Monthly Archives:February 2018

ANIMAL’S GREETINGS

Hello my friends

It’s been a slow passed week for me being
I was not feeling very well,  but I’m feeling
much better.  OK maybe not the greatest,
but I feel better 🙂  LOL I don’t think that
I’ll ever feel wonderful until I lose this old
body of mine.  It’s been down far too many
unpaved roads.  My suspension is worn to a
frazzle and my caboose is falling apart with
my engine missing a few cylinders :).  This
old body has been through hell LOL.  Oh
well,  life continues on as it will.  So it’s on
with the journal.  This passed week hasn’t
been too eventful.  Of course as I said in
last weeks late posted journal,  we had a
visit from our grandson.  Due not feeling
well,  I hadn’t written anything this week
until about Thursday,  but I finally got my
wind back and my sails filled with words 🙂
The weather has been unseasonably warm
the past week or so.  We’ve still got tons of
snow,  but it hasn’t snowed much,  other
than a few flurries.  We are though expecting
some snow in a few hours.  Maybe a couple
of inches or so.  Right now at 2 PM it’s 24
degrees Fahrenheit.  Not too bad,  not too
bad at all.  By the looks of the clouds in the
sky,  it could start snowing any minute now.
Judy is still in bed.  She said she was going
to get a little more sleep.  We don’t go to
bed until the early morning being that we
are both night owls LOL.  I’ll get her up
in a bit and fix her and I something to eat.
Yesterday (Saturday) we went up to Caribou
for a visit with her oldest daughter and see
their new house.  Judy’s youngest daughter
and Christian were there as well.  We had
a great visit.  Mandy fixed us dinner. We
couldn’t stay long being we had to leave
the boys home in their crates.  Judy and I
stopped off at KFC/Taco Bell and picked
us up some dinner for later on that night.
I finished up with my writing later on in
the night.  I only had a couple more poems
to write along with my haiku.  I took a lot
of pictures yesterday on our trip up north
of us.  LOL I didn’t take but 1 or 2 pictures
all week,  so I made up for it yesterday 🙂
I had to stop and fix us some much belated
breakfast.  Judy got up.  Anyways,  I fixed
us some pancakes and sausage.  She loves
my pancakes 🙂  I always make enough for
2 days, so we can have pancakes tomorrow
as well 🙂  Our grandson Christian loves it
when grandpa makes pancakes LOL.  So,
what else is there to tell ya?  Oh yea,  It’s
snowing and I saw the neighbors kids out
in the field playing, so I went out and took
a few pictures of them.  LOL they saw me
and came a running and hollering BILL.
They all ended up in the snow in front of
our house posing for me so I would take
a few pictures of them Hahaha.  I had to
get back to the pancakes.  I had put butter
on them and stuck them in the microwave
to melt the butter.  They asked me if I’d
come back out later and I told them maybe,
but I can’t promise.  I said I have a lot of
writing yet to do.  So,  we ate our pancakes
and I’m back to finish this up.  God has
most surely blessed our home.  We do have
a few struggles,  but we survive.  Of course
our lives are not guaranteed to always be
rosy.  There are thorns that can pop out
at any given moment.  All we can do is to
do our best and let God have His way as
He guides our lives be it bumpy or smooth.
Thank You God for helping us to grow
with the lessons that life throws our way.
Now,  I believe it’s time for me to begin my
little journey 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 may have found a decent title at the very
beginning of my rambling and now after
checking I see that I have not used it as of
yet,  so used it shall be 🙂  Here goes…

Unpaved Roads

Seasons milestones
are the stage
as we drive down
journeys age.
Unpaved roads
of lessons learned
bring in view
a time discerned.
Seconds porthole
becomes divine
looking back on
points of time.
Unpaved roads
we’ve walked upon
often shows how
time moves on.
In our memoirs
without words
unpaved roads
are flocks of birds.
Seasons story
time unloads
written on some
unpaved roads.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 25,  2018

There ya go.  I hope you enjoyed the poem
and maybe even my rambling,  but if not 🙂
sorry.  I did the best I could today.  Maybe
you’ll like next weeks :),  who knows LOL.
Well,  I wonder if there is anything that I’ve
forgotten to tell you.  Hmm,  nope nothing
I can think of and if I do happen to think of
something,  I’ll put it in next weeks article.
So there ya go.  Now I believe it’s time for
me to tell you what I tell you almost every
week and that is,  I wrote some more poems
and haiku.  Yeppers,  10 more poems but
with no extras this week and no Christmas
poems.  I also wrote once again 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 think it’s time to begin my
search for that hardly elusive off switch,
but not before I wish you a joyful weekend
or whatever’s left of it and a truly blessings
filled week.  Remember,  Jesus loves you
and we do too.  So OK,  where’s that ornery
off switch trying to hide this week?  Hmm,
I think I spy with my 1 good eye my nose
drops bottle slightly moving side to side 🙂
Yep,  I see ya you little whippersnapper.
You seem to never learn to stay still do ya.
Gotcha,  see ya CLICK zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

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 🙂

As We Dream

Reliving Christmas
in a scene of white
is then so often
a joyful delight.
Moments come true
as time comes alive
while we imagine
the dreams to arrive.
A dream in daytime
can often portray
a scene for a moment
in a whitish array.
Christmas in essence
can become so true
found as we dream
of this wonderful view.
Allowing our minds
to drift in the scene
we can find Christmas
when then as we dream.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 22,  2018

Crystallized

Skies of sunshine
and ice that’s glazed
time is a turnstile
so Heavenly made.
Life is a vision
a pattern to see
maybe crystallized
a slight degree.
Found as blessings
the scenes become
as time’s crystallized
in the evening sun.
Then while passing
the moments so sweet
they glisten brightly
as wintertime’s treat.
With every second
that minutes portray
time’s crystallized
in a magical way.
Seen as a journey
a moment comprised
this is what’s found
as time’s crystallized.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 22,  2018

Bay Of Oars

Rowing minds
of certain stage
bring in view
our age to age.
A bay of oars
begins its view
seasons scenes
in waters blue.
We might find
a certain path
within our minds
of aftermath.
We might row
to certain scenes
seeking for some
better dreams.
Time rekindles
a bay of oars
as we seek for
distant shores.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 23,  2018

