ANIMAL’S GREETINGS

Hello my friends

It’s just me here at the house right now.
Judy has gone to celebrate her sister’s
grandsons birthday at the bowling alley
in Caribou Maine about 45 miles north
of here.  She’ll be home later on today.
It’s just me and the little boys hanging
out together now.  Of course they’re in
the bedroom and lying on our bed LOL.
For those that are new to this,  our boys
are our 2 dogs Benny and Rocky.  Yes
we talk about them as if they were our
real boys hehehe.  The Pearce’s Place
has been running in slow mo these last
few weeks LOL.  Judy and I haven’t
done much,  although we are making
plans for when we get paid to celebrate
our 17 year wedding anniversary which
is Tuesday Oct 2 🙂  But of course right
now we are out of funds so we’ll have
to wait till we get paid to consider what
to do to celebrate.  No matter,  as long
as we’re together,  that’s all that matters.
It’s beginning to look more and more
like autumn outside and feel like it too.
Yep,  the weather has been on the cool
side lately,  but then I prefer it on the
cool side rather than the sweaty heat.
Of course it doesn’t get as hot up here
as it does down Texas ways.  I got to
thinking the other day that I hadn’t
taken any pictures lately,  so Friday
morning I took the car while Judy was
asleep and went on a photograph hunt.
I’d park the car ever so often when I
saw something or some place that I
thought looked good and headed out
walking.  I got quite a few great shots
and many of them I’ll be able to use
for my poetry pictures 🙂  Yes,  I am
still writing poetry pictures.  I’m over
halfway done writing for book 9 now.
I’ve written 102 poetry pictures and
now only 58 to go and off to publish.
Yep,  I write a lot.  It along with my
photography keeps me out of trouble 🙂
A person with an over active mindset
can be dangerous LOL especially when
he has a crazy sense of humor hehehe.
Ask Judy,  she’ll tell ya.  I’m a regular
comedian in the house especially when
I get tired hahaha.  Judy’s gotten used
to it 🙂  She’s still as of yet not figured
out how I can sit down at my desk and
write a poem in a matter of minutes 🙂
For that matter,  I too have no clue.
I just do it.  I guess it’s a gift from God.
It’s a gift that I got when I was in my
much younger years.  I was around 7
or 8 years old when poetry began its
life within my mind,  but it was much
later in life that I figured out what to
do with it.  Before then I was just
writing what was bothering me at the
moment or something that had been
on my mind for a while.  Now I can
look at a photo and find a poem that
is waiting to be written.  Anyways,
what else has happened around this
place?  Hmm good question.  Judy
and I cleaned our carpets pretty good
using her sister’s carpet cleaner.  They
look a whole lot better now.  I think
we might be buying a carpet cleaner
or a steam cleaner one day when we
have a little money to do so.  Until
then,  we’ll borrow Trudes from time
to time.  I see that Judy’s been posting
pictures on Facebook of the little boys
birthday at the bowling alley LOL…
Life up here in Maine is not as bad
as many southerners think.  From my
view up here knowing how it is in down
in Texas being I was born and raised
there,  I can tell you,  I do not miss the
super hot summers that caused me to
have many strokes and the loss of my
left eye.  Nope,  I cannot handle that
much heat.  Anything near 80 F degrees
is too hot for me and thank God we
don’t have many days with that much
heat and when we do,  I hole up in here
near the air conditioner hehehe.  Yep,
this is where I should be.  God put me
up here,  for He connected the dots of
life that put Judy and I together from
over 2100 miles away.  God is always
with us watching over us.  We’ve also
many angels looking over us,  for there
are times I can sense them.  Thank You
God for all that You do for us and all
You’ve done for us and will do.  Now I
believe it’s time for me to be taking my
little venture 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 just about half way back
in my rambling and after checking,  I
see that it hasn’t been used as of yet
but used it shall be today,  so now to
see if I can do anything with it 🙂
Here goes…

Waiting To Be Written

Words of a moment
might come into play
waiting to be written
with something to say.
Yet many times though
the words might appear
to be as a memory
of a distant yesteryear.
We might often display
a time’s broken heart
as words within a story
that’s now a work of art.
It may become a scene
as blessings in disguise
waiting to be written
in a dreamers own eyes.
Then as it develops
this God given view
the moment with words
writes something anew.
Time is but a doorway
that opens then again
waiting to be written
as our thoughts enter in.
Telling a moment’s story
of a time or a place
painted with the mind
of a scene or a taste.
Allow your eyes to see
beyond all that’s there
and let your imagination
to take you everywhere.
A God given journey
to find a time or two
waiting to be written
of what that lives in you.
It might surely exist
as a mere breath of time
waiting to be written
of a wondrous design.

