Clear A Path


Hello my friends

Well, to begin with,  it’s snowing again and
it looks like I might have to do a little more
snow blowing with our snow blower hehehe.
Oh well,  it’s not that much trouble.  Plus
I do love the snow.  I might just have to do
some clearing so the boys can go potty,  but
so far,  they’ve made it out and back in it
without too much trouble.  Right now the
temperature is 31 F which is not too bad 🙂
Judy is in the kitchen washing dishes right
now.  I have the boys in here with me with
the door shut.  I will fix us something to
eat in a bit unless Judy decides to have the
honors hehehe.  So,  I guess it’s onwards
with the journal.  This passed week hasn’t
been too bad.  I got out Friday and did a
little clearing with the snow blower and the
boys watched as I worked hehehe.  They’re
not afraid of the snow blower LOL.  They
just tagged along with me as I cleared the
driveway.  I cleared a bit of our neighbors
drive as well being I needed the exercise.
Life continues on.  The kids next door
have been having a blast playing in the
snow.  They keep asking me to come out
and play with them LOL.  I did that one
day,  but it seems I’ve been too busy here
lately to go outside and play with them.
I’m sure I’ll join them 1 day in the future.
I do love to play in the snow hehehe.  It’s
the kid within me hehehe.  I’ve been busy
doing more writings.  That keeps my old
brain active.  I just heard the snow plow
go down the road.  The snow plows stay
busy during this kind of weather.  They
keep the county road drivable that is in
front of our house.  Our land lord takes
care of the stretch of road down to our
driveway and thereabouts,  but I’ve often
gotta use the snow blower to clear a path
from our porch to the driveway and then
sometimes if he has not made it out yet
and we need to go somewhere I will have
to do much of our driveway,  but it’s not
too often of which that happens.  Judy
and I are doing well.  It could be better,
but it could also be worse.  We’ve found
ways of surviving that bring us much joy.
Judy with her paintings and crafts and I
and my writings and photography as well
as both of our enjoyments of watching TV
together.  We both love most of the same
TV programs and that’s great.  God has
been good to us.  He’s blessed us with
so much.  Of course if we chose to,  we
could always make the problems as our
main focus,  but we choose to look for
the good things.  Of course,  we’ve still
gotta see the bad stuff and take care of
what we’re able to take care of being it’s
part of life.  Thank You God for all of
the blessings that you have given us and
for all that we shall receive.  So now I
believe it’s time for me to begin my little
journey back through all of my rambling
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.  I think I found
a decent title just a 3rd of the way back
in my rambling and now after checking
I see that it is yet to of been used,  so
used it shall be.  Here goes…

Clear A Path

Tomorrows life
from today
needs some clearing
in a way.
Losing baggage
that holds you back
to move forwards
then on track.
Don’t let moments
times conceive
to be webs
of bad to weave.
Use the lessons
time bestows
and then see how
the water flows.
Clear a path
by finding peace
as God’s guidance
gives release.
Time’s a doorway
slow and fast
so take God’s broom
and clear a path.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 4,  2018

There ya go.  I hope you liked the poem
and maybe even understood it hehehehe.
Also I hope you enjoyed my rambling 🙂
If ya didn’t then,  Oh well LOL.  Life goes
on.  Judy surprised me just a little bit ago
by cooking breakfast.  She made us omelets
and Texas Toast.  It was mighty tasty. She
said she figured she was already in there,
so she would make us breakfast.  Anyways
back to this.  I cannot think of anything
that I may have forgotten to tell you,  so
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.  Yep,
10 more poems with 5 extras and there’s
1 Christmas poem in the mix HoHoHo 🙂
So,  now I believe it is time to begin my
search for that hardly elusive off switch,
but not before I wish you a most  joyful
weekend or whatever’s left of it and a
truly blessing’s filled week.  Remember,
Jesus loves you and we do too.  Now, 🙂
where can that ornery off switch be hiding
this time?  Hmm,  where oh where can it
be hiding at?  Aha,  I saw ya you little
whippersnapper.  Hiding in my greeting
card holder huh.  You made that error
you always make by peeking to see if I
could see ya LOL.  Will you ever learn?
Gotcha,  see ya CLICK zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