Magnificence

Seeming near,
but real faraway
are views we see
from day unto day.
Its magnificence
brings its own style
a moment’s view
that times compile.
Hopes and dreams
begin their quest
a journey seen
from east to west.
As sight is gained
and time’s attuned
north and south
is then consumed.
Magnificence is
a moments gaze,
that is found
in wondrous ways.
An autumn stage
of life with style
that time began
to give a smile.
For as the scene
envelops sight
its magnificence
is day unto night.
With every second
that’s continued on
its magnificence
is never gone.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 23,  2018

Finding Ourselves

A journey through
to thick and thin
often makes circles
right back then again.
Finding ourselves
on pathways of time
often details as
a foot trodden rhyme.
Various echoes
of our own we see
are often just found
as a mere memory.
Finding ourselves
on crossroads of life
often seems sheerer
than blades of a knife.
Throughout doorways
pathways we find
time has a way of
distorting our mind.
While finding ourselves
we might find a view
a time so divine
God gave me and you.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 23,  2018

Bridge Of Time

Beyond what is seen
and all that we view
an old bridge of time
might have life for you.
Its very own existence
of an old walking trail
might be of a time frame
that heartbeats entail.
Pulling ones together
as the old bridge is seen
high above a river
or a fast moving stream.
This is the beginning
of a futures display
as the old bridge of time
sees ones walk away.
Leaving in the shadows
of each ones accord
a bridge of time finds
that more climb aboard.
Beginning their journey
to another fine shore
across the bridge of time
they may of been before.
Seeking a few answers
on this old bridge of time
many will continue
their pathways to find.
We each have a journey
our footsteps must take
with an old bridge of time
and a future to make.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 23,  2018

Grass Of Summer

Fields of green
and skies of blue
bring to life
a wonderful view.
An old brown barn
of summertime
becomes a sight
within the mind.
Grass of summer
is just like paint
a time and place
that’s not too faint.
It is a memory
a place I recall
found in summer
long before fall.
The green entwines
what times embrace
a summer scene
with Heaven’s face.
It seems as gold
with price so grand
the grass of summer
a place to stand.
Those memories
of times gone by
are alive and well
to not run dry.
Grass of summer
is a point of view
a scene a dream
beneath sky of blue.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 23,  2018

Well Of Love

Cloudy skies of life
are as a canvas white
with a mixture of gray
for time to ignite.
Beneath the scene
is a well of love
a fervent times mixture
from Heaven above.
As green grass grows
it becomes as a bed
a place for a well
and thirst to be fed.
The well of love
is a moments embrace,
with peace surrounding
a much needed taste.
This is not a dream
and it’s not a mirage.
It’s a place for a taste
of a moments massage.
Kneading the heart
into a timeless display
the true well of love
is a wonderful way.
It is but a moment
that can seem as year
as ones own perception
is sight that they hear.
Heard as a dewdrop
a seasonal sound,
the well of love
can always be found.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 23,  2018

Dark Clouds

Shapes of skies
with clouds array
are often forms
a little gray.
Life remembered
moments viewed
dark clouds then
are misconstrued.
Scenes recorded
times we’ve seen
might become a
moments dream.
Forming patterns
within our style
as our dark clouds
then compile.
We might wonder
we might wait
to find what’s in
the time and date.
Dark clouds form
as time moves on
but soon are seeds
to make us strong.
Beyond the view
we might not see
how that we grow
from history.
Truth is the story
our lives display
blessings are found
in moments of gray.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 24,  2018

Journey’s End

The stage is set
for you and I
as we search for
when and why.
Time is ticking
bringing in view
our journey’s end
for me and you.
The path is laid
as time moves on
our journey’s end
is there and gone.
Within our view
we might foresee
hopes and dreams
God’s given free.
Our perspective
might not be right
as journey’s end
comes into sight.
We have choices
stand or move
in our journeys
daily groove.
Maybe some hills
within your view
are leaving life
a little askew.
Life’s a number
times transcend,
God gives grace
at journey’s end.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 24,  2018

Haiku
for Feb 24,  2018

Without any rain
our plants would wither and die
as the same for us.

Life is misleading
as it displays many doors
that are not for us.

Counting your blessings
might cause a lot of sorrow
when you miscount them.

As we are walking
our shadows will follow us
even in the dark.

The truth is a rose
as it blooms of its beauty
for a moment’s life.

The thorns of our lives
are the choices that we choose
and blame on others.

The past is the past
and the present is right now,
so don’t hold anger.

Baggage that we’ve packed
can be choices that we’ve chose
that turned out wrongly.

A page in a book
might not be like all the rest,
for the book has changed.

Tomorrows stories
can be ancient history
in anothers eyes.

The wells of desire
fill the hearts of ones wantings
that might not be good.

Winter speaks volumes
as snow becomes a story
that some never see.

Various people
live a secretive lifestyle
that’s behind closed doors.

Sunshine of summer
paints a vision in the sky
that fills ones with love.

Beyond what we see
can be a dream that comes true
that’s waiting for us.

Lost in perception,
many views on tomorrow
are not so correct.

A forest of trees
holds some memories in place
of a distant past.

As seconds tick on
the minutes gather hours
that turn into days.

Changing direction
does not guarantee the truth,
for you might be wrong.

Found in a raindrop
is a portion of a cloud
that tried to hang on.

Charged with energy
a battery can give life
until it runs dry.

Right now is a time
that many forget about
until it passes.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 24,  2018

