Hither and Thither


Hello my friends

Well,  this is my second attempt to write my
journal.  The darned electricity got knocked
out just long enough to make my PC crash,
which made me have to start again and I was
down to the part of beginning to look for a
title for the new poem.  It’s taken me a bit to
calm down to be able to give it another try,
so here goes.  I’m kind of blank though as it
seems with the power outage it also took my
thoughts.  I guess I should of been saving
the journal as I wrote knowing that we had
already had one power outage real early this
morning.  I guess I didn’t think there would
be such a quick repeat performance.  So,
OK where should I begin?  Well I guess I
will begin at the beginning LOL.  This passed
week has been not too awful bad.  Weather
wise,  it has been pretty fair.  Our landlord
though is making our lives a bit rougher as
he has still of yet to of finished the add on
to the front of our mobile home and we are
having to use the back door which is located
in our bedroom.  The steps back there are
in worse shape than the ones in the front
were and plus,  there is no porch light and
no way to drive back there because we can’t
drive over the sewer lines.  So we’ve gotta
park in front on the other side of the sewer
lines and walk to the back/bedroom door.
It’s really getting old and the fact that the
snowy season is not far from beginning its
onslaught and there is no way we will be
able to get out of our back door  because
they cannot plow back there.  I’ve got a
small snow blower,  but there is no way
I will be able to do that back there.  The
snow blower is more for concrete drives.
The first time it hits a rock or something,
it’s done for.  And it only does 12 inches
wide and no more than 6 inches deep,  so
you see why I’m worried.  I talked to him
the other day and he said he would get it
all fixed as soon as he can,  so we shall see.
LOL enough with my bickering.  Next topic.
Judy’s been doing a megaton of painting.
OK,  maybe not a megaton,  but she has
done a whole bunch.  She’s getting better
with every stroke of the paintbrush.  She
has even begun doing picture poetry like
me.  Though most of hers is done using
her paintings.  She has done a few using
pictures we’ve taken though.  When she
becomes a famous artist,  I reckon she’ll
divorce me and find her a better man 🙂
Nah,  she might hang onto me because
she’s gotten used to me hehehe.  We are
still planning on doing a book of picture
poems combined with both of our work.
Hopefully we will have it done by next
month and ready for Christmas.  We’re
gonna try.  Anyways,  next topic.  I took
the boys out for a field trip Thursday
while Judy took a nap.  As normal they
had a blast.  My feet and legs though,
did not LOL.  I brought my camera as
always and took a few pictures of them
while they ran hither and thither hehehe.
There were still a few fall colored leaves
on the trees  but I am guessing that now
after all of these winds rushing through,
the leaves are in the next county hehehe.
This time,  I am saving after every other
line so if the electricity does get bumped,
I won’t lose what all I’ve written,  because
I don’t believe I have it in me to start from
scratch again LOL.  The winds have been
blowing 25 to 35 MPH with 40 to 45 MPH
gust and it’s supposed to continue into the
night.  I’m sure the reason for the power
outages is because tree limbs somewhere
keep hitting the power lines.  You would
think that the city would send a crew to
look for such tree limbs and trim them away
from the power lines  but NO.  They only
send a crew when there is a power outage.
There are crews that businesses hire that
go around trimming the limbs away from
power lines,  but not the city,  or at least
it doesn’t look like it LOL.  Oh well,  it’s
nothing I have control over.  I took a trip
outside with my camera a little while ago
to see if our lighthouse was still out there
or if it had blown off into the next county.
Surprise,  that little homemade lighthouse
is exactly where we put it and it’s light is
still shining bright.  I figured if anything
would of blown it away it would of been
the winds from early this morning LOL.
So I guess I did a pretty good job in its
construction 🙂  Judy put the pumpkin that
she did last Saturday Oct 15 out there
near the lighthouse and a lot of the paint
has washed and blown off  but otherwise
it still looks pretty good.  I am so amazed
at her creativity.  I wish I was half that
creative.  All I’m able to do is put a few
words together and construct a sentence
or two.  LOL most times the sentences
make no sense.  Hehehe oh well,  it is
what it is.  If we all had the very same
gifts,  then it would all become senseless.
We each have our special gifts,  large
and small,  but each gift with it’s own
importance which large or small do not
pertain.  LOL time for a weather report.
It’s 38 F degrees and cloudy as the wind
just keeps on blowing.  Back to you Bill.
Hehehe a bit a silliness snuck in.  I think
we all need some silliness in our lives to
keep from becoming stones of sadness
as bitterness rushes over our lives.  So
be silly from time to time,  but don’t let
it become overdone.  Just use silliness
to lighten up a darkened moment that
you are filled with bereavement.  Life
is a time frame that moves from flesh
to spirit,  yet still exist in one.  Look
for the joy that you had in a loved ones
and even remember the silly times for
they’ll help you to find joy.  Remember
it’s not over when the body dies.  It is
just the beginning.  OK so I reckon it’s
time for me once again LOL and I say
once again with earnest because this
is the point that the electricity went out
before.  So save it I have been doing
this time 🙂  Anyways,  it’s time for me
to be taking my little journey 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 of 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
believe I found a decent title near the
halfway mark of my rambling.  Now to
see if I can do anything with it hehehe.
Here goes…..

