Every Stroke Of The Brush


Hello my friends

It’s been a great week for fall colors.
Judy and I took a drive back down to
Baxter State Park Tuesday and got a
ton of great fall colors.  We then went
down south once again Friday to the
Million Dollar View and then took a
drive down the back roads and found
a lot more fall colors to take pictures
of.  We’ve got many hundreds of great
pictures of fall in its glory.  LOL we
went down a few roads that were in
question of being roads at all hehehe.
We found some old train tracks with
an awesome bridge that I took a little
stroll on and took a ton of pictures of.
Judy took a bunch of pictures of me
on my little train track stroll hehehe.
I even wrote a poem of my stroll and
put it into a picture poem.  Anyways
to make a long story a little longer 🙂
we took a ton of fall pictures.  Over
500 pictures. So going through them
picking out the best ones and deleting
the repeats and blurry ones has been
quite a chore.  It’ll be hard to pick
out a few for my stationary,  but I’ll
git-r-done.  I brought my tripod on
both of our fall drives and got a few
photos of Judy and I together and
on our second drive got a nice photo
of us and the boys.  Yep,  it’s been a
nice passed week.  Our landlord came
Saturday and moved the extra room
addition to our house,  but it needs
a lot of work before it will be done.
He still has to raise it up to match
our house so we can get out of the
front door and then get it sealed up
and the electric wired to it.  Then
he’s gotta get the steps set up so we
can get out.  Yep,  a lot of work and
he’s doing it by himself which means,
it will take longer than it would if
he had hired someone to help him out
being that I can only help to a small
degree.  I’m not helpless  but I’m very
limited on what I am able to do.  So,
I pray that he can get it all done soon,
because our boys are really confused
having to use the back door,  plus the
fact that Benny is scared of the dark
and we have not got a porch light
on the back door.  It be pitch black
at night when it’s cloudy or pitch dark
as many will say not knowing what it
means LOL.  The weather’s becoming
more like winter as each day passes.
Anyways,  we do hope that the front
porch is fixed before soon.  Hopefully
this week.  He said it would only take
him a day, but that has been proven to
be false LOL.  So,  what else is going
on around The Pearce’s Place?  Hmm,
well,  Judy has painted a bunch more
paintings.  She’s getting better with
every stroke of the brush.  I’ve used
a lot of her artwork for picture poems.
She’s begun doing more freehand and
a lot less tracing.  I still have a lot to
do on my first painting LOL.  It’s a
freehand,  but not coming out quite
as well as Judy’s LOL.  In time I’ll
finish it.  I guess I just don’t have the
skills to be a painter/artist.  Unless
you call poetry artwork hehehe.  Of
course I do use many of my poems
for picture poetry LOL.  Benny is
in the other room now barking at
our landlord.  He’s back to work on
the porch addition.  He brought his
granddaughter,  again.  She spent a
lot of time hanging with me and Judy
yesterday.  We became baby sitters 🙂
Judy gave her some paper and let her
use her paints.  Before that I spent
a lot of time outside with her and
her little computer games and we
took a little stroll in the field or to
her it was a stroll.  To me it was a
aching walk hehehe.  She had hold
of my fingers pulling me with her 🙂
I have no idea what he is doing out
there right now and I’m not about to
go and find out,  because I might end
up baby sitting again.  Our grandson
Christian wanted to come over this
weekend,  but Judy and I had made
plans to go for a drive Friday or
Saturday to take pictures.  Maybe
next weekend he’ll come.  Kids grow
up so fast.  I’m sure that’s what my
mom is saying every day.  Me and
Peggy will always be her children,
but in the real world,  the years are
showing on us.  I try to call my mom
at least twice a week or more and
talk for a while.  I know she misses
Judy and I.  When we were in Texas,
we used to spend a lot of time doing
stuff together.  But,  life moves on
and the pages of our journals are
rewritten as we get older as the
past holds on as burning memories.
God is always in control,  whether
we can see His work in motion or
not.  A lot of His work is unseen
until God uncovers the veil at the
appropriate time for us to see His
work.  Thank You God for all of
the blessings that You have given
me in my lifetime as well as all of
the blessings that You give us each
one as each day becomes the past.
Now I believe it’s time for me to
begin my little search back through
all that I’ve written here to see if
I can find a good word or phrase
that I can use for the title for today’s
brand new poem.  So it’s away I go
to that little place of my recollection
that I always like to call Recollect
Ville.  I think I found a decent title
about a 3rd down from the beginning
of my rambling 🙂  Now to see if I can
do anything with it.  Here goes.