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ANIMAL’S GREETINGS

Hello my friends

I’m writing this a day late being our grandson
Christian sent me a message Saturday asking
if he could come and spend the weekend with
us.  Saturday night was Judy’s craft night over
at her sister’s house and so Christian went with
his mom and then rode home with Judy.  It’s
always great to have him come and stay with
us.  We stayed up late watching funny videos
on Youtube LOL.  Sunday we spent the day
watching more funny Youtube videos hehehe.
It will be a sad day when he no longer wants
to come and spend time with us.  Kids grow
up and get busy with their own lives.  I’m sad
about my getting too busy for my own grand
parents.  If I could change that,  I would,  but
the past is the past.  So,  I totally am thrilled
when I hear “Hey Grandpa can I come and stay
for the weekend” 🙂  It brings me joy when I
hear him say “Hey Grandpa,  look a this” 🙂
Helena (his mom) came and got him just a
little bit ago and we all sat in the living room
and chatted.  They’re gone now and it’s just
Judy, I and the boys Benny and Rocky now.
So next topic.  Well last week was a fairly
peaceful one.  For Valentines Day,  Judy and I
went to Subway and got some sub sandwiches
to bring home and eat while we watched TV.
Judy said that was what she wanted to do for
Valentines Day and so that’s what we did 🙂
I didn’t take many pictures last week being
when we did get out,  the sun was going down.
I have been busy writing poetry though and
Judy has done a few more paintings.  Life
at the Pearce’s Place can be rather boring to
onlookers,  but we enjoy life in our own way.
I’ll be happy when the Olympics is over with.
It cuts into some of our favorite TV programs.
Neither of us is a sports fan.  LOL the only
thing that is near sports related that we like
to watch is American Ninja Warrior hehehe.
We used to watch a game called Wipeout,
but it reached its last season in Sept of 2014.
Nope,  as far as real sports,  neither of us
is interested.  We have many TV programs
that we love to watch,  but the Olympics has
put them off air for how ever long that it
is that the Olympics is on.  I’m hoping it’s
almost done.  Judy’s checking right now to
see if there is anything on to watch tonight.
Please let there be something on hehehehe.
While she’s checking I guess I’ll continue
on with my rambling LOL.  It looks as
though this weeks temperatures will melt
a lot of this ice and snow,  but it’s looking
like we might get some more snow by the
end of the week as the temperature begins
its drop once again.  My weather program
says we might get a little snow tonight,  but
as I said,  it will melt with the temperatures
in the upper 30’s tomorrow and the upper
40’s Wednesday.  After that though it looks
like the temperature is dropping to the 20’s.
So beginning Thursday,  we will be back
to freeze ville LOL.  The weather has been
weird the last few weeks.  It’s still white
outside and you can go snow blind on a
sunny day.  We’re still enjoying life as best
that we can.  There will always be a few
bumps in life,  but they make the rest of
life more enjoyable.  Thank You God for
all that You have done for us and for that
You will do and thank You for giving us
protection.  So I reckon it’s time for me to
begin my journey back through all that
I’ve written here to see if I can find a good
word or phrase that I 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.
LOL I think I found a fairly decent title
just a few lines back.  It surprises me being
the title is pretty simplistic hehehe and
after looking I saw that I had not used it
as of yet 🙂  so used it shall be.  Here goes…

Tonight

Nights of life
that days reveal
are often sights
with less appeal.
Tonight just might
become a phase
a time of life
for dreams to gaze.
They can also
become a void
nightmares from
a life deployed.
Fill your days
with good attitude
of which tonight
can use as food.
A taste of time
that’s without plight
to fill your dreams
you have tonight.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 19,  2018

There ya go.  I hope you liked the poem and
maybe even understood it.  Also I hope you
enjoyed my rambling,  but if not,  as I’ve said
many times before,  SORRY hehehe.  Maybe
next time.  Well Judy didn’t find much for us
to watch tonight.  Kindred Spirits and then I
guess it’s game shows after that 🙂  I’m about
ready for dinner.  I turned on the oven for
Judy about 30 minutes ago to let it heat up.
LOL our stove is right against the outside
wall and it has to fight the cold to get warm.
🙂 If it was facing the interior of the house it
wouldn’t be so bad,  but it’s not.  Anyways,  she
just went in to start cooking.  We’re having
fish and chips/fries.  So,  I wonder if I have
anything thing important that I’ve forgotten.
Nope,  I think I have told ya all that’s going
on around here.  I guess it’s time  for me to
tell you what I tell you almost every week
and that is,  I wrote some more poems and
haiku.  Yeppers,  10 more poems with 5 extra.
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.  So Ok,  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 blessings filled week.
Remember,  Jesus loves you and we do too.
Now,  where can that ornery pff switch be
hiding this time.  it’s had an extra day to
find a hiding spot.  Hmm,  I think I see
something hanging on to Rocky’s hair for
dear life LOL.  Looking a little winded
there dude hehehe.  Did Rocky give the
ride of your life?  Hahaha you won’t do
that again huh hehehe.  I bet you’re tired.
Gotcha,  see ya CLICK zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

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+5 and 22 hehehehehehehehehehe 🙂

Waiting On Trains

Pebbles are counted
as minutes of time
while waiting patiently
seeking for a sign.
A train of a dreamer
that carries inside
hopes for tomorrow
within today’s ride.
Waiting on trains
to come and display
moments of grandeur
a dreamers array.
Yet as we’re waiting
we might conceive
a new day to dawn
that’s better to weave.
Time might unleash
a portion of pains
while you are standing
waiting on trains.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 12,  2018

Beholders Eyes

Skies awakening
bring forth a view
scenes come alive
with wonderful hue.
Clouds might form
and become alive
as we then one day
go for a drive.
Life is so magical
as gray clouds above
patterns forming
filled full of love.
The beholders eyes
might look and see
more in a moment
than you and me.
For as the glimmers
are found in the skies
beauty is forming in
the beholders eyes.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 12,  2018

Years Are Life

Weathered emotions
are counted like rain
drops of an ocean
upon a windowpane.
Life is as an actor
with scripts in time
thoughts of emotion
that so many find.
Formed as minutes
and counted as hours
the years are life
a moment empowers.
Dusk is perception
and morning awaits
creating a journey
that time participates.
An old house standing
might have a view
with stories to tell
from old days to new.
The years are life
as time marches on
painting the pictures
to never be gone.
They are remembered
as seasons in frame,
yet when weathered
they look not the same.
So many memories
are wood to a knife
whittled into existence
showing years are life.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 12,  2018

The Sky Awaits

Mindful emotions
become as a glance
filled full of scenes
that give us romance.
Living as a time
within our own views
moments perception
gives right to choose.
Choice of a glimmer
a sight which to see
as the sky awaits
with time given free.
Seeming to explode
as a canvas of white
God displays clouds
up above taking flight.
Seeming as a painting
that time delegates
Heaven becomes seen
as the sky awaits.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 13,  2018

A Snowmobile’s Trail

Cruising through winter
in white fallen snow
a snowmobile’s trail
is seen to and fro.
Journeys to one way
and journeys thereunto
a snowmobile’s trail
gives a familiar view.
Watching them roaming
and traveling about
the snowmobile’s travels
shows a seasonal route.
Time is the keeper
of the snow driven ways
as a snowmobile’s trail
is one day out of phase.
Yet as the snow falls
it gives more to do
as snowmobilers drive
on white snow brand new.
They might head across
a field yet explored
or drive on with others
to seek views reward.
Times they remember
as trails become time
a snowmobile’s path
is for winters design.
Roaming through snow
maybe going too fast
they might miss the views
of a snowmobile’s path.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 13,  2018

Reflective Souls

Types of beauty
times bestow
signs of life
a daily show.
We so often
will look away
and not see
the day to day.
Reflective souls
of passing scenes
become a gaze
within our dreams.
Life’s a doorway
times to view
that God made
for me and you.
We are a part
of natures roles
so let’s unite
reflective souls.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 13,  2018

