearce
Mar 2,  2017

Moonlight Bears

A time in a scene
when dreams come true
becomes such a time
when life is anew.
Moonlight shining
a yellow phase
as bears together
stand and gaze.
A time in a scene
when minutes tick on
leaving the moment
a time before dawn.
Moonlight bears
they stand together
to see the dreams
of life forever.
A time in a scene
when peace comes alive
with moonlight bears
that time does revive.

©By Bill Pearce
Mar 2,  2017

A Steady Heart

Hope filled dreams
with signs of truth
are many stages
of our youth.
A point and time
when life is gray
a steady heart
takes it away.
Sealed with love
of times recalled
we all might find
those times enthralled.
A distant page
of timeless scenes
a steady heart
rekindles dreams.
As time moves on
with works of art
our lives will find
a steady heart.

©By Bill Pearce
Mar 2,  2017

A Path Of White

Beyond the day
there is a trail
a path of white
that times entail.
With guiding lights
and handrails too
to guide someone
that’s walking through.
A path of white
is given free
to cross it truly
without fee.
It holds a moment
there entwined
that soon becomes
a special time.
A scene recorded
such a sight
that’s found to be
a path of white.

©By Bill Pearce
Mar 3,  2017

A Clouded Mind

Past to present
now and then
time is found
beginning again.
God sends angels
to be our guides
on the days of
cloudy skies.
We might worry
about someone
a moment then
a time that’s done,
but God is always
with a way
to give you peace
when life’s astray.
For when struggles
fill your heart
God and prayer
gives place to start.
Let His blessings
be entwined
when you’ve got
a clouded mind.

©By Bill Pearce
Mar 3,  2017

Smoke That Drifts

A day and time
with winter’s white
finds a fireplace
there in sight.
The time and place
where winter shines
smoke is drifting
in my mind.
As an echo
of yesterday
the smoke drifts
with color gray.
While I walked
I looked right back
watching billows
from the stack.
It gave me
a certain gift
peaceful seen
the smoke that drifts.

©By Bill Pearce
Mar 3,  2017

Within A Child

The hopes and dreams
of a little girl
become the joy
within the world.
Within a child
holds many things
somes puppy dogs
and wondrous scenes.
The smallest sight
becomes so great
within a child
of time and date.
A story starts
with seasons stage
within a child
of age to age.
The minutes pass
as time’s compiled
the hopes and dreams
within a child.

©By Bill Pearce
Mar 3,  2017

for Mar 4,  2017

Before and after
will connect in the middle
with our memories.

The seasons journeys
that are stages of a year
that bring us beauty.

Life’s a scenic route
that often has some speed bumps
to slow down your stride.

Flourishing flowers
become blessings for our eyes
as they come to bloom.

Change is deception
when all that’s changed is the view
and not what’s inside.

Morning bring shadows
across a few nearby trees
that create daydreams.

Time creates moments
that can become memories
along with lessons.

Within a doorway
holds chance to enter or leave,
for it’s up to us.

Morning remembers
all that nighttime brought to view,
so make peace at night.

A windy winter
brings forth many chilling nights,
so prepare yourself.

Yesterdays children
will be tomorrows choices
so teach them the facts.

Losing direction
can find you down lonely roads
if you fear to ask.

Now is a moment
that will soon be in our past
that ones remember.

Lose the yesterdays
that you made many mistakes
and make it better.

A fly in a room
recognizes fly swatters
without it knowing.

Rekindled lifestyles
can become either large flames
or burning bridges.

A season’s sunshine
brings peace into a heartbeat
if it’s not sunburned.

Life is a river
flowing sometimes too quickly
that many build a dam.

News of a person
might be merely just gossip
as it’s only lies.

Now gives us a chance
to change how we have become
and seek for better.

Looking for trouble
might procure more than wanted
and dig you a grave.

With each passing day
life continues with its stride
while some waste away.

