These Things


Hello my friends

I hope you are doing well.  Judy and I
are enjoying the weekend.  There’s not
much going on around here.  The boys
got a haircut Thursday 🙂  They look so
cute now.  Benny looks like a Chihuahua
and Rocky looks cute too.  LOL Rocky
has begun noticing his tail that he didn’t
see that much of due to all of his hair and
he chases it around hehehe.  He is weird,
but we love him 🙂  They both seem to
have a bit more bounce in their step as
they also had their toenails clipped and
they were needing it LOL.  So,  what else
has gone on around this place?  Well,
volume 4 of Pearce’s Poetry Pictures is
now for sale.  LOL I’ve already begun
work on volume 5,  although it might be
a while later in the year before I’m done
with it.  That’s a lot of writing and work
getting the poems formatted into pictures
and paintings.  Hopefully our books start
selling soon.  At the moment though we
have only sold a small few books.  Maybe
one day when I’m dead and gone LOL.
So onto another topic.  The weather up
here has been fairly nice.  Although today
it is quite warm with a high of 79F.  Yep
warm,  but not quite as warm as it is in
Texas I’m quite sure LOL.  I believe the
high for Greenville Texas today is 93F 🙂
We are though using our portable AC
today.  I’ve got it set on dehumidifier
and that provides a lot of cool air using
that mode.  Our landlord hired one of
the tenants to wash the backside of our
mobile home yesterday.  LOL there’s
still a lot to do.  She only washed the
lower part.  Judy ordered a cheap power
washer from Amazon the other day in
hopes of that helping to get our mobile
home washed.  It might not work too
well being it only cost 20 dollars LOL.
We shall see.  We figure we can use it
to wash our car and maybe even the
boys when they get all nasty hehehe 🙂
So,  it will get used.  It doesn’t look as
though there is any rain in the forecast
until maybe Friday,  but we shall see.
The clouds have a habit of making the
weathermen out as liars LOL.  So what
else is there to tell ya?  Well Judy has
been busy painting more pictures and
she’s getting better with every stroke of
the brush.  I’m still writing picture poems
and using many of her paintings  for the
poems.  I’ve already written 16 picture
poems for book 5 LOL,  or as they’re
called in the title of our books Poetry
Pictures hehehe.  The Pearce’s Place is
still booming with life as our boys run
around the house playing chase or are
often just wanting to play.  Thank You
God for giving me these things to enjoy.
Yes we have our bad days,  but it’s with
the bad days that the good days shine.
With each day comes more blessings
in disguise.  Some in form as troubles
that in time become the tools that we
need to grow.  Thank You Lord for
all of these.  Now I believe it’s time
for me to be taking a little trip 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 place of my recollection that
I always like to call RECOLLECT
VILLE.  I think I found a decent title
just a few lines back and now after
checking I see that it has not been used
yet,  So,  away we go…..

These Things

Those times of life
that form to breathe
might become times
we don’t believe.
They might be strange
to our own view
the way we’ve always
chose to do.
Yet these things
that come in sight
might be from God
to show what’s right.
The different days
we watch and wait
these things might be
of a different date.
A moments time
might not be here
to give these things
we want so dear.
A simple turn
of life’s own stage
might make these things
to fill with rage.
So don’t let want
to steal your smile
and make these things
of Hell’s compile.

©By Bill Pearce
July 2,  2017

There ya go.  I hope you liked and maybe
even understood the poem.  If not,  then
sorry LOL.  Maybe next week as I have
found that often something is not meant
for us to understand being it’s for another.
I’ve noticed that many times there will be
a lot of perspectives on what I’ve written.
My dad used to call my journals sermons.
Though many of my journals are nothing
more than humor to help you with life and
maybe even a few life lessons.  I hope you
enjoyed all of my rambling.  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.  Yep,
10 more poems with 6 extra and 1 of the
poems is a Christmassy poem.  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.  Now I reckon
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 and a Happy and safe 4th of
July.  Remember,  Jesus loves you and
we do too.  Now,  to find that ornery off
switch.  Where can it be hiding or at best
sitting at hehehe?  Hmmmmmmmmmm,
searching the normal hiding spots.  Nope,
not there.  LOL but then in a new spot,
there ya are.  Hiding behind the radiator
heater that is unplugged at the moment.
If you would ever learn to stay hid and
not be poking your head up every once
in a while,  I might not find you so easy.
Gotcha,  see ya CLICK zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

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

P.S  A link to our brand new books
Pearce’s Poetry Pictures,
Pearce’s Poetry Pictures 2,
Pearce’s Poetry Pictures 3
and Pearce’s Poetry Pictures 4
is at the end of the journal along
with all of the others.  Enjoy 🙂
Please buy our books 😉

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

A Winter Mind

Life becomes
its own array
of time to time
and day to day.
A season’s sight
is found to be
a timeless voyage
through history.
A winter mind
becomes a flight
snow that’s fell
in season’s sight.
Those memories
of now and then
will come to life
and again begin.
White as angels
snow is found
a winter mind
of sight and sound.
Many blessings
live and breathe
a winter mind
to then perceive.