We’re Losing Sight

We often seek
our different view
instead of seeing
what’s really true.
We often avoid
a time and date
when we’re found
we’re filled with hate.
We’re losing sight
of who we are
as our emotions
stoop too far.
The days parade
might truly consist
of times of our lives
that we have missed.
We might one day
look back with fright
being remorseful
for we’re losing sight.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 14,  2018

Time Forgotten

A brush with time
creates a theme
a time within
a certain scene.
A forgotten life
of living proof
old wood studs
and leaky roof.
We might perceive
the certain sight
a moments time
with dimmer light.
But the story’s
deeper than that
for it displays
a welcome mat.
A living breathing
sight to see
time forgotten
our history.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 14,  2018

Our Life Together

With hearts united
we became as one
time then became
as seconds to none.
We are as memoirs
a journey in time
our life together
as Heaven sent wine.
We’ve created times
alive to be seen
our life together
a magical dream.
Found as a heartbeat
connected with peace
our life together
gives joyful release.
We’re now conjoined
as two hearts in love
our life together
from Heaven above.
You are my Valentine
and I am yours too
our life together
from old to anew.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 14,  2018

To Judy Pearce
From Bill Pearce

Distant Sun

Evenings shadows
sky of phase
the distant sun
right then displays.
Time is colored
orange to gold
as the sun shines
to surely unfold.
Scenes delivered
in evening sky
the distant sun
bids us goodbye.
Leaving essence
in the sky of eve
as it continues
what we perceive.
The distant sun
falls from sight
giving way for
the dark of night.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 15,  2015

Within The Mind

We’re as boats
that drift about
seeking pathways
in and out.
Floating drifting
time portrays
what we do in
future days.
As we’re floating
we might see
waves of life
to set us free.
But we might just
lose our path
if we’re rowing
way to fast.
Take each day
with cautions stride
and don’t let
your greed inside.
Within the mind
there is a place
a time of life
that’s out of pace.
Seasons sunshine
comes to be
life we wish for
but can’t see.
Don’t get antsy
row with peace
within your mind
let hurry cease.
Say a prayer
and take your oars
and then row
to peaceful shores.
Allow your stride
of life’s design
to find some peace
within the mind.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 15,  2018

Through The Emptiness

Our longing desires
of wanted arrays
can bring many problems
in oh so many ways.
Ones empty heartedness
sought for with greed
can become emptiness
what they do not need.
Through the emptiness
time will be found
holes in their future
as they look around.
Time has a way of
bringing forth the truth
and making ones feel like
the pulling of a tooth.
Yanking on perspectives
as wantings fall prey
to that of the future
on some distant day.
You might find regret
through all you’ve done
and wish for a change in
your passed setting sun.
Don’t let your passed
to delegate who you are,
seek for much better
you learned from afar.
Those times remembered
can be teachers of life
as our wantings change
the seasons of strife.
Through the emptiness
our lessons can grow
displaying hopefully
a new way to go.
Use what you’ve learned
to be a better display
for through the emptiness
can be a better day.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 16,  2018

Enhancing Styles

As ones embrace
for minutes passed
the scenes right then
might move too fast.
Looking beyond
what’s here right now,
might lose its depth
that times endow.
Enhancing styles
of wondrous thoughts
can often appear
as a moment lost,
for changing the view
of truths display
can also lose tract
of the good today.
So look at the views
as flowers will bloom
times we encounter
from April to June.
Seek for the blessings
look for the smiles
and you might see
some enhancing styles.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 16,  2018

Stay Focused

Keep your eyes opened
and look for the scenes
a portion of a moment
with ball on the greens.
Don’t let distractions
to mess up your view.
Try and stay focused on
what that is true.
Sometimes a person
will come in your way
distracting your steps
from day unto day.
So stay focused now
don’t lose your stride.
Keep your eyes opened
on your life changing ride.
Don’t let a liars din
to deceive what is true.
Try and stay focused on
what’s good for you.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 16,  2018

Guiding Spirits

Guiding spirits
voices true
bring us visions
old and new.
As we wander
with our ways
guiding spirits
fill our days.
Some are silent
actions found
when we one day
look around.
Though we may
see not a thing
guiding spirits
shout and sing.
Giving passage
things to learn
and some bridges
found to burn.
Look within you
see the flame
guiding spirits
times attain.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 17,  2018

Haiku
for Feb 17,  2018

Now is just breathing
awaiting a chance in life
for it to perform.

As seasons expire
they leave a few memories
as their reminders.

Losing direction
doesn’t mean that you’re hopeless
if you learn from it.

Time is just a breeze
that blows in with a journey
for seconds to count.

Patterns of a rose
are as sequences of spring
to live through summer.

So many through time
attempt to hurry their lives
and not enjoy it.

Allowing problems
to be all that you can see
you’ll miss the answers.

Windows of our lives
often need a little rain
to wash off the filth.

If we look around
we might see a few moments
that we missed before.

The grass of summer
lives as a mere memory
through fall and winter.

Within our footsteps
are the footprints left behind
that others may see.

Traveling memoirs
are as echoes of the mind
that you revisit.

Today’s beginnings
will have some endings as well
for it’s par the course.

Pleasantness is found
when looking beyond sadness
and seeing blessings.

Snowflakes of winter
are as unique emotions
falling from the sky.

Signatures of time
are often rustic details
that we call antiques.

When starving your mind
and not allowing lessons,
it will never grow.

Many a footstool
is just a person of life
that has given up.

Within the darkness
there might be a little light
to show you the way.

Tomorrows blessings
are awaiting their time frame,
so deal with today.

In fear of spiders
ones will often run away
no matter the size.