Every Stroke Of The Brush

With a picture in mind
and a moments times hush
a painting comes alive
every stroke of the brush.
Maybe just a moment
that time had painted well,
but a blessing is gathered
with patterns to compel.
Minutes are a painting
as artwork for the eyes
as trees of autumn display
below the cloudy skies.
Every stroke of the brush
can become as a time
a persons own artwork
or words of a rhyme.
Seasons come alive
as the pages are turned
every stroke of the brush
becomes seconds discerned.
Scenes with an echo
might be times of a hush
as artwork comes alive
every stroke of the brush.

©By Bill Pearce
Oct 9,  2016

Well,  there ya go.  I hope that wasn’t
to corny for ya LOL.  I guess I’ve got
painting on the brain.  Judy finished one
painting just a minute ago and has now
started yet another.  The challenge for
this week is Fall colors.  Last week was
owls.  Judy will often paint just random
pictures.  She painted one  picture last
week that was a Snow Globe.  I had
sent her a picture of one and she did
her magic free handing it and I think
she did a great job on it and I wrote
a poem about it making it a picture
poem.  I think her painting looked
better than the picture 🙂  I might be
a tad bias,  but I think her painting
was pretty freaking good.  Right now
she’s doing a painting of a fall field
with hay bales off of a picture that
I took the other day.  Her painting
never looks exactly like the picture,
but that’s what make it the best in
my book.  She free hands with her
perception of the photo.  Anyways,
I don’t think I have anything more
to tell you aside from what I tell
you almost every week and that is,
I wrote some more poems and haiku.
Yeppers,  10 more poems with 2 of
them being Christmas poems and
an added 5 poems due to all of the
picture poems that I started doing
LOL.  I also wrote 22 more haiku
for all of the haiku lovers out there.
OK so I guess it’s time for me to
begin my search for that hardly
elusive off switch,  but not before
I wish you a wonderful weekend
or whatever’s left of it and a truly
blessings filled week.  Remember,
Jesus loves you and we do too.
OK,  where are ya hiding ya lil
off switch varmint?  Hmm,  LOL,
I see ya you silly thing.  I know
those batteries looked like a nice
place to hide,  but they do roll ya
know.  Plus they are only triple
A batteries.  Maybe ya should of
hidden behind the double A’s 🙂
I might not of seen ya then LOL.
Gotcha,  see ya CLICK zzzzzzzz.

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

P.S  A link to Judy’s new book as at
the end of the journal along with the
others.  Enjoy 🙂

Now it’s on with the poems and haiku
10+5 and 22 hehehehehehehehehehe 🙂

That Harvest Moon

A scarecrow of time
in a field full of corn
watches the night sky
from time he was born.
Within that harvest moon
he stands oh so tall
watching the cornfield
timeless through fall.
The stars seem to twinkle
some signals below
found as the stories
that so many know.
Within the moonlight
the time comes attune
as colors of the sky
from that harvest moon.

©By Bill Pearce
Oct 2,  2016

Orange Sky Of Eve

A mountainous display
paints up the view
in an orange sky of eve
from a day sky of blue.
It might seem as magic
with a moment of style
as an orange sky of eve
shows a mountainous smile.
A dream weavers pathway
in a picturesque theme
is the orange sky of eve
as a wonderful scene.
A god given blessing
from the soon sky of night
is an orange sky of eve
as the sun fades from sight.
Scenes become shadows
and awaken the view
as an orange sky of eve
makes dreams to come true.
A photographers chance
to most surely perceive
day meeting nighttime
with an orange sky of eve.

©By Bill Pearce
Oct 2,  2016

Beyond The Twilight

When nighttime’s displayed
a view is withheld.
Beyond the twilight
a story is spelled.
Words of a glimmer
with starlight to shine.
Beyond the twilight
is a magical sign.
Scenes come to life then
in darkness of space,
beyond the twilight
with soulful embrace.
So many miracles
with unending ink,
beyond the twilight
a moment to think.
Space conversations
as words are inlaid.
Beyond the twilight
are sights that evade.
Ones interpretations
might not be so right,
beyond the twilight
in darkness of night.