©By Bill Pearce
Mar 4,  2017

Our Newest books
Pearce’s Poetry Pictures
Pearce’s Poetry Pictures 2
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them at you can buy them both on my page
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

Well,  it’s another day of winter,  but it
seems to be warming up a bit.  The snow
is melting away,  although we could still
have another few days of snow,  but it’s
not in the near futures forecast.  Right
now at 4 PM it’s 29 F degrees and we’ve
still got tons of snow outside.  It looks
like there will be a lot of floods down in
the lower lying areas as always due to the
melting snows and rain.  It happens every
year.  We’re on high ground so we have
nothing to worry about,  unless of course
there’s a massive flood that we have yet
to see.  So it’s on with the journal.  The
winter season is seeming to be wending
its way to springtime a little earlier than
normal.  Usually we have cold and snow
all the way through March and there’ve
been a few times on into April hehehe.
Benny and Rocky have been having fun
playing in the snow.  It seems we’ve got
a couple of snow dogs LOL.  If it were
not for the price of heating oil,  I would
not mind winter staying around a little
longer.  I love the snow and love to go
out and play in it especially with the boys.
It’s a windy day today.  The wind’s been
blowing quite briskly all morning and is
still with its gusto 🙂  Judy’s still doing
a lot of painting and getting better with
every stroke of the brush.  Her and her
sisters,  daughters and family are going
to start a paint night March 5 which is
next Sunday.  They have been just doing
their paintings at their homes the same
as Judy,  but now they’re going to all
get together one night a month and do
painting together at Judy’s daughters
house.  I wish there were something that
I was able to do with others that I like
to do such as play music or even fish,
but it doesn’t look like that will happen,
at least not now.  Maybe one day,  who
knows 🙂  I’m still busy working on new
picture poetry.  I’ve already got 56 new
picture poems.  Believe it or not,  they
aren’t that hard for me to do.  It seems
to be a knack of mine.  Our books are
slowly but surely being purchased,  but
they’ve got a long way to go before we
will see much of any income with them.
That’s OK,  I enjoy writing them and
Judy enjoys painting as well as writing.
It’s hard to believe that I’ve been writing
poetry for over 50 years huh LOL.  Yep,
and I’ve been writing this journal for
more than 20 years.  I’m sure there are
a few of you that remember near the
first publication of it LOL.  It wasn’t
near as wordy as it is now.  I guess I’ve
gotten a bit more rambly hehehehehe.
Plus I write a lot more than I used to
being,  then I was working and now I’m
retired.  Well since I began writing,  the
temperature has dropped a couple of
degrees 🙂  Now it’s 27 F degrees and the
wind is still talking to us 🙂  It looks as
though tomorrow will be a mirror image
of today,  temperature, wind and all :p
So what else is going on around here?
Hmm,  well to be honest,  it’s not been
too exciting.  Nope,  it’s pretty much
been the same old same old.  Though
a bit different than other weeks I did
not take many pictures,  being it was
way to bright and hard to see with the
sun reflecting off of the snow.  Plus
Judy and I didn’t do many drives to
town and when we did go,  the sun was
already going down making it hard to
get a good picture.  But I did take a
few around the house.  Remember the
lighthouse that Judy and I made last
year?  Well it weathered the winter and
the light is still shining.  I built it pretty
sturdy so I figured it would survive 🙂
Some of the paint has peeled,  but that’s
an easy fix.  All in all,  it still looks nice.
and lights the way.  So I reckon that’s
about all that’s going on around here.
God has kept His mighty hands over
us protecting us.  Of course we have
had a few trying times,  but nothing
that was going to tear us down.  Our
two boys keep us entertained. They
were most surely a blessing from God.
Now I believe it’s time for me to begin
my journey back through all that I’ve
written here to see if I can find a good
word or phrase that I can use for the
title for today’s brand new poem.  So,
it’s away I go to that little place of my
recollection that I always like to call
RECOLLECT VILLE.  It looks like
I may of found a decent title just a few
lines back.  Now to see what if anything
at all I can write using it.  Here goes.

