Appreciate The Good


Hello my friends

Well it seems that another week has passed
us by and the month of January is half over
with the beginning of the new year.  I am as
always having a dickens of a time signing my
poems LOL.  I keep having to remind myself
that it’s not 2017 anymore.  That’ll go on for
maybe another few weeks hehehe.  Boy we’ve
had some weird weather.  Friday it got up to
52 F degrees,  but today’s high is 10 F degrees.
LOL quite a temperature drop don’t ya think.
The low for tonight is supposed to be -11 F 🙂
LOL tomorrow is supposed to be almost the
same as today.  There is snow forecasted for
late Tuesday night and Wednesday.  Of course
that can change if ya know what I mean LOL.
Our youngest grandson Christian is spending
the weekend with us.  I figured I would get in
here and get an early start on writing before
he and Judy woke up.  I let the boys out to
go potty and I think Christian may have been
awake as I passed through the living room 🙂
He sleeps on the futon in the living room when
he comes to stay with us.  We’ll most surely
miss him when he gets to the age that he  does
not want to come and stay with us.  Hopefully
he will continue for a few more years to want
to come and spend the weekend with us.  Yet,
life goes on.  We always enjoy watching all of
the Youtube gaming videos as well as many TV
shows together.  Anyways,  next topic.  Well,
it looks as though I am ready to start putting
my new book together.  I’ve got all 160 poetry
pictures done and for that matter begun work
on book number 7 LOL.  Yep,  I’ve already
written 22 poetry pictures for it hehehe.  Yes,
I know,  I write a lot.  It’s something that I’ve
always enjoyed doing and I seem to enjoy it
more putting pictures to my poetry and vice
versa.  It makes it more challenging for me 🙂
The fun part is finding a photo that we have
taken or a painting that Judy’s painted to
use and then becomes the chore or titling it
and that gets harder every day being that I’ve
written well over 11000 poems and I always
try not to repeat titles hehehe.  Although I
have made an error and repeated 1 or 2 titles,
but I try my best not to by always running
a search to look to see if has been used yet.
Of course in the far distant past,  I did not
do that and that is why I have a few repeated
titles LOL.  Christian has gotten into writing
poetry and artwork.  He gets better with every
stride 🙂  There’s not been much happening
at the Pearce’s Place other than what I have
already mentioned.  It’s pretty boring around
here LOL.  OK,  maybe to you it would be
boring.  Judy and I enjoy it.  We watch our
favorite TV shows and at times when she is
painting,  I sit anxiously awaiting to see if
I can use what she’s painted for a poetry
picture.  I love her paintings and creations.
She’s quite talented.  We enjoy doing things
together.  Yes we have our off days when
things don’t go so well,  but it makes us to
appreciate the good days even more.  Yep,
life needs the sour notes so to enjoy the
sweet ones.  God has been good to us as
always.  We might not like what He has
planned for us,  but He knows what’s best
for us.  Judy and I send our prayers to all
of the ones in need or are suffering.  Prayer
does wonders.  Now I believe it’s time for
me to be looking back on all that I have
written her to se 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 little place of my recollection
that I always like to call,  RECOLLECT
VILLE.  I think I may have found a good
title and now after checking I see that it
has not been used as of yet,  but used it
shall be Mwahahaha hehehe.  Here goes…

Appreciate The Good

When life throws sorrow
within your streams
look for tomorrow
with blessings and dreams.
Let not the sad times
to always be found.
Look for the good signs
as you look around.
A moment can hide
a good time in your day,
but it might be inside
in a blossoming way.
Blooming as a flower
the good might expose
through a sad hour
the sight of a rose.
So don’t let your life
to be misunderstood,
for we need a little strife
to appreciate the good.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 14,  2018

I hope you enjoyed the poem and maybe even
enjoyed my rambling hehehe.  Yes I do tend to
ramble don’t I!  Well,  Judy and Christian are
still asleep hehehe and I’m just about done here.
There’s not much else to tell you. I can’t think
of anything that I may have forgotten,  but if
I do,  I’ll put it in next weeks journal hehehehe.
But for now 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 4 extras and 2 of them are
Christmas poems.  I also once again wrote 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 I believe it’s time for me to be
searching for that hardly elusive off switch,  but
not before I wish you a wonderful weekend or
what ever’s left of it and a truly blessings filled
week.  Remember,  Jesus loves you and we do
too.  Now,  where is that ornery off switch at?
Where can it be hiding this week?  Hmmmm,
LOL I think I see my nose drops wobbling a
bit.  Yep,  there ya are once again.  Hey if ya
went to the bathroom before you hid,  you
might be able to stand still without dancing
a jig hehehe.  Try harder next week will ya 🙂
Gotcha,  see ya CLICK zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