©By Bill Pearce
Sept 30,  2018

There ya go.  It might make no sense to
you,  but oh well.  Maybe a few of you
will understand it.  It’s not that complex.
I hope you enjoyed my rambling and
all 🙂  I guess my mind is busy thinking
of stuff that would matter not to you 🙂
I am getting ready everyday for winter
to make its showing.  I can’t wait for
the first sight of snowflakes LOL.  Yes
I know,  you think I’m strange hehehe.
Oh well,  that’s how God made me 🙂
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.
Yep,  10 more poems, but 3 of them are
Christmas poems.  Oh yea there is 1
extra poem I wrote for my daughter’s
birthday yesterday.  I also wrote 22
haiku for all of the haiku lovers out
there.  I hope you can find 1 or 2 of
either or both that you like.  Now I do
believe it’s time to begin my search for
that hardly elusive off switch,  but not
before I wish you a fabulous weekend,
or whatever’s left of it and a blessings
filled week.  Remember,  Jesus loves
you and we do too.  Now,  where can
that ornery off switch be trying to hide
this time?  Hmm,  I see my camera
strap sort of swaying when it shouldn’t
be LOL.  Oh there ya are ya little brat.
Did you have an oopsy moment????
Trying to hide behind my camera but
ya slipped and fell and now you’re
hanging on to the strap just a swinging.
LOL Gotcha,  see ya CLICK zzzzzzz.

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

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

Throughout Our Lives

Links to perception
are as times dusty trails
connected as a chain
in so many details.
Throughout our lives
we might see some days
connections perceptions
a bit out of phase.
Life is as a doorway
to a fisherman’s heart
scented times survival
an ocean’s work of art.
Trials of the waves
that the days supersede
bring forth more artwork
to be planted as a seed.
Throughout our lives
our wishes might become
the sight of an ocean
or a bright morning sun.
Looking through windows
of our lifestyles parade
we might see a portion
of life’s lemonade.
Painted with the fingers
of God’s holy hand
on throughout our lives
many places so grand.
Time’s always ticking
with clouds passing by
as a fisherman’s story
on throughout our lives.

©By Bill Pearce
Sept 24,  2018

Winter Cabin

Seasons stories
start to tell
life and times
a wishing well.
Scenes become
a Christmas sight
a winter cabin
snow of white.
Within the walls
you might hear
someone singing
Christmas cheer.
Season’s memoir
finds a place
written clearly
a smiling face.
A winter cabin
wood design
shares the sight of
Christmastime.
But this might be
just a dream
a winter cabin
all agleam.
For as minutes
pass you by
the scene you see
shows Adonai.
The look of God
found thereunto
a winter cabin
Christmas view.

©By Bill Pearce
Sept 24,  2018

When Coming Home

A snow filled journey
on a winter white day
displays such a pattern
in a wonderful way.
A Christmas arrival
with a passionate kiss
is an awaited arrival
on my Christmas list.
For as all the minutes
and hours pass by
they leave me wanting
the seconds to fly.
Within my minds eye
were Christmassy bells
of old Santa’s sleigh
in the greatest details.
Hovering high above
my wife as she drove
home for the season
as a red Christmas rose.
The car all glistened
with ice all aglow
as she drove home in
Christmas white snow.
I stood in the road
and waited with a smile
as she drove homeward
that very last mile.
She drove up to me
standing all alone
and I climbed in then
when coming home.

©By Bill Pearce
Sept 25,  2018

Time’s Exposed

Beneath a scene
of waters ways
there might be
some other days.
A time to thrive,
a time to sleep,
a time to find
a new heartbeat.
Time’s exposed
as gazes afar
when we search
each shining star.
We might see
a fin of style
a dolphins scene
to give a smile.
We may even see
a timeless day
that only shows
how seconds sway.
Within the waves
of life’s desires
we might be seen
as wanted fires.
Burning churning
above each scene
time’s exposed
as a submarine.
We might be fins
with life enclosed
floating on through
as time’s exposed.

©By Bill Pearce
Sept 25,  2018

Stepping Lightly

Waves of days
we step on through
might become
a sea of blue.
But yet the waves
that are incomplete
might one day
be at our feet.
Waiting for chances
to strive again
while we’re stepping
in the wind.
Seasons gestures
become a stance
a time and place
for hearts romance.
For as we step
from time to time
our eye’s might see
a moment’s mind.
Not seeing truthful
of the waves
we might be blinded
of the days.
So watch your step
within the flow
for beneath the waves
you might not know
Allow the moments
to find your path
stepping lightly
not too fast.