Trying Times

A page from a moment,
a book that’s inlaid
is trying times minutes
of life’s promenade.
The seasons of thresholds
display in their gate
times we’ve been bitten
by when we can’t wait.
Mornings we’ve awoken
and gotten out of bed
to seek without thinking
to try and get ahead.
Sometimes our efforts
are without any prayer
as we waltz out the doorway
to times all aglare.
The problems become as
a weed that begrimes
when we went without praying
and found trying times.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 26,  2017

Ok there ya go.  I hope you liked the
poem and maybe even understood it.
Also I hope you enjoyed my rambling.
I’m sure a few of you read it while you
scratched your head saying,  what????
I do have a busy mind and it does tend
to drift from time to time LOL.  Oh well,
at least it gave ya something to read that
was clean hehehe.  Well,  as I said before,
I have been busy with picture poetry and
getting ready to have volume 3 published
maybe sometime in April.  I have found
that I enjoy writing picture poetry.  It’s
something that makes me have to write
outside of the box more often to find a
story in a photo or painting.  Most times
writing a poem,  I just find a title and
write using it.  So,  I hope many of you
will go and buy our books.  It would sure
help us out.  Judy and I have put a lot
of work into them.  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.  Yep,  10
more poems with only 3 extras this week.
11 of them are picture poems 🙂 without
the pictures of course hehehehe.  Oh and
yes I 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 weekend or whatever is left
of it and a most truly blessings filled week.
Remember,  Jesus loves you and we do too.
Alrighty then,  where is that off switch at?
Where can it be hiding this week?  Hmm,
I think I see something out of place that
is behind my tape measure.  Yep,  there
ya are.  You had to push it out a bit so
you could fit behind it huh LOL.  You’re
getting better,  but still,  no cigar hehehe.
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 🙂
Please buy our book 😉

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

A Storm

A time of sadness,
a time of grief
a storm becomes
a fallen leaf.
The pitter patter
raindrops make
can become
a hopeless lake.
But the moments
a storm finds
can bring hopeful
peace of minds.
Using lessons
times have shown
a storm can be
a times atone.
With the raindrops
seasons show
a storm has seeds
for you to sow.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 24,  2017

The Imagination

Those special times
that we come to
the imagination
within our view.
They are our dreams
our hopes desires
to extinguish
sadness fires.
So many things
that we bring forth
east to west
and south to north.
The many dreams
that come alive
a timeless scene
our hearts contrive.
Maybe a painting
of a unicorn
that comes to life
as fleshly born.
The imagination
can blossom true
a magical place
for me and you.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 24,  2017

Country White

Scenes of winter
country white
become paintings
God’s delight.
Mornings display
timeless shows
country white
a scene bestows.
As a painting
photos taken
I find pictures
come awaken.
Through the sticks
a scene is found
country white,
I look around.
Life’s a blossom
found in sight
a winter scene of
country white.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 24,  2017

Reaching For A Star

Midnight fantasies
of heated desires
seek for the starlight
and what that transpires.
The twinkling essence
of a distant place
brings ones a smile
to display on their face.
Reaching for a star
of a distant memory
a time far away
at night you can see.
Painted emotions
might surely be seen
a time that is found
as just but a dream.
Found as illusion
this painting has filled
colors of emotion
with heartbeats instilled.
Yet in the painting
of near and afar
there displays someone
that’s reaching for a star.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 24,  2017

A Lonely Heart

Life with stories
ones can tell
finds ones living
near to Hell.
Without seeing
knowing true
a lonely heart
might be with you.
Often without
actions seen
a lonely heart
might have a dream.
A dream of life
that they succeed
found in pages
books they read.
Yet we often
do not know
that they’re there
and feeling low.
A lonely heart
might be so clear,
but you’ve sought
to never hear.
So ones teardrops
might just fall
without no one
they can call.
Don’t let someone
fall away,
a lonely heart
of day to day.
Seek for friendship,
show them true
love and life
for them to view.
Don’t let someone
fall apart
always being
a lonely heart.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 24,  2017

House Of Memories

Amidst a long drive
of so long ago
we came then upon
a house within snow,
It seemed to be alive
with many memories
as windows of time
of oceans and seas.
This house that we saw
was a shadows cast,
a story,  a journal
found from the past.
It held in its walls
a scented array
seeming as haunted
in a wondrous display.
There was no fear,
not a moments unease
as we drove on past
the house of memories.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 24,  2017

