Continuing On

August 25th, 2019 / Tags:Haiku , Poems , Poetry / Categories: Greetings, Poems / Comments Closed

ANIMAL’S GREETINGS

Hello my friends

I hope you’ve been staying cool. We’ve
been enjoying the end of summer, as the
temperature has been dropping a bit with
each passing day. Today’s high is around
72 F degrees the same as it’s supposed to
be tomorrow. Yesterday was in the mid to
upper 60’s. Last night was in the lower
40’s as it was on into the early morning
hours of today. There’s not been much
going on around this place. This passed
week, Judy went for a scheduled blood
work appointment, just test, but that’s
about all. She’s OK 🙂 Just blood test
she has to have done time to time being
she’s diabetic. Other than that our week
was pretty laid back. Of course I mowed
a little last week just as I plan on doing
some mowing tomorrow. We went to town
yesterday to do a little shopping and then
we went and got us some ice cream and the
Houlton Farms Dairy. They’ll maybe be
closing next month to get ready for winter.
We go a couple of times every year to get
us some ice cream as a special treat to us.
They have the greatest ice cream Yummy.
Next topic. As I said earlier, it’s been a
fairly peaceful week. We’ve been tinkering
around the house taking care of our crop
and flowers. LOL our crop sounds like
we’ve got a farm huh 🙂   Nope just a lowly
tomato plant that seems to be doing rather
well. We should have a few ripe tomatoes
soon 🙂 Judy’s flowers are doing great. We
will soon though be having to bring them
inside for winter which means cleaning off
spots in the spare room, being we’ve got
a lot more flowers and what not than we
had last year LOL. I don’t miss that old
summer heat in Texas. If we were still in
Texas, I would have to stay inside all the
time, being my old body cannot handle
the heat as well and it could when I was
younger and healthier. I love the scenery
up here. I know, there’s scenery in Texas
too, but not the same as up here. Plus,
it rarely snows of any scale in the parts
of Texas I lived in LOL. I’ve grown to
love the snow. I love how it makes even
the dullest scenery into a works of art 🙂
I know Texas gets snow, but it’s very
short lived hehehe. I guess I was meant
to live up north. I have always been very
hot natured and could do better in the
cold than in the heat. Though I’ll always
be a Texan. It’s where I was born and
raised. People up here can tell that I’m
a Texan just by a few words I say and
the way I say them LOL. I remember
the first few times we went to Walmart
and I said to the checker, “I’ve gotta
couple of cases of soda waters” and they
would say, WHAT? Hahaha, yeppers
it don’t matter if it’s my Mountain Dews
or Judy’s Pepsis, I call em soda waters.
My Pawpaw (my mom’s dad) got me to
calling them that. Him and grandmother
were like second parents to me. I spent
a lot of time with them working in the
garden and him and me out on the lake
fishing the nights away. I sure miss those
days. It would be great to be able to go
and relive those days, but it seems that
time has no problem with continuing on.
It has many paces, some fast and some
slow, but it never stops. I thank God
for all the good times that I was able to
live through as well as the lessons that
made me stronger. No, I’m not glad
I went through the bad times, but if I
hadn’t of, I would not be as strong of
a man as I am today. Thank You God
for all that You allowed in my life as
lessons and joy. Now I think I need to
begin my search back through all that
I have written here to see if I can find
a good word or phrase that I can use
for the title for today’s brand new poem.
So, it’s away I go to that place of my
recollection that I always like to call
RECOLLECT VILLE.   I think I found
a decent title just a few lines back in my
rambling and now after checking I see
that it has not been used yet, so used it
shall be.   Here goes…

Continuing On

Our pathways of life
might have a few rocks
time frames recalled
as a life of hard knocks.
Yet as we continue
to learn from our views
the passages of time
create a new news.
One that may blossom
into a great flower,
or one with lessons
to give us more power.
Look for the good
within all that you see,
for even the bad times
can help you and me.
Let God to guide you
between right and wrong
teaching you lessons
while continuing on.