Shadows of ourselves
are often all that ones see
and not who we are.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 17,  2018

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ANIMAL’S GREETINGS

Hello my friends

It’s snowed a bit more up here and I’ve had
to use our snow blower twice this week LOL.
Yep,   gotta love it and I do love snow hehehe.
BUT,  I don’t like it when it begins melting
creating slush and then refreezing making it
is as a horrid ice skating disaster looking for
a place to happen LOL.  I guess ya gotta take
the bad with the good.  That’s life for ya 🙂
So,  I guess it’s on to another topic.  Judy’s
cell phone literally died the other day and we
had to buy her another one.  The one she had
was a hand me down from her sister Trudy.
It was old.  Anyways,  we got a deal on this
one.  It’s a 2017 model so we got it cheap,  but
it is brand new.  She’s been learning how to
use it being it is little bit different than her
old cell phone.  I would not of insisted on her
getting another phone if not for all of the
driving that she does.  We only need one
cell phone.  She does most of the driving 🙂
Our landline suits me fine.  Actually it suits
both of us just fine.  She only uses the cell
phone for emergencies and a few of her apps
such as Fitbit.  Life is fairly mundane here
at the Pearce’s Place LOL.  Judy got some
more paints and canvases and has done a
few more paintings.  I’ve used a few of them
for poetry pictures 🙂  I wish our books would
start selling,  but I guess it will happen when
it happens LOL and it might be when I am
dead and gone.  No matter,  I’ll keep writing
as long as my mind is still working and I
can see what I am doing hehehe.  Judy and
I are just gonna hang around the house this
week being we did all of our shopping last
week.  Of course we might need to one time
or another go to the store to get eggs or
milk,  but that’s about it.  Right now it’s
27 F degrees at 4 PM and that’s not too bad.
I have been busy going back through all
of mine and Judy’s photos of years passed
to find good ones to use for my poetry.  I
have found quite a few winners.  Plus of
course I am always taking pictures.  So it
seems I will have much to write about as
long as my old brain don’t burn out LOL.
Benny and Rocky are doing well.  They
have been enjoying playing in the snow
with me.  They are not afraid of the snow
blower either LOL.  It seems they will
park themselves right in the middle of my
path just to have some snow thrown their
way hehehe.  Hehehe it was funny,  Rocky
went into the deep snow to hide from me
and then popped out when I came with the
snow blower.  LOL those boys are funny.
Thank You God for all that You’ve done
for us and all that You will do.  I would
not want to go through life without You.
I guess it’s time for me to be taking my
little trip back through all that I have
written here to see if I can find me a 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 fairly decent title about
half way back in my rambling hehehehe.
Now to see if I can do anything with it.
Here goes…

Fairly Mundane

Boring moments
time consumes
some as minutes
songs and tunes.
Passing dewdrops
become our gaze
fairly mundane
on distant days.
Yet as a moment
becomes our view
it can then also
be me and you.
Look for the good
in times that pass
for they might soon
be gone real fast.
For as a turnstile
opens and closes
fairly mundane
may show us roses.
The scents so sweet
as time and again
might only be seen
as fairly mundane.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 11,  2018

There ya go.  Judy gave me her OK seal of
approval 🙂  I always read the poem to her to
see if I have a few typos,  for reading aloud
helps determine if it needs to be reworded 🙂
Anyways,  I hope you liked it.  I also hope that
you enjoyed my rambling.  Hehehehe If not,
then oh well LOL.  Life goes on 🙂  So now to
see if I forgot anything that was important to
tell ya.  Hmm,  nope,  can’t think of a thing.
So I guess it’s time for me to tell you what
I tell you every week and that is I wrote some
more poems and haiku.  Yeppers,  10 more
poems with 4 extra and 1 Christmas poem.
I hope you can find 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 many
blessings in this week and may the rest of
this weekend give you a few as well.  Now,
where is that ornery off switch trying to hide
this week?  LOL I use the word hide very
loosely.  Hmm,  gazing around the room at
all that I can see and it seems that I can see
a bit of movement from under my hats to
the right of me.  My red hat seems to have
a life of its own hehehe.  Nope,  there ya are.
Gotcha,  see ya CLICK zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

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+4 and 22 hehehehehehehehehehe 🙂

Echoes Delight

Photos of scenery
come into play
timeless as echoes
a magical day.
Wonders of winter
display history
as echoes delight
of a sweet memory.
Life seems frozen
as time moves on
revealing moments
that are long gone.
Displaying echoes
of another time,
scenes remembered
of oh so divine.
Life begins beating
as a heart of gold
with echoes delight
the lifetimes of old.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 7,  2018

Waves Of Light

Crashing thrashing
of certain styles
can become ones
hidden smiles.
Beneath the scenes
of life and death
ones might try to
hold their breath.
With rocky shores
of life displayed
time might hide
the blessings made.
Behind the rocks
below the waves
the light of life
might fill the days.
Crashing thrashing
found in sight
might just be then
waves of light.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 7,  2018

Relaxation

Within our thoughts
the minutes pass
leaving a few then
out of contrast.
Find you a breath
to breathe in a smile.
Relax for a moment
or a long while.
Seek the destination
of a dreamers view
and fly in the breeze
just like the birds do.
Flap like an eagle
and float in the breeze
within relaxation
high above the trees.
Seek your inner sight
and contrive a day
a time’s relaxation
in a wonderful way.
Now breathe in deep
the blessings of time
and allow relaxation
to fill up your mind.
Take in the blessings
and then take a dive
in an ocean of peace
and let it revive.
Let this relaxation
become a part of you,
a time you remember
to return to anew.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 7,  2018

Relief

Inside a pathway
time intervenes
while giving relief
in wonderful scenes.
Life is a mirror
reflecting the views
while giving relief
with time to infuse.
Pages seem turning
as ages acquire
giving relief from
moments barbwire.
Snow covered scenes
seem to come alive
while giving relief
to help us survive.
A minute a moment
as time does display
can give us relief
in a wonderful way.
Maybe a mere breath
of a minute of time
was sent as relief
from Heaven divine.
A breath of life
becomes much more
as it gives us relief
new life to explore.
Teeming as chances
with lesser of grief
God sends us angels
to give us relief.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 8,  2018

Inner Journey

Thoughts we think
and things we do
become the paths
that come in view.
Just like a deer
in moonlight’s way
a journey can be
from night unto day.
As life is found
in patterns we see
our inner journey
can become a key.
A quest of portions
through inner sight
can then become
a wrong or right.
As moonlight scenes
a deer standing still
our inner journey
can surely fulfill.
Painted imagination
of a subsequent time
our inner journey
can create a design.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 8,  2018

Gravel Of Style

We’re as footsteps
a life of souls
making up many
directions and goals.
Some seeing only
the gravel to move
becoming pathways
to win or to lose.
Some seeming timid
as weathered array
with gravel of style
from some other day.
We all have styles
of minutes of time
some seem counted
as a wishful design.
Many with power
will not see our views
as a gravel of style
with worn out shoes.
Yet we must continue
to do our very best
as life throws lemons
within a few quest.
Don’t lose the lessons
of a rocky road,
for they teach lessons
that surely unfold.
Learn to be proud
and to carry a smile
as you grow stronger
in the gravel of style.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 8,  2018