Beside The Tracks

An autumn stroll
through mystery
was found one day
a sight to see.
Beside the tracks
of thereunto
there was my stride
a wondrous view.
An autumn day
with photographs
was beautiful
beside the tracks.
Footsteps made
as minutes form
waiting to hear
a trains loud horn.
Beside the tracks
the season shines
an autumn stroll
the moment finds.
Just like a page
of memory
beside the tracks
is history.
A time unfolded
for me to share
a photograph,
a breath of air.
The autumn leaves
are on the path
while I am seen
beside the tracks.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 24,  2017

A Timeless Pier

So long ago
in times so warm
a photograph
was then and born.
Upon a pier
was fishermen
a moments scene
to then begin.
It’s now recorded
a timeless pier
with deep blue seas.
The stage is set
as shadows cast
the echoes of
a photograph.
Within the scene
my wife adheres
my photograph
a timeless pier.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 24,  2017

As Life Begins

With morning glories
oh so blue
a life begins
a day anew.
Bluebirds landing
there in place
the day is found
a wondrous face.
A smiling essence
God has shown
morning glories
birds have flown.
Blessing filled
to give a smile
as life begins
to then compile.
Some bluebirds fly
with wondrous grace
and land so gently
to embrace
the morning glories
time has shown
as life begins
and birds have flown.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 24,  2017

A Heavenly Day

Clouds as a painting
shimmering sight
display the beauty
of heavenly light.
A day within portions
of sunshine of love
pours out like liquid
from Heaven above.
A heavenly day
with a beautiful sky
finds ones the motive
a photograph high.
A farm in the distance
is displayed so fine
while clouds all billow
their wondrous design.
The scene is as magic
of a blessings array
as a great memory
a heavenly day.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 25,  2017

Bridge To View

Evening is displayed
sometime in sight
with a bridge to view
the evenings delight.
Often a moment
will come into view
a time so special
that enlightens you.
With a bridge to view
a wintertime scheme
from our car one day
such a wonderful scene.
Snow driven pathways
to a distant time shore
become as the essence
that many adore.
A picture of a moment
that then comes alive
with a bridge to view
that so many drive.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 25,  2017

Snowscape Painting

Scenes come alive
in the snow of white,
a moment painted
is pure delight.
A snowscape scene
of wintertime’s love
finds in a painting
timeless thereof.
Two dogs posing
in a picture of snow,
now just a painting
that seems all aglow.
Trees in the distance
become as the heart,
all covered with snow
as times work of art.
Time’s remembered
as a magical theme,
found now as painted
with light all agleam
A snowscape painting
with our two boys
is found in a moment
as winter employs.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 25,  2017

Within The Cold

As if a story
that’s written in time
there is a farm house
a picturesque rhyme.
Within the cold
of wintertime’s grasp
there is a story
of future and past.
Scented with snowflakes
timeless the essence
within the cold
is winter’s candescence.
A flag is blowing
in wintertimes breeze
as it shows near it
a tree without leaves.
With autumns pathway
to winters behold
there is a farmhouse
within the cold.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 25,  2017

for Feb 25,  2017

Shadows of dewdrops
come as echoes of the day
displayed in silence.

Without a heartbeat
life is just a memory
found in existence.

A flower’s beauty
is depicted by the time
and date that it blooms.

A storm of today
could become your memories
that seem as much less.

Within our thinking
holds the choices of many
that have changed our thoughts.

Living fantasies
can become many nightmares
that weren’t meant to be.

A desires flaw
can be enhanced by actions
as truth is revealed.

Inside life’s doorways
holds the chances for new life
or passed reflections.

Mornings of sunshine
may be hidden behind clouds,
but the sun is there.

A glimpse of starlight
can become a wondrous dream
that’s filled full of hope.

Allowing anger
to become all that you are
makes you dynamite.

Seasons of snowflakes
will melt away in springtime
with rivers to flow.

A mere emotion
can bring forth much destruction
if it is sour.