Hither and Thither

Time is a painting
scenery found
hither and thither
all there around.
Now marks the moments
a secondhand past
as but a memory
going too fast.
Hither and thither
is now and agin
time frames enacted
where we have been.
A rose petal romance
is found in a place
hither and thither
filled with God’s grace.
Just but a minute
can become such a time
hither and thither
found on the mind.
Heartfelt emotions
equip ones with love
hither and thither
from God above.
A sequence of scenes
of our yesteryear
hither and thither
might not be so clear.
Yet but a moment
hither and thither
can become blessings
never to wither.
Flesh becomes spirit
as time goes its way
hither and thither
day after day
For with ones praying
dusk unto dawn
hither and thither
is life never gone.

©By Bill Pearce
Oct 23,  2016

OK  there ya go.  I finally managed to get
this written.  LOL I have been saving every
other line,  just in case the dear power goes
out again.  I hope you enjoyed my rambling
and maybe even the poem.  I wasn’t sure I
was going to be able to start over and do it
again from scratch  but I did it 🙂  Hmm so
I wonder,  is there anything else to tell you?
Oh yea our grandson Christian came Friday
and spent the night and Saturday with us 🙂
We always enjoy having him visit with us.
We’d love it if the other grand kids could
come,  but that’s life.  They are either busy
or live too far away.  In any case,  we are
thrilled that Christian still wants to spend
some time with Grandma and Grandpa 🙂
Kids grow up so quickly and their priorities
change.  I know mine did and I wish often
that they had not,  because I lost so much
from that connection.  Do your best to not
lose that connection with your family.  It
is one that is not just of blood  but of ones
considered family.  So now I believe it’s
time for me to be telling you what I tell
you almost every week and that is I wrote
some more poems and haiku.  Yeppers 10
more poems with an extra 3 and 1 shorty.
One of the poems is a Christmas poem.
So that ups the count to 13 and a half 🙂
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 now I guess it’s time for me to begin
my search for that terrible at hiding off
switch,  but not before I wish you all
a most wonderful week.  Remember,
Jesus loves you and we do too. Alrighty
then,  so where is that off switch trying
to hide this week?  LOL ya thought you
wouldn’t have to try to hide this time
due to the power outtages didn’t ya LOL.
I guess hiding behind my nose spray
was the quickest place you had to run
when you figured out that I was going
to get this thing done huh LOL.  Well,
Gotcha,  see ya CLICK zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

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+4 and 22 hehehehehehehehehehe 🙂

A Winter Dream

Times of slumber
find that place
a winter dream
that you can taste.
A simple time
that brings you peace
a winter dream
with sweet release.
Christmas scenes
with lights so bright
that they shine
a peaceful night.
A winter dream
of long ago
building snowmen
in the snow.
A gentle thought
that comes alive
a winter dream
we recognize.
The love and joy
finds ways to be
a winter dream
I wish to see.