©By Bill Pearce
Sept 26,  2018

Then and Again

Each passage we see
might fall from our eyes
as a time and a place
that we don’t memorize.
But then and again
we might surely see
the signs of the times
that live in you and me.
Snowflakes falling
as a Christmastime hue
scented with laughter
from children in view.
A scene you remember
a scene you recall
a scene within winter
as the snowflakes fall.
The minutes become as
a doorway to see
to become as a part
of our own history.
For I can remember
those days oh so clear
the then and again
of a past yesteryear.
They are as echoes
of a Christmas delight
textured as heartbeats
that fell out of sight.
But they’re remembered
a Christmas back when
seen as a doorway of
then and again.

©By Bill Pearce
Sept 26,  2018

A Place Of Love

A bridge of life
becomes as time
a place of love
from God Divine.
As life begins
to journey through
a place of love
is then in view.
It might be seen
as just a time
a bridge of life
within your mind.
Yet the journey
is what we need
to continue on
to plant the seed.
The seed of life
in Heaven’s ways
a place of love
comes into phase.
For as we strive
to walk across
we will find
there’s not a loss,
but only find
a place of gain
a place of love
with Hells abstain.
So when your time
comes unto be
a place of love
will set you free.

©By Bill Pearce
Sept 26,  2018

Sudden Sights

Cloudy skies
with a little blue
can give our eyes
a wondrous view.
Sudden sights
become a glance
as hills begin
a sight’s romance.
With each scene
that times expose
the sudden sights
can be arose.
Brought to life
as a breath of air
sudden sights
so debonair.
Magical moments
come in view
to show and flow
a sight anew.
For as the pages
of life’s design
the sudden sights
fill up the mind.
Scenic mysteries
become a day
as the minutes
slip away.
Time is essence
days and nights
showing many
sudden sights.

©By Bill Pearce
Sept 28,  2018

Dreaming Place

Midmorning’s gaze
can become found
a time and place
to look around.
Amidst of a moment
a time come true
a dreaming place
can come in view.
It could be a pond
or a tree line’s phase
that displays to you
a time to gaze.
Such as discoveries
your eyes perceive
as a dreaming place
within mornings eve.
The day brings life
into such a scene
found as so magical
it must be a dream.
Seen as a vision
a time within view
this dreaming place
gives life to you.
It might be regarded
as a point in time
within a dreamworld
that you wish to find.
So look within you
for a smiling face
found in the magic
of a dreaming place.

©By Bill Pearce
Sept 29,  2018

It Peeked Through

Upon the beach
of time’s romance
I saw the sky
do a little dance.
The sun is seen
through the gray
the clouds above
a summer’s day.
It peeked through
to say hello
with waves of life
and how they flow.
I stood a while
to search beyond
to find the sight
of then and gone.
It was as waves
that rolled on in
to say hello
and roll out again.
It brought the sky
alive with grace
and put a smile
upon my face.
This memory
of a timeless stage
lives and breathes
from age to age.
It was a time
with an ocean blue
I saw the sun as
it peeked through.

©By Bill Pearce
Sept 29,  2018

My Little Girl

She’s my blossom
my child so true
giving the breath
as an awesome view.
I can remember
when she was small
looking up at me
thinking me so tall.
Time went running
leaving me to find
her growing up
turning thirty nine.
Yes my little girl
has a child her own
now that is surely
almost full grown.
I miss you Jamye
and I send our love
from Judy and I
and God up above.

©By Bill Pearce
Sept 29,  2018

Haiku
for Sept 29,  2018

Hearing an echo
might become as memories
that times will expose.

Lost in a whirlwind
your sight might become dizzy
leading you wrong ways.

The life of a rose
is often not what we see,
but what we don’t see.

Misleading journeys
can become daily pathways
if we’re not careful.

A snowflakes lifestyle
can become as a snowman
or a snow angel.

Trees that show colors
as autumn’s season unwinds
will soon lose their leaves.

Beyond a raindrop
holds the perfection of time
that pours like water.

Looming memories
can create a minds turnstile
that repeats problems.

Looking too sternly
can cause someone to wonder
what’s bothering you.

The sight of a cloud
does not mean that it will rain,
but there is a chance.

Our bookmarks on time
can cause some other moments
to be remembered.

Belief in something
might cause it to become real
within your own eyes.

Need is confusion
when want overrides ones minds
leaving them empty.

Despair of the grass
is hidden behind seasons
as snow lands on it.

Changing your mindset
can help you or cause problems
for it’s how you choose.

Looking to the sky
you might see life as a dream
with clouds all adrift.

Lost on a dirt road
you might see dust behind you
that helps you return.

The weeds of our life
might be dandelions
acting like flowers.

Links to someone’s life
might have a few links missing
that weakens their heart.

Within our shadows
holds many forms of ourselves
that people will see.

Life in the slow lane
is often the better way,
but it’s not always.

A birds view of life
is how the wind carries it
to destinations.

©By Bill Pearce
Sept 29,  2018

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