As life has begun
it shall also find demise
if we lose the truth.

Plants that are watered
also need sunshine and Earth
to become stronger.

Beyond ones thinking
holds the factors of belief
or ones lack thereof.

Sliding down a hill
puts grooves in the footings
that others will see.

Searching too harshly
will only find you much despair,
for your search is null.

The leaves on a tree
will fall off during autumn
but decorate well.

The glance of a friend
can be filled with joy for you
and still be real sad.

Deceptive people
leave a trail of misery
when truth is revealed.

The term perfection
is what ones misinterpret
as being the best.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 25,  2017

Our Newest book
Pearce’s Poetry Pictures
Pearce’s Poetry Pictures 2
and if you are not in the USA or would just rather buy
them at you can buy them both on my page
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

How’s it going in your neck of the woods?  Ours
is a little bit white.  We got almost 3 foot of snow
last week and it snowed off and on throughout the
week.  It snowed a little bit today,  but nothing of
a grand scale.  The temperatures are seeming to
be going up a little bit.  Right now it’s only 32 F.
Yeppers,  it looks like we might get an early spring
if this keeps up,  but I’m not betting on it hehehe.
The temperature could drop without warning LOL.
So,  we might still have a few surprises awaiting us.
Now it’s onwards with the journal.  I’ve taken the
boys outside and played with them a few times this
week and took a few pictures and videos to boot 🙂
They love it when I go outside and play with them.
Right now the boys are right beside me begging
for treats LOL.  We’ve already given them their
dentist sticks and a couple sausage links a piece,
so I think they can wait.  They have dried food in
their dog bowls if they’re hungry LOL.  They both
gave up and are now lying on the floor between
Judy and I.  Judy’s over there painting pictures.
She’s getting pretty darn good at it too.  If she
keeps up like she is,  she might become a famous
painter in the future 🙂  The future is a mystery
that we can only guesstimate.  The weatherman
only forecasts the weather which means the same
as guesstimate unless there is an actual radar
image showing what is actually in progress and
then they can only guesstimate the outcome of
it.  OK so what else has gone on around here or
thereabouts LOL?  Well Judy and I took a drive
up north to Presque Isle while it was snowing
and went to KFC and bought us some chicken.
It wasn’t snowing too bad.  If it had been bad,
we would not of gone.  It was a nice drive.  I
took pictures and a couple videos while she
drove as usual LOL.  I’ve been working hard
on my new book and I’ve already got 45 new
picture poems for volume 3 of Pearce’s Poetry
Pictures.  At this rate,  I might have it ready
for publication by April or before.  I know,
you’re probably saying,  how can this guy
write so much.  Well I have no answer except
that it’s my God given gift.  LOL  I never
have a clue of what I will write about until I
begin with the title and it’s like a blooming
flower.  Yet sometimes it might have a few
thorns hehehe.  Yes sometimes the words
can get a bit sticky.  Nonetheless I seem to
manage to work through it.  I wish I could
paint like Judy,  but it’s just not my forte 🙂
I know,  she has been practicing and all
and maybe if I too practiced painting I also
might become good,  but it’s not what I am
interested in at the moment.  I’ll stick with
writing for the moment LOL.  Hopefully
when I’m dead and gone our books will
become a big thing and maybe help Judy
to survive.  Yet,  for now,  at least they’re
selling a little bit.  OK next topic hehehe.
Thursday,  I took my conga drums out in
the snow and did a little drumming after
of course I tossed a few snowballs for the
boys to try to catch or more to the point,
chase after LOL.  I did a couple of videos
of them chasing snowballs and of me on
my conga drums.  I had to do two videos,
being that Rocky decided to take a couple
of dumps right in front of the camera in
the first video LOL.  When ya gotta go,
ya gotta go hehehe.  All in all,  the week
wasn’t too bad.  Oh yea,  we’ve gotten
news that Judy’s brother Ricky is going
to continue staying in the nursing home,
being his health has not gotten any better
and is not expected to.  He cannot take
care of himself anymore.  I feel for him,
because I know it hurts for him to not
be able to live on his own anymore,  but
a lot of things happen that none of us
are wanting,  but may just have to accept.
Life doesn’t always play fair,  but with
God there is a better end to the story.
Time has a way of painting a picture that
we might not understand until it is fully
painted.  Have faith that it will all be OK.
Now,  I believe it’s time for me to begin
my journey back through all that I have
written here to see if I can find a decent
word or phrase that I can use for the
title for today’s brand new poem.  And
so it’s away I go to that little place of
my recollection that I always like to call
RECOLLECT VILLE.  I think I may of
stumbled on a fairly decent title near
the beginning of my rambling hehehehe.
Now let’s see if I can do anything with it.
Here goes nothing hehehe Maybe so LOL.