©By Bill Pearce
Oct 17,  2016

Falling Stars

Nighttime finds scenery
Venus and Mars
with twinkling essence
and a few falling stars.
On through the night sky
the scenes all behold
times filled with beauty
that surely unfold.
Falling stars majesty
streaks through the night
painting a picture
of a bright shining light.
A page of a book
with a wonderful view,
a nights falling stars
are thoughts to construe.
Thinking of the places
a falling star’s been
and wondering whether
it’s caught in the wind.
Nighttime relinquishes
airborne guitars
with but a strum of
the nights falling stars.

©By Bill Pearce
Oct 17,  2016

Neither Either

Now but only,
then but why
neither either
seems to fly
What’s remembered
might not be
neither either
you or me.
Sometimes past
and present times
is but only
rhythms rhymes.
Neither either
finds a way
that is best
to be today.
Lose the factoid
now perceives
it might be
just falling leaves.
Neither either
now and then
is rock written
out and in.
For the moments
that prevail
might be lessons
in detail.
Neither either
might be there,
but a speed bump
with a prayer.

©By Bill Pearce
Oct 17,  2016

An Autumn Road

An autumn drive
through scenery
becomes a stage
through history.
An autumn road
with colored leaves
seems as dreams
within the trees.
Each minute found
as time goes by
an autumn road
has leaves that fly.
Some as yellow,
orange and brown
find their place
upon the ground.
Yet the pathway
time’s bestowed
still shows beauty
an autumn road.

©By Bill Pearce
Oct 17,  2016

An Autumn Sky

Leaves with colors,
birds that fly
make the stage
an autumn sky.
Time with minutes
finds a place
for eyes to see.
An autumn sky
with winds that blow
comes before
the winters snow.
Relinquished leaves
are soon to fall
from the trees
so short and tall.
An autumn sky
becomes a view
found within
a dream come true.

©By Bill Pearce
Oct 18,  2016

Falls Reflections

The waters shimmer,
the waters shine
falls reflections
that I find.
Seasons moments
come in view
on the waters
oh so blue.
Falls reflections
find a way
to become
the best display.
The waters glimmer
orange and red
with some yellow
leaves have shed.
In the moment
time stands still
falls reflections
shines with zeal.
Teams of colors
come in sight
falls reflections
oh so bright.

©By Bill Pearce
Oct 18,  2016

The Tides Will Turn

A beaches scorn
of many souls
will find the times
for future goals.
The tides will turn
with changing phase
unto the night
and dawning days.
With every step
a person makes
upon a beach
their life partakes.
Soon is found
a moments past,
the tides will turn
with shadows cast.
Then recordings
of each path
will become
a moments past.
Many footprints
times discern
are washed away
the tides will turn.

©By Bill Pearce
Oct 19,  2016

A Distant Time

A season remembered,
a sight you did see
becomes such a blessing
in your history.
A distant time painted
with thoughts full of ink
becomes as a mirror
of how that you think.
A shore upon a beach
with moments of old
becomes a distant time
with sights to behold.
Those distant memories
that just passed you by
will one day awaken
as heartbeats apply.
A distant time photograph
comes into view
becoming as memoirs
an ocean of blue.
A walk on the beach
of a moment so mild
becomes a distant time
with you and your child.
Maybe just a moment
and maybe not a beach,
but a moment remembered
will come into reach.
Through a mere photograph
a time will rewind
to that of an echo
of a so distant time.

©By Bill Pearce
Oct 19,  2016

A Summer’s Day

Tracking back
through mind and more
I find the times
that I adore.
A summer’s day
with beach side view
I watched the days
of time come true.
A summer’s day
with sweet release
is found beside
the summer’s seas.
Ones found fishing
seeking their goal
while they’re dreaming
of life to unfold.
The stage is set
in a magical way
what I remember
of a summer’s day.