Summer Dreams

Do you remember
those summer days,
those times in life
as searing sun rays?
Splashing having fun
in a pool or a pond
morning to noon
and then on and on.
The summer dreams
that you once desired
playing in daylight
until you got tired.
Do you remember
those seasonal views
now but a dream
of a wandering muse?
Those special times
that seemed as gold
are now but a memoir
as we’ve grown old.
You and your friends
would splash about
in the waters of life
that one day ran out.
Do you remember
and can you still see
those photos of time
of your history?
Then was enchanted
as seasons request
those summer dreams
that seem as the best.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 8,  2018

A Touch Of Time

An evening sun
in clouds design
creates a scene
a touch of time.
Seconds passed
become explored
as the skyline
is so adored.
Within the sight
there is a taste,
a sky of light
that is not waste.
It brings alive
what I applaud
a touch of time
that is from God.
Clouds may form
a scenic view
as a sky alive
from old to new.
An evening sun
might be so bright
that it beacons
within the night.
For its glimmer
and its glow
might so often
put on a show.
Giving moonlight
a moments mind
found within
a touch of time.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 9,  2018

The Nightingale

This bird it sings
in the dark of the night
as it brings its views
into songs of light.
The nightingale sings
so sweetly its tune
songs of a moment,
that others can swoon.
It brings to life
a heartbeats array
with signs of the times
its songs on display.
The nightingale sings
as a harp in the night
strumming its notes
of an evening delight.
It might be a moment
of a seasonal style
found as a night song
and nightingale smile.
Efforts of existence
are songs that it shares
lifetimes collusions
to answer its prayers.
It is a true songbird
that carries its flight
the nightingales life
in the dark of the night.
It’s found as a story
so timeless to tell
the sweet sounds sung
of the nightingale.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 9,  2018

Golden Sunset

Special scenes
of calming waves
is what’s found
on summer’s days.
A golden sunset
displays a view
across an ocean
waters blue.
Among the scene
might be a sight
of two small dogs
seen left and right.
This special scene
that times display
might be dreamt
of a summer’s day.
A golden sunset
creates a view
a summer’s scene
in sky of blue.
It might be painted
in a memory
a golden sunset
beside the sea.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 9,  2018

Dreamer’s Mind

Inside our minds
are living thoughts
dreams of times
we may have lost.
Seasons thrive as
points and places
found within our
smiling faces.
An ocean breeze
and fishing reel
a dreamer’s mind
that times reveal.
As time moves on
it leaves its core
within our minds
to surely soar.
For as we strive
to move along
a dreamer’s mind
is never gone.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 10,  2018

Christmas Tracks

A path through time
displays a view
Christmas tracks
from old to new.
Snow covered rails
of seasons delight
hold dear the times
a Christmassy sight.
Lifetimes of journeys
that trains travel on
display the moments
as an ongoing song.
Jingle Bells sweetly
with its unique flair
the train continues
on to somewhere.
The rails remember
the journey in time
many then searching
a Christmas design.
The season records
most all of the facts
found there upon
the Christmas tracks.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 10,  2018

Driving Winter

On our travels
times proclaim
winter’s snowflakes
none the same.
Driving winter
tires roll on
down the roads
of winters dawn.
Wondrous sights
are there in view
on our travels
old and new.
Driving winter
becomes alive
awaiting places
to arrive.
Wheels are rolling
there and back
as the journey
stays on track.
Moments turnstiles
surely enter
as we travel
driving winter.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 10,  2018

Love Of Time

True hearts racing
within a field
become stories
words to yield.
The love of time
and how it passes
leaves us echoes
summers grasses.
So many things
that we remember
might become a
burning ember.
A time of life
as children played
without worries
to escalate.
A certain scene
begins its quest
the love of time
and summers zest.
A little girl
on a summer’s day
with two dogs
might run and play.
They might be seen
as minutes pass
running playing
slow and fast.
This is a scene
within my mind
a point and place
the love of time.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 10,  2018

Haiku
for Feb 10,  2018

Beyond what we see
is a world within a world
that exist in time.

A chance is given
as a new day dawns
so use it wisely.

Within a moment
there are multiples of scenes
that might elude us.

The sun’s own brightness
gives many stories to tell
as it comes and goes.

Life can be haunting
if the past is not cared for
and not put in place.

Putting on an act
will often dig your own grave
with tombstone of truth.

A little flower
can create a wondrous view
when joined by others.

Life is like snowflakes,
nothing is truly the same,
because time changes.

Lost in the minds eye
you can lose track of what’s true
and not see the lies.

Winters on lifestyle
often leaves ones found frigid
not enjoying snow.

Looking for something
and not knowing what it is
can find confusion.

A journey through time
can often have many bumps
that sway our footsteps.

Nobody’s perfect,
for we are imperfections
created with style.

Today’s beginnings
are our tomorrow’s journey
awaiting command.

A dreamers dreamland
might consist of nothing good,
only delusions.

Painting a picture
requires a brush of paint
and an idea.

Allowing a lie
to become all you believe
can leave you empty.

Change can be good
if it truly lives in you
and not make believe.

When springtime arrives
it uses the melted snow
to flourish its life.

Counting the minutes
can make life to seem longer
than it really is.

Cherishing money
can create an empty life
as blessings are missed.

A leaf of autumn
blows gently towards the ground
to join the others.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 10,  2018

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My wife Judy’s Poetry books 🙂
http://www.amazon.com/Judy-Pearce/e/B00N5CW382
Ben Geurts Drawing Art site
http://www.drawingart.net
and Old Fashioned Christmas site
http://www.anoldfashionedchristmas.com/
My Animal’s Greetings site below
http://www.animalsgreetings.com/
One of my friends sites below
http://christianpraise.net/
and once again the poetry contest at
Whisperpoetry
http://www.whisperpoetry.com/
http://www.blueturtlecrossing.com/
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Christian_Free_Style_Poetry
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/poets_playwrights_prophets_pixies
Me on YouTube
http://www.youtube.com/poetbill
Your frosty friend Bill 🙂

