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ANIMAL’S GREETINGS

Hello my friends

It’s been a rather boring week around here
aside from all of the politics and anger that’s
attached to it. No I am not going to discuss
it. I feel there has been enough said about
all of that through the media. LOL I guess
you could consider my journal media, but not
that kind. So, what else has happened here
at the Pearce’s Place that’s worth talking about.
Well, There has not been anything more done
to our home add on. Judy and I stopped at
our landlords house this afternoon and Judy
had a talk with him. He said that he will come
tomorrow and inspect the add on and if it is
damaged too much from the rain then he’ll
tear it down. He had put off doing anything
with it and it had rained in it multiple times.
The carpet and floor is SOAKED. So we
shall see what happens there. I have made
up my mind, I am not going to let it stress
me out as much as I had before. I think I
had another stroke the other night due to it
and all of the political arguments that have
been occurring on Facebook. I cannot let
myself get stressed like that again. I want
to spend a few more years with Judy and
the boys as well as see my daughter and
her soon to be husband. So levity, here I
come LOL. There has not been much of a
chance for me to take pictures this passed
week. Judy’s been some doing painting, but
even that had slacked off due to all of the
epidemics that have been happening. We
have both gotten back into the swing of
things and are back to work with our poetry
and paintings. We figure if it was a meteor
fixing to hit the Earth, there would be little
we could do about it, and so this is now that
meteor LOL so why worry about what we
have no control over 🙂 LOL All of those
with their underground bunkers are nuts
if you ask me HaHaHa. Not the Tornado
shelters 🙂 I’m talking about the bunkers
that are supposed to protect them from a
Earth shattering event such as a bomb or
a meteor. I figure this, what happens will
happen and if it’s time for me to go, then I
shall wave goodbye LOL if I have a chance.
Each day in this world gives hope for another
miracle. Don’t just focus on the nightmares.
Find the miracles no matter how small they
may be. I’m sitting here munching on some
Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups. I know, I’ll
pay the piper for this LOL. Hey I already
spend half of my life in the bathroom, so
I might as well enjoy it hehehe. Judy has
just headed over to her brother’s house to
help him with his prescriptions. We picked
them up while we were at Walmart when we
were headed to town this afternoon. We also
did a bit of grocery shopping, being that
our refrigerator and freezer was getting
rather bare. It would help if our books
were selling. So far all of those that said
they would buy a book if I ever published
one haven’t bought one LOL. Oh well,
if you want something good to buy for a
Christmas present, you can buy one of
Judy’s books or our newest that’s got a
129 of my picture poems in it and about
20 or so of hers in it. LOL don’t you just
love my sales pitch! I can’t help it, Judy
and I have put a lot of hard work into this
new book and she’s put a ton of hours
of sweat and tears into all of her books.
Ok, so next topic. The boys wanted to
go with Judy when she headed out to her
brothers house, but when I called them
they came running and I gave them both
a treat. They’re both lying in their little
doggy beds right beside me now. Rocky
has gotten to where he likes to sleep
next to me when we go to bed. He curls
up in the floor right beside me every
night and sleeps for a few hours and
then after a bit he’ll stroll over to the
other side of the bed and climb in his
doggy bed next to Benny which is the
side of the bed that Judy sleeps on. We
love our boys. Though we will be happy
when we can let the boys out the front
door, especially being it won’t be long
before there will be too much snow out
the back door for them to get out. No
way for our landlord to plow back there.
Though it is easier to let them out of
the back door hehehe being it is in our
bedroom and all we’ve gotta do is get
up and open the door and they run out
and do their thing and then Rocky will
bark to let us know when they are ready
to come back in. Anyways, hopefully
all of this is resolved soon. Calvin told
Judy that he doesn’t want to lose us as
tenants. We’ve lived here for over 8
years, almost 9. So, It looks like we
will be OK. God is still in control as
He has always been. We might not like
the outcome of situations, but He can
make good out of the worst situations
So, even though things might seem
bleak at the moment, remember that
a rainbow might be just around the bend.
Now I believe it’s time for me to begin
my search back through all that I have
written here to see if I can find a good
word or phrase that I can use for the
title for today’s 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 half way back in my
rambling. Now to see if I can do anything
with it. Here goes….