©By Bill Pearce
Oct 20,  2016

Another Storm

Turmoil’s beginnings
are often a key,
another storm
to help us see.
A storm of sadness
might involve
futures blessings
to resolve.
Another storm
within design
might have pages
you’re to sign.
God gives angels
places found
to be strength
when you fall down.
Don’t let sadness
always form,
for some answers
will be born.
Another storm
of timeless view
might just be
the best for you.

©By Bill Pearce
Oct 20,  2016

Echoes Of Life

The wings of the living
spread widely to fly
as that of an eagle
while the minutes fly by.
Then as a memoir
our time might repeat
a moment remembered
we did not defeat.
Our echoes of life
are like a photograph,
moments remembered,
events from our past.
Scenes thought forgotten
of bridges we burned,
the echoes show minutes
we thought we had learned.
The echoes of life
become teachers of time,
often to enlighten
our dim-witted mind.

©By Bill Pearce
Oct 20,  2016

Through The Trees

A simple scene
of thereunto
can become
a wondrous view.
A wooded path,
a timeless door,
through the trees
ones can explore.
Minutes prosper
that of ages
through the trees
a book of pages.
A turning point
of slight degrees
might show well
through the trees.
Life’s mysterious
as time’s done
finding future
yet begun.
Through the trees
we might get lost
with our footsteps
such a cost.
So as pathways
through the trees
show their moments
as the seas,
look for truthful
ways to turn
that have right ways
to discern.

©By Bill Pearce
Oct 20,  2016

A House So Old

Years leave the threshold
of a house so old
dank with the essence of
feeling so cold.
A home without a owner
is just but a house
filled with only fractions,
a home for a mouse.
Time becomes its enemy
as walls come crashing in
while a house so old
seeks for life to begin agin.
Its structure is a living thing
like a human entity
as it stands watching time
just like you and like me.
We’re all a house at heart
with a lifetime to unfold
that need Lord God above
to entwine our house of old.
Yet if we let our lives
to be found without His key,
we’ll become a house so old
that our reflections only see.

©By Bill Pearce
Oct 20,  2016

Necessity And Need

Change is needed less from a dollar bill
and more from the way ones think.
A simple spark from necessity and need
can make our problems shrink.

©By Bill Pearce
Oct 20,  2016


for Oct 20,  2016

Now is a moment
that will soon become our past
so take care of now.

Mornings bring blessings
as chances of which they give
from God’s own design.

Crashing through doorways
and not looking in before,
could end in trouble.

Lost in translation,
many focus on their own thoughts
and don’t understand.

Twisted bits of time
find their ways into a dream
becoming nightmares.

Without first thinking
an action can become death
as life seeks recourse.

Preparing for morning
needs yesterday put aside
to move forward.

The shout of winter
is a voice in a snowstorm
and cold winds that blow.

The pages of a book
only put forth their journey
when they become read.

As a morning mist
the life of the day begins
to soon become clear.

A map of today
becomes many lines to see
as it is written.

Knowing the answers
does not mean that they are all,
for there might be more.

Inside a moment
some blades of grass come alive
to help cover time.

Painted memories
can become more than they were
filled full of colors.

A challenge is good
only when it’s not stupid,
for then it’s childish.

Minds found connected
might think the very same thoughts,
but different ways.

Mindless arguing
leaves doors opened for despair
that might end alone.

Many corridors
bring forth troublesome values
for empty people.

Autumn leaves falling
are a grounds keepers nightmare
that only he knows.

Losing a battle
does not mean that you are weak,
if you gave your all.

A hillside of snow
is a painting made by God
but many don’t see.

The things that you’ve done
are never hidden from God,
for His Son sees all.

©By Bill Pearce
Oct 20,  2016

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and (Just Get Up And dance) can be
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{Moonlight and Owls by Judy Pearce}
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