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
Pearce’s Poetry Pictures 4
Pearce’s Poetry Pictures 5
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+4 and 22 hehehehehehehehehehe 🙂

The Cold Of Life

Thoughts of time
and past of phase
the cold of life
is living ways.
Within turnstiles
moments time
the cold of life
is its own design.
It might be seen
as just a stage
the cold of life
another page.
A book of time
can show a scene
the cold of life
a frozen stream.
In snow of white
there might be held
the cold of life
a time to tell.
Just like a dream
of another view
the cold of life
might not be true.
It might be warm
within the snow
the cold of life
that times bestow.
So let its warmth
to end your strife
finding peace
in the cold of life.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 9,  2018

As A Memory

We often find
that time evades
the thoughts within
the passing days.
Our memories
are there to be
as peace of mind
to set us free.
Within our prayers
we might be found
sitting staring
looking around.
Searching for God
and all He does
as a memory
of all that was.
He knows best
for you and I
as time goes on
till the day we die.
As a memory
we often wonder
does He forgive
our every blunder.
Yet the truth
is there each day,
for His Son
has shown the way.
He died for us
to set us free
and be the best
as a memory.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 9,  2018

On Beyond

Just like shadows
times agleam
found on beyond
within a scene.
A certain day
a memory
found on beyond
times history.
We might recall
a wondrous way
found on beyond
a Christmas day.
Just like shadows
we memorize
found on beyond
December’s skies.
Our families
of distant times
found on beyond
within our minds.
These are ventures
remembered well
found on beyond
some times to tell.
Right now might be
but just a sight
found on beyond
the heavens light.
It might hold truth
a wondrous gaze
found on beyond
our Christmas days.
Snow of white
and wintertime
found on beyond
might show a sign.
A time that lives
that’s never gone
a Christmas view
found on beyond.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 9,  2018

Time That Passes

Many days
that we remember
are as times
burning ember.
Scenes defined as
moment’s peace
time that passes
to never cease.
Fleeting scenes
that life displays
are the times
of wondrous ways.
Stages set
for many a view
become the times
remembered true.
Time that passes
becomes a dream
as those days
a certain scene.
Beyond right now,
but still in sight
time that passes
finds its flight.
As a bird
with wings desire
time that passes
will never tire.
Found as life
of flavored classes
remembered then
is time that passes.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 10,  2018

Greater Days

Through the clouds
of whitish ways
we can imagine
greater days.
As the sky
is filled with white
our minds can see
a wondrous sight.
Creating styles
of certain things
we can imagine
angels wings.
Within the clouds
of now and then
greater days
can then begin.
As our minds
another phase
look for life
of other ways,
we might find
a certain shroud
a life and times
we are so proud.
Some of which
that bring a smile
through the clouds
that times compile.
We can find
some greater days
learned in time
from other ways.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 10,  2018

Scented Thoughts

Found reflections
become gold
as our stories
timeless told.
Scented thoughts
of distant views
become times
we now infuse.
Scenes becoming
scented thoughts
of lakes and trees.
Through a porthole
we might gaze
seeing sometimes
life’s displays.
As reflections
hearts desire
scented thoughts
our minds acquire.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 10,  2019

Winter’s Theme

Snowy settings,
scenes of white
are thresholds
of winter’s sight.
Many snowflakes
floated down
to become as
whitish ground.
Then the displays
added more
trees of white
like times before.
I remember
then and there
timeless scenes
that none compare.
Yet as pages
from a book
scenes of life
are not mistook.
As a memoir
written phase
winter’s essence
then displays.
Themes of white
to then indulge
that of snowflakes
times divulge.
Becoming life
of which to sing,
this is known as
winter’s theme.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 10,  2018

Beyond The View

Like an ocean
ripples form
to begin as
time reborn.
Beyond the view
is certain waves
life’s encounters
time displays.
Seeming faint
this view of time
waves will roll
as churns of mind.
As a thought
we might perceive
beyond the view
waves interweave.
Bonding motions
in a glance
just as a sea
of pure romance.
The view is scarce
that’s seen afar
from the place
of which you are.
So many scenes
can come alive
just as a song
to jump and jive.
Waves of time
are oceans cue,
as life is found
beyond the view.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 10,  2018