ANIMAL’S GREETINGS

Hello my friends

Well, to begin with,  it’s snowing again and
it looks like I might have to do a little more
snow blowing with our snow blower hehehe.
Oh well,  it’s not that much trouble.  Plus
I do love the snow.  I might just have to do
some clearing so the boys can go potty,  but
so far,  they’ve made it out and back in it
without too much trouble.  Right now the
temperature is 31 F which is not too bad 🙂
Judy is in the kitchen washing dishes right
now.  I have the boys in here with me with
the door shut.  I will fix us something to
eat in a bit unless Judy decides to have the
honors hehehe.  So,  I guess it’s onwards
with the journal.  This passed week hasn’t
been too bad.  I got out Friday and did a
little clearing with the snow blower and the
boys watched as I worked hehehe.  They’re
not afraid of the snow blower LOL.  They
just tagged along with me as I cleared the
driveway.  I cleared a bit of our neighbors
drive as well being I needed the exercise.
Life continues on.  The kids next door
have been having a blast playing in the
snow.  They keep asking me to come out
and play with them LOL.  I did that one
day,  but it seems I’ve been too busy here
lately to go outside and play with them.
I’m sure I’ll join them 1 day in the future.
I do love to play in the snow hehehe.  It’s
the kid within me hehehe.  I’ve been busy
doing more writings.  That keeps my old
brain active.  I just heard the snow plow
go down the road.  The snow plows stay
busy during this kind of weather.  They
keep the county road drivable that is in
front of our house.  Our land lord takes
care of the stretch of road down to our
driveway and thereabouts,  but I’ve often
gotta use the snow blower to clear a path
from our porch to the driveway and then
sometimes if he has not made it out yet
and we need to go somewhere I will have
to do much of our driveway,  but it’s not
too often of which that happens.  Judy
and I are doing well.  It could be better,
but it could also be worse.  We’ve found
ways of surviving that bring us much joy.
Judy with her paintings and crafts and I
and my writings and photography as well
as both of our enjoyments of watching TV
together.  We both love most of the same
TV programs and that’s great.  God has
been good to us.  He’s blessed us with
so much.  Of course if we chose to,  we
could always make the problems as our
main focus,  but we choose to look for
the good things.  Of course,  we’ve still
gotta see the bad stuff and take care of
what we’re able to take care of being it’s
part of life.  Thank You God for all of
the blessings that you have given us and
for all that we shall receive.  So now I
believe it’s time for me to begin my little
journey back through all of my rambling
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.  I think I found
a decent title just a 3rd of the way back
in my rambling and now after checking
I see that it is yet to of been used,  so
used it shall be.  Here goes…

Clear A Path

Tomorrows life
from today
needs some clearing
in a way.
Losing baggage
that holds you back
to move forwards
then on track.
Don’t let moments
times conceive
to be webs
of bad to weave.
Use the lessons
time bestows
and then see how
the water flows.
Clear a path
by finding peace
as God’s guidance
gives release.
Time’s a doorway
slow and fast
so take God’s broom
and clear a path.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 4,  2018

There ya go.  I hope you liked the poem
and maybe even understood it hehehehe.
Also I hope you enjoyed my rambling 🙂
If ya didn’t then,  Oh well LOL.  Life goes
on.  Judy surprised me just a little bit ago
by cooking breakfast.  She made us omelets
and Texas Toast.  It was mighty tasty. She
said she figured she was already in there,
so she would make us breakfast.  Anyways
back to this.  I cannot think of anything
that I may have forgotten to tell you,  so
I guess it’s time for me to tell you what I
tell you almost every week and that is,  I
wrote some more poems and haiku.  Yep,
10 more poems with 5 extras and there’s
1 Christmas poem in the mix HoHoHo 🙂
So,  now I believe it is time to begin my
search for that hardly elusive off switch,
but not before I wish you a most  joyful
weekend or whatever’s left of it and a
truly blessing’s filled week.  Remember,
Jesus loves you and we do too.  Now, 🙂
where can that ornery off switch be hiding
this time?  Hmm,  where oh where can it
be hiding at?  Aha,  I saw ya you little
whippersnapper.  Hiding in my greeting
card holder huh.  You made that error
you always make by peeking to see if I
could see ya LOL.  Will you ever learn?
Gotcha,  see ya CLICK zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

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

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Pearce’s Poetry Pictures 2,
Pearce’s Poetry Pictures 3,
Pearce’s Poetry Pictures 4,
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and
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is at the end of the journal along
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Now it’s on with the poems and haiku
10+5 and 22 hehehehehehehehehehe 🙂

The Tide Turns

Minutes pass on
to other days
as the tide turns
to other ways.
Showing signs
of scenic style
waters of life
return in a while.
Yet a moment
displays scenes
as the tide turns
to different things.
Minutes pass on
to other sights
muddy lifestyles
wrongs and rights.
As we gather
moments speed
we lose track of
what we need.
As the tide turns
it leaves a trail
a path inlaid
with time set sail.
We are the waters
flowing daily
sometimes truthful
sometimes shady.
Learn to look
for a better way
as the tide turns
to another day.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 29,  2018

Passing Scenes

As a ship sails
time will pass
leaving moments
slow and fast.
Passing scenes
of ones we meet
show a future
to accrete.
Many might just
look away
and not see
your ship that day.
As we sail on
distant styles
we might see some
frowns and smiles.
Let your journey
thereunto
be passing scenes
from old to new.
Don’t let moments
steal your way
and make oceans
swish and sway.
Look beyond
incoming tide
and find peace
within the ride.
Look for seagulls
flapping wings
found as peaceful
passing scenes.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 29,  2018

Those Summer Days

Life as a doorway
swings in the wind
seen often blowing
times that transcend.
Those summer days
a remembered view
become as a scene
in a light sky of blue.
Walking the dog
on a summer’s day
becomes a blessing
to lighten the gray.
Those summer days
are as magical finds
seasons recorded
of wonderful times.
Don’t let a moment
to lose your view,
open your mind up
and see it as new.
Those summer days
are times of life
that we remember
with lesser of strife.
The peace of then
can live in right now
that of a memoir
the moments endow.
Time is as minutes
a moment displays
found as a blessing
those summer days.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 29,  2018

Quest Of Sight

Our views of life
can often flow
as a journey
that will grow.
The side of life
can be a maze
twists and turns
for us to gaze.
A scenic quest
to look beyond
and find a sight
before it’s gone.
With our dreams
and every prayer
a quest for sight
can give fresh air.
For life alone
is much to see
a life and times
of history.
So take the time
in day and night
and look within
a quest for sight.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 29,  2018

Feeding The Birds

We might at times only
just feed the birds
with many not clearly
hearing our words.
So many just watching
and looking around
as their footsteps
are all they’ve found.
So many helpers
will try to make peace
giving life answers
for problems to cease.
Yet so many people
will only see clear
their wantings of time
that are year after year.
Seasons will pass by
while leaving insane
people not seeking
to find good to gain.
Time becomes echoes
without any new
as people continue
to do as they do.
Not seeking truthful
with God’s helping ways
it seems we are feeding,
but they’re out of phase.
Yes so many people
might only hear words
as it seems we’re only
just feeding the birds.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 30,  2018

