ANIMAL’S GREETINGS

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.

Guesstimate

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
guesstimate.

©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
waterfall.

©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

Haiku
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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