ANIMAL’S GREETINGS
Hello my friends
It’s been yet another warm week that
has passed, but it’s finally cooling up
a bit with temps in the mid to upper
70’s. I did a little mowing and weed
eating yesterday and due to the meds
that my doctor has me on increasing
my fluid loss, I almost had a stroke,
I was sweating so profusely. I mean
I already get dehydrated quickly due
to not having a colon and much of
my small intestines, but sheesh, it
was 72 F degrees and I was sweating
as if it were a 100 🙂 I did manage to
get most of the mowing done in five
minute intervals :). I had to stop and
cool down often to keep from having
a stroke and there was a time or two
that I felt I was having a stroke as I
became dizzy and almost threw up,
but I made it. Hopefully the doctor
will have me off of those meds soon.
She prescribed them to relieve the
swelling in my feet, ankles and legs
that the other meds had caused, but
most of that swelling is gone now,
so hopefully she can get me set up
with a new prescription that will help
to lower my blood pressure and not
cause other issues such as swelling 🙂
Anyways, next topic. Right now it
is 70 F degrees at 12 noon. Not too
bad. Oh yea, we’ve finally got us
a place that sells fried chicken LOL.
We had a KFC a year or so ago, but
it has been long gone and the nearest
is 50 miles north of us. But now we
have a CHESTER’S located in the
Irving Truck Stop. The chicken is
good. We stopped Friday on the way
home from my doctors appointment
and I bought us a 12 piece meal and
we still have chicken for tonight LOL.
It makes the choices for fast food a
little better. LOL all we had before
was McDonald’s, Pizza Hut, Domino’s
or Chinese food. Judy and I like to
every once in a while get something
we do not have to cook. Not often,
but when we do, it’s nice to have a
choice. Oh yea, we do have Subway.
LOL while I’m rambling I guess I’ll
tell you of a little goof up I did that
you’ll notice when you read the poem
titles hehehe. I had written one poem
titled Time’s Doorway, but I forgot
about it and I wrote yet another titled
Time’s Doorways. I searched through
my previous poems to make sure that
I had not used it before, but failed to
remember that I had written one this
week, but thankfully the title is just
a little different LOL. So if you see
the second title, don’t think I that
I accidentally posted the same poem
twice 🙂 There’s not been much else
going on around this place. Other
than what I have told you. It has
been pretty much same old same old.
My doctor removed my stitches in my
shoulder Friday, being that was the
reason for my appointment hehehe.
God has been watching over us and
keeping angels around us to help us
when we’re in need. Thank You God
for all that You do for us and all that
You will surely do. AMEN. So, now
I reckon it’s time for me to have a lil
look back on 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. And so it’s
off I go to that place of my recollection
that I like to call RECOLLECT VILLE.
I believe I found a decent title near the
halfway mark in my rambling that has
not been used and LOL yes I checked
in this weeks poems as well hehehehe,
So, here goes…
The Choices
Many voices speaking
may make us confused
when hearing the choices
that so many refused.
Look for the truthful
within ones of time
and discover the choices
of a good and bad mind.
Seek for the blessings
that life has within
and choose the choices
that are lesser of sin.
Don’t let ones to confuse
your choices of today,
for they might be only
in a life full of gray.
Let God to guide you
with Heavenly voices
to show the pathway
much better the choices.
©By Bill Pearce
Aug 16, 2020
There ya go. I hope you like the poem.
I never know what I will write until it is
written 🙂 Anyways, I hope that you
enjoyed my rambling hehehe and it did
not bore you too terribly :). Judy just
brought me in some cereal for brunch,
so I’m eating and writing. It’s 72 F at
1 PM now which is still not all that bad.
So that’s about all I have for ya today
aside from what I tell you every week
and that is, I wrote some more poems
and haiku. Yeppers, 10 more poems
and 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 do believe it’s time for me to
begin my search for that silly hardly
elusive off switch, but not before I
wish you a truly blessings filled week.
Remember, Jesus loves you and we
do too. Okey dokey, so where can
that ornery off switch be attempting
to hide this time??? LOL come on
now, at least try to hide. Trying to
do sock puppets using my face mask
is not hiding hahaha. You are so silly!
Gotcha, see ya CLICK zzzzzzzzzzzz.
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 🙂
Tiny Stream
Passing sights
of colors collide
creating times
that cannot hide.
They are alive
as future designs
with a window
that time defines.
Rippling waters
an awesome event
displays a phase
a moment’s extent.
Showing a way
its waters bestow
a tiny stream
rain helps to flow.
A heart of life
a flowing dream
mimics us all
as a tiny stream.
©By Bill Pearce
Aug 11, 2020
Spectator’s View
Cloudy persuasions
timid at glance
might seem to sing
and also to dance.
Forming illusions
a wondrous array
a spectator’s view
a cloud filled day.
Scenery as artwork
in a sky of blue
compiled together
for a magical view.
Found as a canvas
of sky filled dreams
a spectator’s view
can be many things.
We might see sights
as cars and more
becoming a shape
our minds explore.
They will change
a moment’s display
a spectator’s view
from white to gray.
Just as a storybook
clouds are words
telling their stories
maybe with birds.
Becoming scenes
of then thereunto
as the sky unfolds
a spectator’s view.
©By Bill Pearce
Aug 11, 2020
Cold Remembrance
Summertime exposes
what some will dream
wintertime’s coolness
and a snowy cuisine.
The seasonal window
that opens to display
a cold remembrance
of a wintertime’s day.