Buoys Of Life

Amidst our footsteps
we might find a few
warnings a floating
in life thereunto.
Warning of dangers
beneath what we see
while on the surface
it seems worry free.
Our journeys of time
might end in a mess
if we go on blindly
our unfathomed quest.
Not heeding warnings
that clearly display
the buoys of life
from day unto day.
Look for the warnings
that some have ignored
and use common sense
and get life’s reward.
Don’t let a liar
to corrupt your eyes
for the buoys of life
will unveil the lies.
Pray before you step
real deep into time
and let God to give you
a much clearer mind.
The buoys of life
are as angels you see,
friends so much wiser
to help you and me.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 30,  2018

Broken Windows

Inside a story
life is made
a book of time
that might degrade.
Broken windows
times expose
show the highs
and show the lows.
Weathered scenes
of life and times
become stories
and some rhymes.
We might only
see the glass
that is shattered
from the past.
Broken windows
might display
another time
another day.
For with lifestyles
of innuendoes
we might only
see broken windows.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 30,  2018

Desert Minds

Traveled lives
of moments sand
might seek daily
a place to stand.
But their travels
are no place
desert minds
an empty waste.
Don’t be always
walking around
without thoughts
of solid ground.
You might see
a time’s mirage
that hides holes
in camouflage.
Look for truth
to stand upon
as you walk
away from wrong
A lonely scene
a point in time
can become a
desert mind.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 30,  2018

Within The Sea

A sea of life
is found within
a magical view
of time and again.
A remembrance
of times before
within the sea
is an open door.
The mind sees
a scene of time
that lives within
a dreamers mind.
We often view
our memories
as now and then
in great degrees.
Though we might
imagine a view,
within the sea
it might seem true.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 31,  2018

Christmassy Dreams

Those scenic drives
of wondrous shows
can shine true life
when it snows.
Christmassy dreams
of passing days
bring to life
a whitish phase.
A moment’s lifetime
comes in view
Christmassy dreams
from old to new.
The moment’s path
brings time alive
flavors of heartbeats
a scenic drive.
These magical scenes
become so white
Christmassy dreams
that come in sight.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 31,  2018

Midnight Owl

I’ve seen an owl
with words to say
as hoots at night
within its own way.
The midnight owl
found up so high
is always searching
ground and sky.
It forms a breath
then lets it flow
a hoot at night
as a midnight show.
It might just be
as times romance
this midnight owl
found in a glance.
The moon above
so big and round
might hear the owl
its hooting sound.
So that might be
what makes it glow
as the midnight owl
does a nightly show.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 31,  2018

Yesterdays Leaves

Found as a memory
life is a road
as that of yesterdays
moments bestowed.
Yesterdays glimmers
are now just a sight
a scene we remember
within the sunlight.
In autumns shadows
are colors divine
found then recurring
inside of our mind.
Maybe a photograph
or someone’s poetry
is all that is needed
to set your mind free.
Allowing your sight
to see the displays
found in your mind
of all those yesterdays
Just like a journey
within memories
time builds a story
of yesterdays leaves.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 1,  2018

Pier Of Time

Ocean scenes
we might perceive
might have webs
of which to weave.
Lessons learned
as years pass by
display the pier
that ask you why.
It might be seen
as ones we pass
as time moves on
from slow to fast.
The pier of time
is such a place
that holds a life
of moments taste.
Many questions
become waves
timeless moments
of certain phase.
We’re as echoes
with a little rhyme
walking along
the pier of time.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 1,  2018

Sometimes Gaze

Our eyes of sight
may not see
the signs of times
of you and me.
Days might fade
and leave a trail
to gaze upon
as time sets sail.
A setting sun
of orangish hue
might show a sign
of a sky of blue.
The scene of life
can become seen
found at night
within a dream.
The stage is set
with minutes gone
awaiting life
of morning’s dawn.
With memories
so sweet and fine
our inner sight
can surely dine.
A taste of then
an orangish sky
can then live on
as an evening pie.
So do not lose
the sight and phase
of an evening sky
to sometimes gaze.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 1,  2018

Time Looks Back

Rhythms of waters
are as daily waves
scenes of a moment
in wondrous displays.
Time then remembers
the seasons by name
so many ventures
sometimes insane.
The minutes recorded
are times passing by
leaving us glimmers
of a summertime sky.
Maybe even winter
is found in the scene,
but for the moment
it’s merely a dream.
Life is a turnstile
we often walk through
while looking back at
the things we’d do.
Filling our journal
with pages of time
seasons of blessings
now memoirs of mind.
Life is full of mysteries
that open and close
times uncountable
each moment bestows.
Leaving many things
deep within our history
all thought forgotten,
but still a memory.
Now is a new day
to bring life alive
a time for creating
a new way to survive.
Learn from memories
how to get on track
as you revisit them
when time looks back.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 2,  2018

Haiku
for Feb 3,  2018

A second ticks on
as the minutes gather time
for now to exist.

Left can become right
if circles are consistent
to end in lessons.

Tomorrows dawning
could be a new beginning
that might surprise you.

The moons glow at night
displays a venture of time
that reflects others.

Without a problem
our growth would become stagnant
and we would not learn.

Living in the past,
you might discover regrets
that cannot be changed.

In a flowers bloom
holds the beginnings of life
that will soon be seen.

Thinking too deeply
can become as life’s quicksand
enveloping time.

Beyond the darkness
holds blue skies that are alive
teeming with choices.

Living in a dream
can often become nightmares
if you don’t wake up.

Chances of flowers
are as buds seeking sunlight
along with some rain.

Gazing at right now
we might not see what’s coming,
so look beyond time.

Exclusive insight
might not disclose the reasons
that you act that way.

Snow covered hillsides
show the true signs of winter
as paintings of life.

Within a turnstile
there’s a view inside and out
with choices to choose.

We have many patterns
that might not be understood
as our actions sway.

Arguing beliefs
can become a lonely road
while acceptance bonds.

Changing directions
can become a scary sight
as new things are seen.

Time as a doorway
can open to new choices
to end or begin.

Clouds up above us
might not be filled full of rain,
they might be decor.

Life is like a scene
that brings many decisions
of what we’re to view.

A mere hand to hold
can make the moments better,
for two are stronger.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 3,  2018

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