©By Bill Pearce
Jun 28,  2017

Time Passes On

Inside my mind
I view a wave
a distant time
of yesterday.
Inside this view
my mind perceives
the waves of time
as oceans leaves.
Thrusting waters
changing face
as time passes on
and scenes enlace.
Words as echoes
far and wide
as time passes on
with views applied.
The morning sun
displays a scent
of the passing
of times intent.
Rolling thunder
waves of dawn
are gifts from God
as time passes on.

©By Bill Pearce
Jun 28,  2017

Lost Perspective

Beyond our sight
might be a scene
a time and place
that’s in between.
A mere moment
hidden from view
a lost perspective
that’s really true.
Time might seem
to be just a lie,
but live as life
we cannot deny.
A lost perspective
of how and when
will come into view
as now and then.
Things we thought
that could not be
might one day then
be clear to see.
Our lost perspective
might find its way
to see the truth
in now today.

©By Bill Pearce
Jun 28,  2017


Life’s embrace
is a memory
often seen
as a mystery.
A mere moment’s
own reflection
becomes a scene
within detection.
Signs of life
with love so true
reflecting time
a wondrous view.
Like a reflection
of time’s displayed
a photo voyage
that can’t degrade.
It lives inside
as shadows thrive
as a reflection
to stay alive.
Found within
a photograph
life’s reflection
is unmasked.

©By Bill Pearce
Jun 28,  2017

Lupine Dreams

A stroll down the road
uncovers such a sight,
a scene full of colors
amidst the daylight.
A pleasant aroma
comes rolling like waves
while purple colors
give so much to gaze.
Visualized awakened
while I walk along
the flowers give music
for me to sing along.
Words from my heartbeat
with textures so sweet
found on my journey
to make it complete.
Feeding my minds eye
with wonderful scenes,
this is my journey
with lupine dreams.

©By Bill Pearce
Jun 28,  2017

Complacent River

As life meets struggles
and time finds tests
many will continue
to not do their best.
There are so many
that allow time to be,
repeating the problems
of their history.
Becoming complacent
a dead river of life
allowing the pathway
to fill full of strife.
Then as the minutes
and hours pass by
found in the mirror
is life that’s run dry.
Not seeking answers
while looking away
many will often
be lost in dismay.
Don’t let your journey
be less to deliver
filled full of muck
as a complacent river.

©By Bill Pearce
Jun 28,  2017

Just Like Gold

Hidden from time
there’s a path inlaid
a journey to find
of a photo parade.
Just like gold
is a memory
a sight to behold
with life to see.
God then unleashes
a scene to gaze
a time so divine
that a path displays.
Just like gold
in a wondrous view
life is transformed
into something new.
Time is a moment
that passes me by
found in a pathway
I cannot deny.
Autumn colors
then surely unfold
as scenes come alive
that are just like gold.

©By Bill Pearce
Jun 28,  2017

Enchanted Skies

One time long ago
I remember a view
an enchanted scene
in a sky of blue.
The moon was bright
in evenings sky
as clouds of pink
would pass it by.
A magical moment
that my eyes explored
became so alive
as an ocean on board.
Clouds as waves
would float with ease
in enchanted skies
of summer’s eve.
The moon would glow
so bright and true
in enchanted skies
so bold and blue.

©By Bill Pearce
Jun 28,  2017

Black Eyed Susan

A scene so serene
as a yellow flower
becomes as a dream
of a times empower.
A black eyed Susan
painted with glee
the sign of a time
that God gave free.
A mere recording
that one painted on
a time remembered
of lifetime at dawn.
A black eyed Susan
that seems like gold
becomes as a story
a painter has told.
Life as a moment
time has displayed
painted emotion
as life’s lemonade.
A scene so serene
as a mere memory
a black eyed Susan
God gave you and me.