Sweat And Tears

Trials and errors,
sweat and tears
lessons come
from many years.
Time’s a window
opened wide
to let decisions
come inside.
Sweat and tears
from life long ways
becomes patterns
timeless days.
Through the scenes
of far and wide
minutes show
what’s all applied.
Maybe written,
maybe said
sweat and tears
of do and dread.
Through our past
can grow good years
learned from many,
sweat and tears.

©By Bill Pearce
Nov 13, 2016

I hope you enjoyed my rambling and I didn’t
irritate ya to much hehehe. Also I hope that
you liked the poem and maybe even sort of
understood it. There are times that I find my
own self confused about what I’ve written 🙂
The words come to me as a puzzle to be put
together and let the words fall in place. Yes,
I know, weird huh 🙂 I don’t question it, I
just do what God has instilled in me to do and
that is write my thoughts. I just let the boys
back in. They had to go out and go potty a
little while ago. Though Rocky was not at
the door barking being I believe they were
both looking for Judy/mom to come home 🙂
She should be home soon. LOL Rocky’s in
here with one of his squeaky toys and he’s
wanting me to play with him. Benny was in
the living room playing with another squeaky
toy, but he has even strolled in here hehehe.
They are both right behind me staring at me
with those play with me eyes 🙂 I stopped
for a brief to play with them, but back to
the journal. I need to get this done, but
it is hard hehehe being Rocky is running
all over the place with squeaky toys and
stopping ever so often to look at me LOL.
Benny has decided to lie down in his doggy
bed next to the radiator heater. I had to
go check on Rocky. he got too quiet and
when he gets quiet, it means he is up to
no good LOL. He knocked the pillows off
of our bed and tumped over Judy’s trash
can. Nothing big LOL. Anyways, it’s
time for me to tell you what I tell you
almost ever week and that is, I wrote
some more poems and haiku. Yeppers,
10 more poems, but as normal here lately
I wrote a few more due to the picture
poetry, 6 to be more precise and 2
of the poems are sort of Christmassy.
I also wrote once again 22 more haiku
for all of the haiku lovers out there.
I hope that you can find at least 1 or 2
of either or both that you like. Before
I wind this up, I want to again pitch
our brand new book Pearce’s Poetry
Pictures. You can find a link to the
book at the very end of the poetry
and haiku along with links to all of
Judy’s other books. I hope that you
will tell your friends about them. So
Ok, enough with my sales pitch 🙂
Now to see if I can find that hardly
elusive off switch, but not before
I wish you a blessings filled week.
Remember, Jesus loves you and
we do too. Ok, so where are you
hiding this week? I don’t see any
movement as I usually do hehehe.
LOL I take that back. I just saw
a bit of movement behind my nose
drops hehehe. Ya almost toppled
the bottle didn’t ya? Guess what?
Gotcha, see ya CLICK zzzzzzzzzzzz.

P.S A link to our brand new book
Pearce’s Poetry Pictures
is at the end of the journal along
with all of the others. Enjoy 🙂

Now it’s on with the poems and haiku
10+6 and 22 hehehehehehehehehehe 🙂

The Moon So Bright

When night falls near
with stars in sight
a scene is found
the moon so bright.
A sweet round orb
that’s often seen
as a magical story
a wonderful dream.
A large round ball
that shines in the sky
is a momentous scene
for birds that fly.
Seeing their imprints
in sync with the moon
and hearing the sounds
of a nearby loon.
Each moment found
is a pure delight
blessings from Heaven
the moon so bright.

©By Bill Pearce
Nov 7, 2016

Snowy Trees

Winters of Christmas
might not have a sign
of Christmas lights lit up
in the dark night to shine.
Yet with a glimmer
of a white snowy view
Christmas is welcomed,
a most wonderful hue.
Snowy trees standing
with branches so high
in the wintertime’s scenes
as snowflakes will fly.
Deep snow has gathered
to paint many sights
scenes within Christmas,
the days and the nights.
Each moment’s flavor
displays snowy seas
and when you look up
you see snowy trees.
Then when the wind blows
the tree limbs will sway
shaking the snow off
their daily display.
Yet as the snowflakes
continue to fall
those white snowy trees
might just catch it all.
The Christmastime scene
then continues its while,
those white snowy trees,
more snow to compile.