A plotted course
of indecision
to guesstimate
the inner vision
becomes a path
a time to tell
a mere forecast
of times detail.
We often view
our yesterdays
as minutes seen
and just a phase,
but tomorrow
brings to view
a chance to see
another new.
To guesstimate
the facts of time
we might not see
the moments sign.
The phase in fact
might be too late
for we can only

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 19,  2017

LOL so there ya go.  I hope you liked the poem.
I know it may of seemed a bit confusing,  but it’s
my thoughts that come out in spurts hehehehehe.
Also I hope you enjoyed my rambling as I filled
you in on the craziness that goes on around this
place.  This Place is teeming with poetry and
painting as well as love and life.  Our little boys
Benny and Rocky keep us entertained.  Though
at this moment,  they are both sound asleep and
maybe dreaming of treats LOL.  Milo’s spirit is
alive within our home.  I can feel him now as he
brushes up against my leg as he used to do.  Yes
our old boy is still with us in spirit.  I guess it’s
time for me to tell you what I tell you almost
every week and that is,  I wrote some poems
and haiku.  Yeppers,  10 more poems,  but um,
I got a little wacky on writing with many of
the poems being picture poems and I wrote 10
extra poems.  So in total I wrote 20 poems 🙂
Yes of course I wrote 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 begin my
search for that hardly elusive off switch,  but
not before I wish you a most wonderful God
filled week,  Remember,  Jesus loves you and
we do too.  OK now,  where is that confounded
off switch hiding this time and I use the term
hiding loosely LOL?  Hmmm,  nope it’s not
behind my nose spray and not behind my
orange juice glass.  Aha,  I see ya you little
varmint.  My flashlight began to roll just a
tad as I saw my harmonica begin to slide 🙂
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 🙂
Please buy our book 😉

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

Seasons Gestured

Driving down
a winters way
we saw a sight
amidst the day.
Seasons gestured
in a style,
timeless fashioned
snows compile.
A moments scene
of wintertime,
seasons gestured
snow combined.
A real old house
and old garage,
seasons gestured
like mirage.
I took a picture
a photograph,
seasons gestured
of the past.
It brought to mind
a hopeful scene,
seasons gestured
as a dream.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 15,  2017

Dreamers Moons

A dreamers mind,
a special place,
A certain scene
way out in space.
This is a time,
a point of view
of a certain one,
maybe me or you
A spacy voyage
of dreamers moons
upon a planet
of circled swoons.
Within the rings
the planet shows
a wolf howling
all it knows.
Yet it’s painted
as a place,
dreamers moons
way out in space.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 15,  2017

Midnight Waterfall

Seen in blue
without a sound
a midnight waterfall
seeks the ground.
Splashing waters
find their flow
that the painter
did bestow.
A painted waterfall
seeks to find
time and place
a peaceful mind.
A mere painting
seen in blue
becomes something
great to view.
With some cranes
stood through it all
watching the midnight

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 15,  2017

Barn Of Winter

Blue skies playing
fun with clouds
display seasons
time endows.
Barn of winter
is enhanced
as the snowflakes
surely danced.
But the barn
withstood it all
as it did through
leaves of fall.
Time is nothing
but a gaze
barn of winter
seasons phase.
Like a memoir
its reflection
seeks the patterns
times connections.
As a tree stands
front and center
the time is found
a barn of winter.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 15,  2017