Midnight Dream

Looking deeply
into the sky
a midnight dream
might surely fly.
Seeming as magic
a moment to see
a midnight dream
might come to be.
Awakened by sight
of the moon above
a midnight dream
is filled with love.
It might begin
as a whirling wind
that seems as time
without an end.
Yet in the moment
as clouds are seen
the moon might show
a midnight dream.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 10,  2018

Snow Covered Road

Life as a snowflake
is a pattern to see
that falls in a moment
as life’s tapestry.
A snow covered scene
in pathways of time
gives birth to a place
for heartbeats to find.
Scenes come alive
as a magical place
a snow covered road
that times interlace.
Driven by a season
that many will share,
patterns on a road
with a wintertime flair.
This is what I see
in front of my abode,
such a wonderful sight,
a snow covered road.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 11,  2018

Children Will Play

A day of winter
brings much to see
as children will play
so happy and free.
Snow that’s fallen
became as a scene
as children will play
and happily sing.
Tossing snowballs
with joy in their eyes
as children will play
beneath winter’s skies.
This is a wonderful
time of the year
as children will play
and happily cheer.
The snow’s a plaything
to them winter’s day
and this is the reason
children will play.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 11,  2018

Fervent Scenes

I dream of a day
such a wonderful time
so fervently laid
as hearts intertwine.
The feeling of bliss
becomes as a phase
within fervent scenes
of my own yesterdays.
Life is as water
that flows in the midst
seeming as magic
that shall never desist.
Then as a dreamworld
it opens real wide
to allow more scenery
as a mind blowing ride.
I dream of a day
with flowing streams
that’s found in the past
as fervent scenes.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 12,  2018

Wings Of Time

We often fly
above the breeze
and overlook
the land and seas.
Wings outstretched
to carry us on
dusk to dusk
and dawn to dawn.
Minds as birds
that flutter fast
might lose feathers
from the past.
The scenes of life
we do not see
are due to ventures
hurried degree.
Rushed like wind
we blow away
wondrous things
from day to day.
So take a breath
and clear your mind
and enjoy your life
with wings of time.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 13,  2018

Looking Through

Dressed for winter
a scene’s surely found
snow on the trees
and snow on the ground.
Life is as billows
with segments of time
while looking through
to a special design.
My eyes are searching
for time as a cue
Christmastime blessings
with wintertime’s view.
Trees in the distance
hold snow fluffy white
becoming portions
of season’s delight.
I’m looking through
to where it came from
snow covered moments
so heavenly spun.
Time’s looking through
with its own special eyes
finding the flavors
of a moment’s surprise.
Looking through life
we can often partake
moments of grandeur
that come wide awake.
Now as I’m searching
this magical hue
I find life’s alive
as I’m looking through.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 13,  2018

for Jan 12, 2018

Without a problem
a lesson would not be learned
and we would not grow.

Beyond our lifestyles
holds a place that can exist
as a better life.

Birds find a practice
that keeps them in the living,
for they learn new ways.

The meaning of life
is a confusing moment
that many misconceive.

Shadows of ourselves
are as glimmers of time
that many notice.

Looking for a door
of which your key will unlock,
might be unhealthy.

Too near a storm cloud
can procure many problems
as lightning will strike.

Times of solitude
can unleash new ideas
that crowds might hinder.

Thinking too deeply,
you might just bury yourself
within your own mind.

Using what you learned
can help you to be better,
but use it wisely.

Pages of our lives
might display the wrong covers
because we have changed.

All that we’re seeing
might not be actual facts,
because the truth hides.

A journey of time
is but only the moments
that we each perceive.

Disguising oneself
might hide truth for a moment,
but you will be seen.

Counting all the waves
of an oceans desires
can consume your mind.

The need of many
can become an endless sight
as lives intertwine.

Having a vision
of a specific moment
might just be a dream.

In a hurricane
holds a view of the ocean
that fills ones with fear.

Years will pass us by
as time becomes memories
that still live and breathe.

Turnstiles of vision
will often swing many ways
as we grow older.

When seeing lightning,
know that thunder is coming
and soon to be heard.

Flowers of springtime
awaken with brand new days
and new perceptions.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 12,  2018

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