©By Bill Pearce
Aug 25, 2019

I hope you liked the poem and maybe
even understood it 🙂 I also hope you
enjoyed all of my rambling. I think I
have told you all there is to tell other
than what I tell you every week and that
is, I wrote some more poems and haiku.
Yep, 10 more poems, but no extras :),
although there are 3 Christmas poems
in the mix. 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. I guess I’ll sneak in a
little info right here LOL. I’ll be 63
next Saturday 🙂 I’m getting old. Judy
and I have made plans on going to the
Governor’s Restaurant in Presque Isle
for my birthday 🙂 like we do every
year and I’ll more than likely do as I
always do hehehe and take pictures all
the way up there and back. So now I
believe it’s time for me to begin my lil
search for that hardly elusive off switch,
but not before I wish you 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 and I use the term trying to
hide very loosely LOL? Looking high
and low around the room. Hmm 🙂
is that you behind my little headset?
Yeppers, its you. What ya listening
to??? They’re not plugged in Hahaha.
Gotcha, see ya CLICK zzzzzzzzzzzzz.

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 and 22 hehehehehehehehehehe 🙂

Seem Like Glass

Just like a stream
the clearest flow
our lives at times
may come and go.
On some days
that rains release
the water will flow
with fluid peace.
Yet many moments
may seem wild
as glass refracted
times compiled.
You might even see
a fervent reflection
seeming like glass
in your perception.
A time you believe
was just a frame
as but a moment
for you to attain.
Countless times
that came to be
to help your eyes
to clearly see.
Life giving scenes
of a watery flow
instill their value
wherever they go.
Yet as time frames
come unto pass
we’ll still see things
that seem like glass.

©By Bill Pearce
Aug 20, 2019

Just Like Art

Synching our eyes
with young and old
can create art
as moments unfold.
Art like perceptions
become as a glance
filled with vibrations
as times of romance.
Just like a vision
a picture you took
life can become
what many forsook.
Yet with opened eyes
and seeing the views,
you might envision
a choice to choose.
Then to begin with
a picture or thought
to unleash dreams
that can’t be bought.
Seeming immortal
the pictures begin
as a phase of ways
that never really end.
So many pictures
can fade from sight
if we don’t hold them
within today’s light.
Look for the living
within every part
and find beginnings
that are just like art.

©By Bill Pearce
Aug 21, 2019

Floating Along

Often our peaceful
is hidden from view
as life floats by us
with an unnoticed hue.
Sometimes eyesight
is weaker in a way
that many only see us
just drifting away.
Just floating along
as a timeless dream,
but deep within us
we seek to scream.
Many only see us
outwards looking in
and don’t see clearly
our beginning to end.
Yet on some days
of our life thereunto
we’re with enjoyment
in waters of blue.
Just spending time
maybe singing a song
with life passing by us
while floating along.

©By Bill Pearce
Aug 22, 2019

Eve of Bliss

An evening falls
to give its shine
haze of sunlight
moments mind.
A winter scene
becomes the view
as eve of bliss
is fresh and true.
As remembered
the seasons show
a winter’s white
as fallen snow.
Seasons journeys
paint and draw
an eve of bliss
with Heaven’s awe.
Giving memoirs
for our minds
Christmas scenes
that time unwinds.
As an eve of bliss
and day to pass
we each remember
a shadow’s cast.
Such as scenes
of Christmas trees,
Christmas lights
and snowy seas.
The songs we sing
of the seasons kiss
are what live on
in an eve of bliss.

©By Bill Pearce
Aug 22, 2019

Brush of Life

Just like canvas
time becomes
new life painted
seasons suns.
Art of nature
of many styles
becomes as our
daily smiles.
Giving moments
time to breathe
a brush of life
to then perceive.
Many windows
we look through
are of lifetimes
with their view.
That of changes
wondrous ways
as a brush of life
paints the days.
Simple things
within our view
might have life
for me and you.
It may be a sky
with hazy tint
found to be
so heaven sent.
A brush of life
begins to paint
things so bold
or maybe faint.
Seasons bloom
times unfold
seconds passing
young to old.
With the blades
of grassy times
a brush of life
creates designs.

©By Bill Pearce
Aug 22, 2019

Winter’s Revival

Many love summer,
but only complain
of the heat that comes
along with the rain.
I am a winter one
and seek for the snow
timeless perceptions
and Christmassy glow.
A winter’s revival
is a great sight to see
a time that defines
what’s best for me.
Christmastime essence
as scenes come alive
when snowflakes fall
from the wintery skies.
A time I remember
and a time I look for
as a winter’s revival
just like times before.
Scenes as dreams
that live in my mind
as the magical places
become well defined.
Such an explosion
of beauty and love
as the season of joy
from Heaven above.
The time of year
I wait for its arrival
scenes snowy white
as a winter’s revival.