This Old Barn

One day on a drive
from town to home
I saw an old barn
of a wintery tone.
It stood as artwork
awaiting critique
with snow on its roof
with nary a leak.
This old emotion
was a season delight
so timeless created
as a wonderful sight.
It became a story
a written decade
with minutes added
to a seasons cascade.
One day on a drive
we saw an old farm
that displayed so truly
this old barn.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 16,  2017

The Motmot

This bird of colors
is kingfisher kind
colorful feathers
with wondrous design.
A beautiful plumage
and a real long tail
that they wag quickly
to often set sail.
They use it for warning
and use if for flight
to help them navigate
a moment of fright.
They eat bugs and lizards
and will also take fruit
the motmot of many
an owl gives a hoot.
With so many colors
and blue on their head
the motmot of time
is surely widespread.
Now as a painting
a simple memory,
the motmot recalls
a sight you can see.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 16,  2017

Snowy Field

Within a field
is seen a hill
a certain scene
that times fulfill.
A snowy field
is found in view
with a tiny farm
and a snowy hue.
The distant hill
has turbines spun
with skiers paths
in winters sun.
Some trees create
a photoscape
a picture portal
dreams escape.
The minutes pass
with sun concealed
a winter scene
with snowy field.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 16,  2017

I Wish It Was Friday

Today and tomorrow
of times in my past
are just but a glimmer
that now goes too fast.
The Fridays remembered
of yesterdays age
are times in my youth
of a musical page.
When I looked forward
to Fridays at last
and had a good time then
that’s now shadows cast.
I wish it was Friday
and my health was good
with a band to play with
in our neighborhood.
But the seasons of age
have knocked on my door
and I wish it was Friday
like it’s not anymore.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 17,  2017

A Moment Of Peace

Life in a mirror
reflects how we fill
a time found within us
that we can’t conceal.
A minute, a moment,
a sequential time,
our reflection reveals
inside of our mind.
A moment of peace
is a place we can see
if we look for the good
that’s in you and me.
Windows of the heart
are often not clear,
for we spend so much time
on our own yesteryear.
Now is just a moment
that soon fades away
to give of some chances
to kneel down and pray.
The blessings we find
in our mirrors release
are given from God
as a moment of peace.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 17,  2017

Ocean Sunrise

Standing on the shore
of an ocean sunrise
a couple stands gazing
with love in their eyes.
The sand is awakened
as waves come ashore
with the ocean sunrise
that these two adore.
With the rhythmic beats
of the harmonic waves
the sounds are so blissful
this wonderful phase.
As a Heavenly blessing
that’s displayed so grand
these two stand together
in early mornings sand.
Creating their dreams
as a moment of time
the seconds turn into
a scene so sublime.
Making their impressions
with love in their eyes
these two stand together
with an ocean sunrise.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 17,  2017

A Memory

Mornings sun
displays a sight
a rod and reel
to seek a bite.
It sits so lonely
within the sea
as tide came in
with a memory.
The stage is set
for times recoil
a scene a dream
in ocean soil.
With just a sign
of the fisherman
as a memory
and certain plan.
The sea is seen
to hold in place
a memory
of its embrace.
A rod and reel
with fish to find
a memory
of another time.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 17,  2017

The Catch

One day a man
with fishing pole
had sought to fill
his daily goal.
He fished along
the ocean side
to catch a fish
with time applied.
The hours passed
as sun grew dim
and then he felt
a fish to swim.
It grabbed a hold
of hook and line
the catch he sought
that filled his mind.
They tugged away
a battle true
this man and fish
in a sea of blue.
It was a scene
of timeless match
this man so proud
that held the catch.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 17,  2017

Waterfall Wall

Minutes pass
a painted scene
a moments time
a wall serene.
A waterfall wall
of blue and white
is such a scene
painted in sight.
It has some birds
that fly around
this painted scene
without a sound.
I look to find
a fish or two
within this scene
of white and blue.
The waters crash
creating foam
found as white
with bluish tone.
This painted scene
where waters fall
is a magical place
a waterfall wall.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 17,  2017