©By Bill Pearce
Nov 7, 2016

Endearing Thoughts

The skies of gray
might find your face
with empty thoughts,
an untied lace.
Endearing thoughts,
can become seen
when clouds of gray
become a stream.
Then some blue
will find a way
to show on through
the clouds of gray.
Endearing thoughts
of wondrous things
can enhance
as angels sing.
It’s with the sight
beyond the sound
that brings us peace
to then be found.
The stages seen
that times expose
might be thorns
of a gorgeous rose.
Peace will come
as clouds of time
sent as love
from God Divine.
Many blessings
will defrost
through the gray
endearing thoughts.

©By Bill Pearce
Nov 8, 2016

Painted Poppy

Little flower
orange display
painted in a
wondrous way,
won’t you sing
a song of joy
as the painter
did employ.
Painted poppy
scene of time
you are now
a painted rhyme.
Seen by others
timeless hue
painted poppy
someone drew.
Your true essence
came alive
as the painter
did contrive.
Painted poppy
stems of green
now you’re here
a wondrous scene.

©By Bill Pearce
Nov 8, 2016

A Small Waterfall

A time was found
one summers day
when life became
an active play.
We saw some geese
in waters blue
that rested there,
then off they flew.
Right beside them
was a stage,
a scene created
age to age.
A small waterfall
poured its mind
into the way
of time to time.
We stood watching
for a while
snapping pictures
with a smile.
The moment passed
for futures call
to leave the sight
a small waterfall.

©By Bill Pearce
Nov 8, 2016

Beyond Anger

Threads of life
are tied in knots
as ones anger
becomes lost.
Lengthy patterns
stories told
minutes ticking
time so bold.
Beyond anger
life is found
turning smiles
to upside down.
Echoes being
all that’s said
when our anger
fills with dread.
Signs of times
with different speeds
anger becomes
planted seeds.
Then the future
is in danger
finding fragments
beyond anger.

©By Bill Pearce
Nov 9, 2016

Whisperings Of Nature

A silent bird flying
in a blue cloudy sky
gives but a whisper
that life can’t deny.
Momentary minutes
will become such a view
whisperings of nature
in the sky oh so blue.
Scenes are the stages
with aromatic ways
whispering the settings
of some wonderful days.
Nature with it’s voices,
grasses and seas
becomes many pictures
with flowers and trees.
Whisperings of nature
that so many hear
are a cow, a buffalo,
elk, moose or deer.
Meadows of scenery
come alive as a dream
whisperings of nature
of a fast moving stream.
A story that is written
as words that many see
becomes but a voice
within our history.
Whisperings of nature
as a living painted view
becomes as a moment
beneath the sky of blue.

©By Bill Pearce
Nov 9, 2016

Distorted Views

The days, the ways
our times record
become as paths
some can’t afford.
Distorted views
of moments gaze
becomes so often
others ways.
The times, the dimes
throughout our lives
are with questions
hows and whys.
Questions delusions
so many find
in their distorted
points in time.
The scenes, the means
of moments news
is sometimes just
distorted views.

©By Bill Pearce
Nov 10, 2016

Long Awaited

Time for daylight,
time for dark,
time for moments
to embark.
Scenes discovered
timeless so,
long awaited
to and fro.
Minutes gather
now and then,
long awaited
will begin.
Yet impatience
ever more
becomes as
an open door.
A time to find
a new today,
long awaited
will and way.
Themes of dreams
come in sight
maybe wrong
or maybe right.
It’s with patience
time will show
long awaited
where to go.

©By Bill Pearce
Nov 10, 2016

A Painted Stream

A piece of art
a timeless show
a painted stream
will surely flow.
Seen as abstract
then foretells
a painted stream
that time impels.
Waters flowing
sights to see
found beside
a real tall tree.
Then the essence
waters blue
becomes what
the viewers view.
With a moment
time becomes
a painted stream
that surely runs.
Through the trees
to then expose
a painted stream
of where it flows.

©By Bill Pearce
Nov 10, 2016

The Buffalo

Fields of grasses
growing green
paint a picture
as a dream.
A buffalo
within the view
is painted as
a dream come true.
Mountains gaze
is found to be
with buffalo
to surely see.
The buffalo
is such a sight
that it stands
with will and might.
A painted scene
becomes a time
the buffalo
the great design.

