ANIMAL’S GREETINGS

Hello my friends

It’s a nice cool day here in New Limerick today.
Yeppers,  it’s 60 F degrees at 5 PM.  It looks a bit
rainy outside but not forecasting but 10% chance
for rain.  By looking at the weather for Texas I’m
glad I’m up here.  I see 3 digit temps in Texas  and
that’s way too hot for me.  I managed to get our
yard mowed,  but as fast as the grass is growing it
will need mowing again in the next few days LOL.
Oh well,  mowing the lawn is good exercise.  My
body feels like manure afterwards,  but still,  it is
exercise LOL.  Judy’s fixing to head to Walmart
and pick up a few necessities.  I’m gonna remain
here and try to finish this journal 🙂  We got some
rain Saturday,  but it was sort of brief.  Judy went
to craft night last night (Saturday night) and she
designed her a T shirt.  It was iron on designs night.
Hers came out very pretty.  I know she was happy
to be able to see her sisters and daughters as well
as her granddaughter.  Me and the boys/dogs stayed
here at home and I finished up with my poems and
haiku while the boys wandered back and forth from
the front door to back in here while they waited for
 Judy to get home.  Yeppers I knew when Judy got
home.  Rocky came running in here all ecstatically
with a dog toy in his mouth.  I said,  hmm,  mom
must be home LOL.  About that time I heard Judy
say,  I’m Home.   There’s not been much happening
around here lately.  It’s been pretty much the same
as always.  I’ve been writing more and more poems
creating tons more poetry pictures.  I’ve published
2 more books upping the count to 12 books and
I now have enough for 2 more books hehehe.  Yes
I write a lot.  Not much else to do around here LOL.
Hopefully as things settle down,  Judy and I can do
some picture taking drives and maybe even play a
little Miniature Golf.  That’s a few of our plans for
the summer.  Thankfully Judy and I enjoy most of
the same things 🙂  It’s sprinkling a little right now.
It’s 55 F degrees now at 6:30 PM.  These are temps
I can handle 🙂  It’s supposed to be in the 70’s all
week long,  so that’s not too bad.  LOL Rocky just
ran in here and growled and barked saying that he
needs to go outside and potty.  Benny lets him do
all the talking on the matter LOL.  Benny was at
the front door waiting for me.  I let them out and
they did their thing and then ran back up the steps
and were ready to come back inside.  Exciting huh!
LOL yea right….  Judy said she was gonna stop off
at Subway and bring us home sub sandwiches for
dinner so neither of us has to cook 🙂  It sounds as
though Judy is home.  The boys have gone ballistic.
LOL  They act as though she’s been gone for days.
Funny thing is,  dogs and I am assuming cats as
well do not understand time and so a second is an
hour and a minute is a day to them.  They act the
same whether it’s a moment or a day.  Judy and
I are still doing our part protecting ourselves from
that nasty virus.  Of course here in our home it’s
pretty much the same as always,  being it’s just
her and I and these 2 ornery boys.  God is still
watching over us.  We are so thankful for His
love and guidance as well as for the many angels
that He has watching over us.  Thank You God
for all that You’ve done for us and all that You
will do.  AMEN.  Now,  I believe it’s time for me
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 new
poem and so it’s away I go to that little place of
my recollections that I like to call RECOLLECT
VILLE.  I think I may have found a fairly decent
title just a few lines back and now after checking
I see that it has not been used as of yet,  so used
it shall be.  Here goes…

Love and Guidance

Stages of a lifetime
may seem as a mile
times we perceive as
maybe for a while.
Change is illusion
or so it might seem
as we look forwards
in midst of a stream.
Seeming as a ripple
or as a flow of desire
love and guidance
has much to acquire.
Becoming as a sight
or a time to behold
the minutes tick on
as lifetimes unfold.
Pouring as waters
as moments advance
blessings from God
is love and guidance.

©By Bill Pearce
June 7,  2020

There ya go.  I hope you liked the poem and
maybe even my rambling.  There’s not much
else to tell you.  Judy and I are getting hungry
and about ready to pounce on our sandwiches
and feed our faces 🙂  So I reckon all that’s left
to tell you is what I tell you every week 🙂  and
that is,  I wrote some more poems and haiku.
Yeppers,  10 more poems with 1 of them being
a bit Christmassy.  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 with that said I guess it’s time for
me to begin my search for that hardly elusive
off switch,  but not before I wish you a most
wonderful blessings filled week.  Remember,
Jesus loves you and we do too.  OK,  so where
can that ornery off switch be trying to hide
this time????   Aha,  I see ya,  hiding behind
my other computer monitor.  You might want
to try the art of blending in and not being
one to be seen fidgeting with the cords LOL.
Gotcha,  see ya CLICK zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

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

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Pearce’s Poetry Pictures 11
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Now it’s on with the poems and haiku
10 and 22 hehehehehehehehehehe 🙂

Autumn’s Memoirs

Life as the leaves
is many colors
seasons changing
so many like others.
Yet there are some
that only bestow
colors within which
you will never know.
With colors always
changing at glance,
yet well hidden
is all their expanse.
There may be sights
of seasons of times
hidden within them
leaf colored rhymes.
Many are lifetimes
memoirs of words
seasonal changes
maybe with birds
Seasons of windows
create many sights
some in the daytime
some in the nights.
Time is a painter
seasonal voice
found with colors
which many rejoice.
Leaves are swaying
as twinkling stars
colors within them
as autumn’s memoirs.