©By Bill Pearce
Aug 23, 2019

Miles of Dirt

Looking for time
on a old passageway
might find designs
of a so distant day.
Dust may have settled,
but time moves on
down an old dirt road
of a memorized song.
You might uncover
a track that was laid
by wheels of lifestyles
that began to fade.
With miles of dirt
there’s time and place
moments forgotten
that a few embrace.
So many years pass
with shadows we see
as the miles of dirt
create you and me.
We leave memories
in places we go,
that many perceive
in life to and fro.
Don’t just remember
the pain and hurt.
Look for the blessings
down miles of dirt.

©By Bill Pearce
Aug 23, 2019

Found in Reality

Snapping pictures
of a passing thought
helps to remember
what can’t be bought.
Found in memories
as seasons of trails
within our reality
and timeless details.
A mere photograph
can hold in its grasp
the reality of time
that’s come to pass.
We might see illusions
of when and where,
but pictures hold true
to then and there.
They may fade a bit
as time moves on,
but a photo still holds
what might be gone.
What we remember,
might not be clear
of a time or a place
of our yesteryear.
So take a picture
and hold it real tight,
for it might one day
shed some light.
Maybe of a photo
of a place you recall
found in reality
a time standing tall.

©By Bill Pearce
Aug 23, 2019

Scent of Christmas

An aroma in the air
displays in the mind
such a wonderful scene
that is Christmastime.
The scent can become
as a heartfelt array
with a fantastic sight
that comes out to play.
An old country house
becomes such a view
as snow falls upon it
with a magical hue.
The sight comes alive
with snow all around
and Christmas music
displays such a sound.
Jingle Bells playing
on an old radio
as scent of Christmas
joins with the snow.
The song Silent Night
gives a peaceful heart
as snowflakes fall
creating works of art.
The season unleashes
so many sights to see
as the twinkling of lights
on each Christmas tree.
Memories of the past
are written in the wind
as a scent of Christmas
comes around the bend.

©By Bill Pearce
Aug 24, 2019

Summer Green

Camera in hand
I snapped away
colors of summer
one distant day.
It was as a book
a time discerned
the green of life
as pages turned.
I found me a view
so heavenly free
a gift from God
that He gave me.
A phase of green
an awesome view
that came to life
so fresh and new.
Seeming a dream
my eyes open wide
I saw all around
as I came outside.
It brought me joy
a summer sight
a heavenly scene
the dawn of light.
The sweet aroma
so great to breathe
was from the grass
and nearby trees.
Such a blessing
a time well spent
brought me joy
to a great extent.
I felt refreshed
as it faded away
a summer green
of a distant day.
I now remember
so well that scene
a mindful moment
of summer green.

©By Bill Pearce
Aug 24, 2019

Haiku
for Aug 24, 2019

The stories we tell
might be but only fiction,
but some will believe.

The life of flowers
is that of a mere seedling
to when it’s again seed.

Treads of our shoes
leave often their impressions
where we do not wish.

Beyond what we see
there are images of time
that might not be false.

Tracking a moment
in the heat of a desire
could become trouble.

Knowing what exist
and not sure of what doesn’t
finds many in fear.

The seed of a life
is planted within a thought
that many don’t see.

Sunlight of daytime
brings forth many beginnings
that might not be good.

Soon after summer
autumn brings many colors
alive after death.

When finding yourself
you might be greatly surprised
at all that you are.

Beginnings we see
can most times be the endings
of another time.

When seeking a change
make sure you’re not losing life
that was much better.

The scent of liars
becomes a stench that exist
as ones emptiness.

Fires of lifetimes
are often started by hate
and put out with love.

Allowing haters
to create torment in you
gives them much power.

Caution to the wind
is like winds of tornadoes
that you just ignore.

Autumns leaves will fall
as colors become photos
that many will take.

Illusions of life
can often become our views
that no one else sees.

Various doorways
will become good or bad paths
according to choice.

Letting ones anger
to become as your anger
shows that you’re not sure.

Need of a lifetime
is not just water and food,
for we need to breathe.

The greater your mind,
the less chance of being swayed,
by a weaker mind.

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