©By Bill Pearce
Oct 3,  2016

Sky Of Haze

Time is ticking
sky of haze
bringing forth
another phase.
Changing patterns
often viewed
sky of haze
is then accrued.
Golden colors
many gaze
with the clockwork
sky of haze.
Time is finding
orangish hues
sky of haze
to interfuse.
Wondrous glimmers
then unfold
sky of haze
a story told
and with windows
times provide
sky of haze
can never hide.

©By Bill Pearce
Oct 3,  2016

Autumns Wake

Looking for colors
of autumns design
there are some ages
of leaves in refine.
Found brown and yellow
within autumns wake
there are some colors
across a small lake.
Textured with stages
of colors so bright
autumns wake displays
in daytimes sunlight.
Seen as a painting,
but then a photograph
as someone with camera
records it to last.
Then with a picture
of a seasonal lake
one can remember
the view autumns wake.

©By Bill Pearce
Oct 3,  2016

The Oceans Mind

Beyond the rhythms
of waves that  crash
there’s a story
of times to pass.
Many vessels
will find their place
the oceans mind
a distant race.
Waves will grow
to bring surprise
maybe rogue
a larger size.
The oceans mind
has only views
how and when
it gives the news.
Time to time
as waves roll in
the oceans mind
begins agin.
It but only
shows design
when it wants,
the oceans mind.

©By Bill Pearce
Oct 3,  2016

Peace Is A Journey

Life is a threshold
of time laden views
pages of ages
we might each confuse.
Peace is a journey
that needs inner hope
to remove all the dust
and learn how to cope.
Time begins counting
even when we are still
as with our journey
for things to fulfill.
Fragments of pieces
that we each live through
can become lessons
to make a new you.
Peace is a journey
and not just a game,
for it’s a portion
of life to attain.
Losing the baggage
of your yesteryears
helps for the future
your journey endears.
Don’t let the bad times
to get you off track.
Peace is a journey
from thereto and back.

©By Bill Pearce
Oct 5,  2016

A Single Snowflake

As wintertime yields
its own times release
a single snowflake
floats down with peace.
Then as many brothers
and sisters join in
a single snowflake
begins to just grin.
Leaving its mark then
found on the ground
with a white family
found all around.
Painting up hillsides
and valleys below
a single snowflake
hears HoHoHo.
A sleigh is found flying
up high in the sky
as more snow is falling
from there way up high.
It’s old Santa Claus
and reindeer in flight
while the snow’s falling
so deep in the night.
A single snowflake
looks up then to see
what Santa brought him
and his family.
The snowflake slept there
in nighttime to morn
and when he awoke
a snowman was born.
A single snowflake
that was joined by a few
became the very heartbeat
for snow to accrue.
A single snowflake
that was found in a drift
saw he’d been part of
a Christmastime gift.
Built by some children
with snow on their mind
that got up early
to surely design.
Old Mr. Snowman
now so big and round
is a single snowflake
with more from the ground.
For that little snowflake
joined with some others
made Mr. Snowman
with sisters and brothers.
A Christmastime scene
from flakes of pure white
a single snowflake
began such a sight.
Then as the daylight
faded from view
a single snowflake
then bid its adieu.
For it found a special
time to endear
found within Christmas
that great time of year.

©By Bill Pearce
Oct 6,  2016

Time For Peace

Art of passion,
art of time,
a moments peace
needs nows design.
Time for peace
to come ignite
life of love
a greater sight.
Let’s end hatred,
let’s move on.
Time for peace
needs dusk to dawn.
Don’t let anger
fuel your drive.
Find some peaceful
found inside.
Seek that innermost
spark of love
that is glowing
from above.
Let’s make hatred
to decrease,
for it’s surely
time for peace.

©By Bill Pearce
Oct 6,  2016

An Autumn Stroll

A leisure walk
through colored leaves,
an autumn stroll
a story weaves.
In the distance
ones of time
walk this way
in falls design.
An autumn stroll,
camera in hand
becomes pictures
oh so grand.
A point in time
now shadows cast,
an autumn stroll
is from the past.
As a doorway
colored hue,
all my photos
still live true.
A leisure walk,
an autumn stroll
is a photo
times of ole.

©By Bill Pearce
Oct 6,  2016

The Snow Globe

Inside a small home
a snow globe of time
awaits for the moment
to come out and shine.
The snow globe of glass
for Christmas delight
awaits to be shook up
and show its great sight.
White snow to billow
and float gracefully
inside of the snow globe
with flakes fancy free.
The scenes come alive
as a story unfurls
looking like Christmas
with snowflakes of pearls.
Minutes of blessings
come with a shake,
that little snow globe
scenes to partake.
The time frames within it
are a Christmassy glow
as someone shakes up
the snow globe of snow.