©By Bill Pearce
June 1,  2020

The Trail Begins

When we’re walking
times may display
a load of lessons
day unto day.
Enlightened as time
displays a view
life shows a path
to head on to.
Found as a new way
a new day’s design
a path might be
 a point in time.
For as it puts forth
new sights to see
you might discover
a time’s history.
Our time’s often life
that we portrayed
as only a window
a view we made.
As seasons are seen
on pathways ride
we might be found
a shadow’s stride.
So many memories
of a point in time
might be illusions
inside our mind.
Yet when directions
come to an end
that’s the moment
the trail begins.

©By Bill Pearce
June 1,  2020

Eve of Rain

Life is a painting
a portrait of mind
presented by sight
as seconds entwine.
Formed as a door
to a window view
as an eve of rain
becomes brand new.
The minutes pass
and the stage is set
creating a moment
you’ll never forget.
Time becomes life
of a painted style
scented of sights
that gently compile.
Becoming a view
as a time to attain
blessings from God
with an eve of rain.

©By Bill Pearce
June 2,  2020

Someplace in Mind

So many designations
might be reflections
as seasons of desire
heartbeats affections.
Challenged by thought
of a personal gain
as somewhere in mind
shows times to attain.
There might be scenes
as a planted field
flowing as waters
with sections to yield.
Grass might encompass
this magical sight
while moving forwards
to daylight and night.
Living within a dream
of a magical stage
there may be silos
and a red barn of age.
Becoming as reflections
of times long ago
we found as someplace
that is now all aglow.
Discovered memories
life might become
essence of beauty
bright summers sun.
You may find a place
a wondrous design
that’s still in existence
as someplace in mind.

©By Bill Pearce
June 3,  2020

Dreamer’s Bridge

Across a journey
displays a time
as dreams become
a life’s design.
A bridge with flair
enhances the way
as paths to the past
and also to today.
Dreamers seconds
become as hours
as ones look to see
all of the flowers.
This bridge begins
a journey of age
a book with stories
a turn of a page.
Dreamer’s bridge
displays desire
moments emotions
to daily acquire.

©By Bill Pearce
June 3,  2020

It’s About Peace

We might get lost
in our many choices
with ones shouting
in many voices.
Peace is a moment
a time to begin
turning away anger
letting love enter in.
Our time’s wasted
on the hate of others
because of their life
or of their colors.
Peace needs to find
a place to start
a home deep within
our beating heart.
So many look on
not seeking to cease
and not realizing
it’s about peace.

©By Bill Pearce
June 5,  2020

Awaiting Flight

Pondering status
awaiting to soar
time is a moment
so many adore.
Stepping in sync
with now and then
the sky above us
becomes as wind.
Clouds flying by
above the trees
seeming like waves
within the seas.
So many sights
become as pages
displaying minutes
of scenic stages.
Seeming timeless
life is attained
with ones awaiting
all that remained.
Look to the sky
and find a reason
a life deep within
a certain season.
Moments of life
might surely show
times and places
that we’re to go.
Though it needs
us to each unite
loving one another
awaiting flight.

©By Bill Pearce
June 5,  2020

Choose Your Road

Time is a journey
with phases of styles
giving us memories
as it compiles.
A minute becomes
as a day and time
on roads we choose
within design.
We might fall prey
to phantoms sight
choices we choose
wrong or right.
Each road displays
a pathway to find
that then becomes
a point in time.
So take good care
when carrying a load
think real clearly to
choose your road.

©By Bill Pearce
June 5,  2020

Essence of Peace

Now is a doorway
a time to begin
an essence of peace
as a gentle wind.
Life is a window
a seasonal view
an essence of peace
for me and you.
We need to open
our eyes to see
an essence of peace
prayer is the key.
Find a perspective
best to perceive
an essence of peace
to then interweave.
Allow for prayerful
to give you release
as you encompass
an essence of peace.

©By Bill Pearce
June 6,  2020

Winter’s Field

Intertwined moments
turnstiles of time
Christmas persuasions
display as a rhyme.
Seeming as a portrait
without a face
winter’s field becomes
a magical place.
Trees within a moment
become as a bond
uniting the viewpoints
dusk unto dawn.
Snow covered visions
in scenic details
are as living windows
a moment prevails.
With beginnings begun
as timeless cuisines
 a field that’s of winter
becomes as dreams.
Created by snowflakes
as time gives way
a winter’s field shows
a wondrous display.
One of enlightenment
more of a glow
a stage of Christmas
and wintertime snow.
Time prevails purpose
for all of its yield
as magical doorways
within winter’s field.

©By Bill Pearce
June 6,  2020

Haiku
for June 6,  2020

Tomorrow’s sunrise
might be hidden in a breeze
that’s filled full of prayer.

Many illusions
are but only in our minds
as they’re really real.

Living for today
can create many problems
as it passes by.

Finding reflections
of ourselves in the shadows
can teach us lessons.

A springtime cloudburst
can bring life to many things
or cause destruction.

Disturbing factoids
that have not been verified
can cause much regret.

Chance is a fraction
that so many never use,
because they’re afraid.

When now meets a door
there is a doorknob to turn
or to walk away.

The faces of time
are found in people we meet
and the things we see.

Many directions
lead to many decisions
with choices to choose.

Carrying a grudge
can create much misery
within your own life.

Facing your problems
can open the door to peace
as the problems fade.

Our reality
is often formed desires
that we brought to life.

When loosing your faith
take a step back and rewind
and then say a prayer.

Finding an answer
to a question that you have
might be misleading.

Grimacing faces
become the tellers of lies
with the clowns of life.

Formidable ties
are often the connections
of now and again.

Summer’s desires
are the makers of sunburns
when swimming too long.

Within and without
become our focus on life
as we are wanting.

Life as a dreamer
can become reality,
but not always good.

Tomorrows journey
often begins with today
as it’s thought about.

Within reflections
there might be hidden feelings
that live deep inside.

©By Bill Pearce
June 6,  2020

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