Summertime scenes
might harness a smile,
but with the sunshine
make sweat compile.
So as we remember
a cool winter breeze
the summer’s essence
is under shade trees.
Find all the beauty
that now may bestow
and find what is best
in sunshine or snow.
There might be scenes
as dreams come true
ocean waves crashing
within a sea of blue.
Yet with the minutes
let seconds to pass on
creating sights to see
until they are gone.
Locate a dreamworld
as a wintertime dance
as one that displays
a cold remembrance.
©By Bill Pearce
Aug 11, 2020
Life Exposed
Just as a window
time gives views
scenes in scenes
times that infuse.
Distant doorways
will open and close
displaying scenes
a flower or rose.
You may even see
a moment’s pond
with life exposed
going on and on.
Let your pathway
within the mind
to find the peace
of time to time.
Don’t let a second
a mind proposed
to be only sad,
find life exposed.
©By Bill Pearce
Aug 12, 2020
The Sky’s Night Light
Nighttime transforms
the day into the dark
becoming as a dream
for ones to embark.
It glistens so brightly
in the sky up above
that large orb of light
as an essence of love.
With time ticking on
it creates a stage
with stars as actors
the coming of age.
Then comes the moon
with its story to tell
the sky’s night light
as life’s wishing well.
It begins as a voyage
as awaiting dreams
while it goes around
creating its scenes.
Some within starlight
of a twinkling view
and some as clouds
in a day sky of blue.
Many might envision
the starlight beyond
as the moon’s keeper
displaying its song.
That sight of illusions
that’s so very bright
is the orb of wonder,
the sky’s night light.
©By Bill Pearce
Aug 12, 2020
Running Home
When winds blow
our hearts desires
our wantings flow
as raging fires.
Seeking for home
for moments rest
running quickly
like a contest.
Two little doggies
run side by side
seeking for treats
when then inside.
It may be illusion
a time of the past
as two dogs ran
to get home fast.
Yet a mere photo
may show a zone
with our two dogs
running home.
©By Bill Pearce
Aug 12, 2020
Time’s Doorway
Opening portals
time is begun
just as windows
let in the sun.
Maybe the eyes
times explore
are as a window
or of a door.
Opening widely
to let time in
past and present
like the wind.
Times perceived
within a view
can surely show
what is true.
Becoming a life
a distant day
minutes exposed
time’s doorway.
©By Bill Pearce
Aug 13, 2020
Coming of Time
Roads of a journey
can become amiss
as time moves on
and creates its list.
It might become
as a seasonal view
the coming of time
of an old and anew.
Seeming a fairytale
in a mirror of time
life is as artwork
a mind to define.
Becoming seasons
of song and dance
the coming of time
shows its romance.
Seen as our rhythm
as we move along
tapping our feet
as we sing a song.
Joining moments
as a sunshine sky
the coming of time
gives its own reply.
It’s our reflections
down dusty roads
pathways designs
a moment bestows.
So many people
confuse the design
and miss the truth,
the coming of time.
©By Bill Pearce
Aug 13, 2020
Blue Persuasions
Emotional moments
can unleash a style
times of remembrance
that ripples compile.
Becoming as pictures
a heartbeat compels
forming a time frame
that memory swells.
Then as a stage door
our life may expose
memories of then days
that smell like a rose.
The art of a moment
might become a view
with blue persuasions
of then to be anew.
Grasping the seconds
as breath to breathe
time becomes patterns
for ones to perceive.
Find all the blessings
that Heaven displays
within the very heart
of the passing days.
We might see a time
that opens up wide
becoming as a window
we can look inside.
Don’t let the pictures
of special occasions
to become but only
as blue persuasions.
©By Bill Pearce
Aug 14, 2020
Time’s Doorways
Dwindling seconds
passing of ages
time is as a bridge
of different stages.
Formed as thought
a thinking array
life takes journeys
for a new display.
Searching for style
of another view
a time’s doorways
might then infuse.
Becoming a glance
a timeless scene
you might rekindle
a passing stream.
Moments emotions
within a phase
are as the minutes
a time’s doorways.
©By Bill Pearce
Aug 15, 2020
Haiku
for Aug 15, 2020
Living in a lie
can become a domino
with lies multiplied.
Needless arguments
can spawn many hurricanes
in midst of a storm.
Velocity of time
presents itself in your life
as it passes by.
Looking to the stars
you might discover a few
looking back at you.
Creating journeys
without knowing where to go
can end in trouble.
Beyond what we see
may be life of another
that we don’t perceive.
Riding down the road
you might pass a few houses
that give memories.
Glancing blows on life
can often put it to sleep
with essence of death.
Moments illusions
will sometimes seem factual,
but be only dreams.
Building perspectives
of a random idea
might turn up empty.
Challenging dewdrops
can find patience getting thin
as drops slowly form.
Painting a canvas
with but only your eyesight
can leave it empty.
Windows of our lives
show us the good and the bad
that may have regrets.
Storms raging at sea
can become story tellers
as waves start to write.
As a breath is breathed
it displays our life and death
within a moment.
Memories of fall
can enlighten the colors
inside of your mind.
Our words without thoughts
might be regretful later
as ones remember.
Various moments
can become shadows of life
without us knowing.
An old book of time
can become a way to live
either good or bad.
Shouting at loved ones
only lessens what they hear,
for it’s only noise.
Speaking too quickly
without knowing what is true
can make you the fool.
Amidst an echo
there is the true sound within
that lives on and on.
©By Bill Pearce
Aug 15, 2020
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