©By Bill Pearce
Oct 6,  2016

Tracking Through Time

Found on the train tracks
I walk for a mile
to a bridge in the distance
that takes quite a while.
My footsteps were many
on a rough gravel path
beside the old train track
of future and past.
Tracking through time
as my footsteps are heard
the rocks beneath my feet
are an old written word.
Found as but a moment
of a distant times trail
tracking through time
with a story to tell.
I then found myself
on the center of time
upon the old train tracks
with a lot on my mind.
Found in the distance
is me walking back
tracking through time
on a railroad train track.

©By Bill Pearce
Oct 7,  2016

Wheat In The Field

Waiting for its harvest
the wheat in the field
has a great journey
a moment to yield.
Yellow with beauty
those grains will wave
telling their story
of a so distant day.
Amber waves of grain
that rustle in the breeze
tell of God’s glory
from sea to distant seas.
Wheat in the field
shows signs of true life
found from the past days
filled full of strife.
Yet within the pages
that our future foretells
wheat in the field
shows life that excels.
Painted with brush strokes
of bright yellow hues
wheat in the field
shows choices to choose.

©By Bill Pearce
Oct 7,  2016

An Evening Sea

A child’s sandcastle
in evenings wake
is joined with a seagull,
a picture to make.
Scenes are arising
with orange and blue
as an evening sea
then bids its adieu.
Night’s soon to follow
as evening arrives
with bucket and shovel
for a sandcastle’s size.
The scene is a moment
that time’s painted well
in an evening sky
with a story to tell.
A little starfish
watches minutes tick on
with an evening sea
as time moves along.

©By Bill Pearce
Oct 8,  2016

Thanksgiving Feast

Thankful for harvest
and amber of wheats,
autumn displays the
Thanksgiving feast.
Pumpkins and apples,
potatoes and more,
the Thanksgiving feast
is more to explore.
Needing to be thankful
for what all we’ve got,
because oh so many
have not got a lot.
The Thanksgiving feast
needs truth to include
and give to the many
that have little food.
Gifts from the heart
of what you can give
a Thanksgiving feast
to help others live.

©By Bill Pearce
Oct 8,  2016

for Oct 8,  2016

A midst of moments
finds it perplexing inside
if you don’t belong.

Walls that we build up
might prevent the good people
from getting inside.

Windows of our minds
are as doorways to changes
our actions rely.

Singular thinking
can denote weird perception
of reality.

Life of a snowflake
finds itself as merely water
that has been frozen.

A hillside of time
might have a steep drop surprise
that makes ones tumble.

The mention of hate
puts many at their stations
awaiting a war.

A challenge for strength
often finds ones misconceived
of how strong they are.

Beyond a flower
lives a seed of life to grow
as seasons allow.

Braving thunderstorms
can prove that you are fearless
or really stupid.

Without a snowflake
a snowman cannot exist,
for he’s made from snow.

A path through the trees
might lead you to a river
or a real deep hole.

Scenes found of Christmas
often have photos of snow
that many don’t see.

Dreams of a heartbeat
that’s beating the same as yours
can become nightmares.

The sleight of ones hand
might hide the truth behind it,
so look more closely.

Lies are dynamite
with a unknowing fuse length,
with truth that explodes.

A story written
that becomes ones true beliefs,
does not make it true.

The epicenter
of Earthquakes or illusion
are both with damage.

A mere breath of air
is a blessing to receive
when suffocating.

Spirits around us
are with good and bad chapters
to help or to hurt.

Conviction of thought
can become a troubled life,
for we might be wrong.

The winds of winter
blow briskly with the snowflakes
making many mounds.

©By Bill Pearce
Oct 8,  2016

Judy’s newest books (Pearlescent)
and (Just Get Up And dance) can be
found here which has all of her books.
Take a look sometime.
My wife Judy’s Poetry other books 🙂
{Moonlight and Owls by Judy Pearce}
and her newest
{Hello My Name Is Benny}
They can also be found at Amazon
Ben Geurts Drawing Art site
and Old Fashioned Christmas site
My Animal’s Greetings site below
One of my friends sites below
and once again the poetry contest at
Me on YouTube
Your frosty friend Bill 🙂