©By Bill Pearce
Nov 10, 2016

Santa Claus Lane

One day on a journey
I saw such a sight
a man on the corner
that was to my right.
He looked like old Santa
on Santa Claus Lane
as he stood by the sign
that did so proclaim.
He had a white beard
and red jacket on
as he just stood watching
while I walked along.
This man with whiskers
looked clearly at me
with a twinkle in his eyes
so clear I could see.
He had a great smile
and a wonderful laugh
as he went Ho Ho Ho
while I walked on past.
On Santa Claus Lane
I’ll remember so clear
that I saw him one day
before Christmas was here.
He still stands awaiting
in my dreams in the night
on Santa Claus Lane
a wonderful sight.
The scene is a moment of
Christmas divine
that will forever
be found on my mind.

©By Bill Pearce
Nov 11, 2016

A Birthday Wish

Another age,
another time
a birthday wish
for things to find.
Candles burning
all about
a birthday wish
to then blow out.
Time’s a minute
gathered true
ages counted
more to view.
A birthday wish
so many find
as they’re seen
a point and time.
The stage is set
with birthday cake
ages found
with more to make.

©By Bill Pearce
Nov 12, 2016

Daisies

Upon a fence
of wood one day
I saw some daisies
found in May.
Now they’re just
a memory
a painted sight
for me to see.
The painter painted
them so sweet
looking good
enough to eat.
These daisies seem
to be alive
upon the fence
they do contrive.
Climbing up
the daisies grow
as the painter
paints them so.
Then as artwork
they become
a painters work
that’s surely done.

©By Bill Pearce
Nov 12, 2016

The Shadow Owl

A midnight clear
displays a sight
amidst the moon
that shines at night.
The shadow owl
it looks around
through the sky
and on the ground.
Within the scene
a tree had grown
to give the owl
a hooting home.
A shadow found
as branches sway
through the night
and into day.
The shadow owl
a scary scene
can become
moments dream.
Found by night
a moonlight fowl
is a scene
the shadow owl.

©By Bill Pearce
Nov 12, 2016

A Little Smile

When there’s troubled
sights to see
find a doorway
set it free.
Using peaceful
as your tool
can end moments
as the fool.
A little smile
from days gone by
can be helpful
and here’s why.
The little smile
that others see
might just blossom
you and me.
Becoming scenes
of day and night
a little smile
ones can unite.

©By Bill Pearce
Nov 12, 2016

Haiku
for Nov 12, 2016

Time is a moment
that many will waste away
thinking they have time.

Life is a feather
that floats in our existence
with each breath of air.

Within a doorway
answers might be very clear,
but the wrong answers.

Listing your problems
will not guarantee changes,
for we need action.

Looking out windows
can often cause us to dream
of a better life.

Judging each other
could become an empty life,
for we are unique.

Blindly making steps
could land you in a puddle
filled with much regret.

A forest of trees
can become a grave of life
as fear fills the void.

Trouble comes knocking
at the most unprepared times,
so stay on your guard.

Without some water
a flower has not a chance
to show its beauty.

The seasons of sun
become doorways to winter
as snowflakes will fall.

Shadows in the night
can become things that we fear
if we allow them.

Shelter from a storm
can often become the storm
as we run to it.

Stars seen glimmering
might of expired years ago
and be only light.

Harvesting changes
does not promise a good crop,
for it might poison.

In the afterlife
ones spirits might float freely
seeking other life.

Need is confusion
while want becomes many needs
lost in a whirlwind.

Imagining fear
can make it to come to life
as fear takes over.

As a life finds end
a new beginning awaits
filled with mysteries.

Allowing troubles
to become your every thought
will not give you peace.

Moonlight on meadows
provides a painter with scenes
to put on canvas.

The midnight hours
hold the keys to perception
that darkness can hide.

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Pearce’s Poetry Pictures
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Ben Geurts Drawing Art site
http://www.drawingart.net
and Old Fashioned Christmas site
http://www.anoldfashionedchristmas.com/
My Animal’s Greetings site below
https://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
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Your frosty friend Bill 🙂