©By Bill Pearce
Jun 29,  2017

Christmas Trail

Footprints in snow
as a path of white
becomes as a trail
such a magical sight.
Found as a journey
time frames to see
is a Christmas trail
as white as can be.
It holds deep within it
a life carried on
ones snapping pictures
from times early dawn.
Written with passion
as a story to find
a moment recorded
of one special time.
A sweet memory
in wondrous detail
is a path that’s inlaid
as a Christmas trail.

©By Bill Pearce
Jun 29,  2017

Purple Flower

Now envisioned
might seem blue
as your problems
timeless true.
Some become as
found as mirrors
within windows.
Then the minutes
time has made
start their journey
life’s cascade.
That is when you
need to look
and find answers
you’ve mistook.
Maybe something
passed you by
leaving questions
how and why.
It might be simple
to empower
problems as
a purple flower.

©By Bill Pearce
Jun 29,  2017

A Simple Smile

A field of life
and time displayed
becomes a place
with moments made.
A simple smile
of times gone by
becomes an echo
the times reply.
With every minute
found to see
a simple smile
makes history.
It brings the joy
and love alive
a simple scene
a field of life.
A page is turned
that times compile
with just a scene
a simple smile.

©By Bill Pearce
Jun 30,  2017

Within The Waves

Found as blessings
waves roll on
timeless moments
like a song.
An ocean photo
comes alive
a scene of wonder
found to thrive.
Dogs seen dancing
in the waves
of those wondrous
summer days.
Seagulls flying
dancing too
within the waves
within my view.
Dogs and seagulls
join together
within the waves
that last forever.
A joyful scene
is then explored
as my mindset
climbs aboard.

©By Bill Pearce
Jun 30,  2017

Life As Bubbles

Maiden voyages
bubbles fly
floating up
into the sky.
Life is counted
then and gone
life as bubbles
float along.
Seen as moments
seen as life
often portrayed
as our strife.
Voyage to Heaven
scenes display
life as bubbles
float away.
Filling turnstiles
with a view
bubbles floating
Seen as dreams
that seem so real
life as bubbles
is surreal.

©By Bill Pearce
Jun 30,  2017

A Cookout

The day prevails
with wondrous ways
a cookout scene
of summer’s days.
The fire’s flaming
cooking meat
that’s soon to be
real good to eat.
The day prevails
as clouds roll in
a summer’s day
of now and then.
A cookout scene
of life and times
becomes a day
of burgers prime.
The taste entails
a true cuisine
a cookout day
a wondrous scene.

©By Bill Pearce
Jun 30,  2017

Pond Of Dreams

The light of day
provides a view
a scenic phase
with skies of blue.
A pond of dreams
begins to sail
and bring to life
a wondrous tale.
It holds within
its waters blue
a dreamers gaze
of times come true.
A pond of dreams
is not alone,
for it’s beside
a forgotten home.
The home is quiet
as time convenes
to rest beside
a pond of dreams.

©By Bill Pearce
Jun 30,  2017

for July 1,  2017

The test of minutes
is found within our patience
while counting seconds.

The joy of a smile
is unpredictable time
that sparkles like gold.

A raindrops essence
brings forth life from within it
one drop at a time.

The shadows of life
are simple echoes we’ve made
while walking along.

Time is a moment
that becomes portions of life
as minutes tick on.

Going up a hill
is best when motivated
with a wondrous view.

Walking in sunshine
can display the best moments
and highlight the bad.

Need of a flower
is that of the morning dew
to begin the day.

Ocean waves will roll
speaking volumes within time
as they crash ashore.

The width of a lie
is the determining fact
of what that is true.

Clouds loudly speaking
have a story within them
much more than we see.

A kite flying high
grabs tight to each passing breeze
to keep it aloft.

Seasons of displays
become authors of their lives
as the moments change.

Wild flowers will bloom
to bring beauty in our lives
to outshine the weeds.

Lost in a dream world
ones will often find nightmares
that our wants allow.

The distant journeys
of our minds of perception
can become sadness.

The life of a rose
begins as a mere seedling
that has been cared for.

Storm clouds bring raindrops
with some lightning and thunder
to entertain us.

Patience is acquired
as your life throws many stones
for you to accept.

Many threads of life
are woven in and out through time
with rusty needles.

Belief in oneself
can be either a blessing
or an illusion.

The salt of the Earth
is the life that shines from it
to create journeys.

©By Bill Pearce
July 1,  2017

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