Bubbles Float

Bubbles painted
in a picture
become essence
scenic fixture.
Seen as thoughts
our times display
words we hear
and words we say.
Bubbles floating
in romance
can become as
song and dance.
Maybe seconds
passing by
as our lessons
do or die.
Words of wisdom
find their way
with a moments
own display.
Yet now painted
as a note
there’s a picture
bubbles float.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 17,  2017

Sliding Through Summer

This day I remember,
this time I recall
is a moment of summer
that’s soon before fall.
Sliding in the water
down slippery rocks
some kids might slide
with shoes and socks.
Seasons own journey
is a wonderful thing
sliding through summer
in memory of spring.
Some kids having fun
on a slippery slide
with waters flowing
creating a ride.
Those days I remember,
those days I recall
sliding through summer
just having a ball.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 17,  2017

Life Of Love

Then is a moment
a wonderful scene
with life of love
and hearts agleam.
We are the feathers
the wings of life
two as a doorway
to husband and wife.
Time is a portion
poured out like rain
love and emotion
not to abstain.
Then is a moment
we hold on so tight
the life of love
with Heavens delight.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 17,  2017

Dandelion Dreams

Gradient colors
seem to unfold,
a dandelion scene
is painted so bold.
Timeless precision
flowers a bloom
found as a weed
from April to June.
The dream is alive
as a passionate stage
painted as memoirs
the turn of a page.
Pointless perception
is often foreseen
dandelions needing
a mowers requiem.
Yet as a flower
it’s painted so true
dandelion dreams,
a moment in view.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 18,  2017

Big Blue Flowers

Painted with some
shades of blue
there’s some flowers
tried and true.
Found as pictures
that are seen
big blue flowers
like a dream.
The highlight shows
but just a trace
the flowers painted
times embrace.
Heartfelt moments
come in view
with the shade of
flowers blue.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 18,  2017

Prints Are Made

One summers day
with waves to roll
horseback riders
took a stroll.
A scenic sight
of time serene
prints were found
by oceans sheen.
A timeless trail
a wondrous view
prints were made
with horses hooves.
Moments passed
and it was gone
to be remembered
views so strong.
It was a moment
that will not fade
for it’s a picture
prints are made.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 18,  2017

Casting Out

Within our lives
is fear and doubt
that sometimes seems
with no way out.
An ocean of waves
might roll on in
and make a path
to lose or win.
While casting out
our lines of want
the fish we catch
might come to taunt.
The seas of life
are filled with waves
to rock our ships
on distant days.
But there is hope
from time to time
when casting out
with peace in mind.
With every scene
and time so true
our casting out
can change the view.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 18,  2017

for Feb 19,  2017

A list of stories
of a fisherman’s moment
might grow much larger.

Chance is a second
that a day will give to you
to change how you think.

Morning brings sunshine
even if it is hidden
behind a few clouds.

The life of a cloud
is an ongoing process
that we may not see.

Timid is the sheep
that is wary of the wolf
that’s in sheep’s clothing.

Various doorways
have their own different paths
as some are dead ends.

Without yesterday
we might not see the lessons
for our tomorrows.

Vision of a ant
is one that is without fear,
for it does not know.

Beyond our own mind
is a world that we can grow
to exceed this one.

Heaven is a time
and a place of which to see
when the time is right.

Nearing dynamite
the fuse might not seem as lit,
but be near the end.

Misleading flowers
are as weeds of a turnstile
that might be daisies.

Lost on a dark road
the wheels of life will move on
and light can be found.

Winters precision
is a snow filled emotion
that fills many minds.

Mending a sweater
needs the right color of yarn
to make it better.

Within a snowstorm
you might not see the pleasure
until it is done.

Delusions of life
come from over active dreams
with no truth in them.

To have and to hold
is just a play on our words,
for air is not held.

The scenes within scenes
are those of microscopic worlds
that we do not see.

The needs of many
are not greater than the few,
for a life is life.

Dreaming of a world
that there’s no hunger or pain
is one worth dreaming.

Uncountable lives
find many doors locked tightly
due to only fear.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 19,  2017

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