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

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Pearce’s Poetry Pictures 2,
Pearce’s Poetry Pictures 3,
Pearce’s Poetry Pictures 4,
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Pearce’s Poetry Pictures 6
is at the end of the journal along
with all of the others.  Enjoy 🙂
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Now it’s on with the poems and haiku
10+5 and 22 hehehehehehehehehehe 🙂

The Tide Turns

Minutes pass on
to other days
as the tide turns
to other ways.
Showing signs
of scenic style
waters of life
return in a while.
Yet a moment
displays scenes
as the tide turns
to different things.
Minutes pass on
to other sights
muddy lifestyles
wrongs and rights.
As we gather
moments speed
we lose track of
what we need.
As the tide turns
it leaves a trail
a path inlaid
with time set sail.
We are the waters
flowing daily
sometimes truthful
sometimes shady.
Learn to look
for a better way
as the tide turns
to another day.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 29,  2018

Passing Scenes

As a ship sails
time will pass
leaving moments
slow and fast.
Passing scenes
of ones we meet
show a future
to accrete.
Many might just
look away
and not see
your ship that day.
As we sail on
distant styles
we might see some
frowns and smiles.
Let your journey
be passing scenes
from old to new.
Don’t let moments
steal your way
and make oceans
swish and sway.
Look beyond
incoming tide
and find peace
within the ride.
Look for seagulls
flapping wings
found as peaceful
passing scenes.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 29,  2018

Those Summer Days

Life as a doorway
swings in the wind
seen often blowing
times that transcend.
Those summer days
a remembered view
become as a scene
in a light sky of blue.
Walking the dog
on a summer’s day
becomes a blessing
to lighten the gray.
Those summer days
are as magical finds
seasons recorded
of wonderful times.
Don’t let a moment
to lose your view,
open your mind up
and see it as new.
Those summer days
are times of life
that we remember
with lesser of strife.
The peace of then
can live in right now
that of a memoir
the moments endow.
Time is as minutes
a moment displays
found as a blessing
those summer days.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 29,  2018

Quest Of Sight

Our views of life
can often flow
as a journey
that will grow.
The side of life
can be a maze
twists and turns
for us to gaze.
A scenic quest
to look beyond
and find a sight
before it’s gone.
With our dreams
and every prayer
a quest for sight
can give fresh air.
For life alone
is much to see
a life and times
of history.
So take the time
in day and night
and look within
a quest for sight.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 29,  2018

Feeding The Birds

We might at times only
just feed the birds
with many not clearly
hearing our words.
So many just watching
and looking around
as their footsteps
are all they’ve found.
So many helpers
will try to make peace
giving life answers
for problems to cease.
Yet so many people
will only see clear
their wantings of time
that are year after year.
Seasons will pass by
while leaving insane
people not seeking
to find good to gain.
Time becomes echoes
without any new
as people continue
to do as they do.
Not seeking truthful
with God’s helping ways
it seems we are feeding,
but they’re out of phase.
Yes so many people
might only hear words
as it seems we’re only
just feeding the birds.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 30,  2018

Buoys Of Life

Amidst our footsteps
we might find a few
warnings a floating
in life thereunto.
Warning of dangers
beneath what we see
while on the surface
it seems worry free.
Our journeys of time
might end in a mess
if we go on blindly
our unfathomed quest.
Not heeding warnings
that clearly display
the buoys of life
from day unto day.
Look for the warnings
that some have ignored
and use common sense
and get life’s reward.
Don’t let a liar
to corrupt your eyes
for the buoys of life
will unveil the lies.
Pray before you step
real deep into time
and let God to give you
a much clearer mind.
The buoys of life
are as angels you see,
friends so much wiser
to help you and me.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 30,  2018

Broken Windows

Inside a story
life is made
a book of time
that might degrade.
Broken windows
times expose
show the highs
and show the lows.
Weathered scenes
of life and times
become stories
and some rhymes.
We might only
see the glass
that is shattered
from the past.
Broken windows
might display
another time
another day.
For with lifestyles
of innuendoes
we might only
see broken windows.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 30,  2018

Desert Minds

Traveled lives
of moments sand
might seek daily
a place to stand.
But their travels
are no place
desert minds
an empty waste.
Don’t be always
walking around
without thoughts
of solid ground.
You might see
a time’s mirage
that hides holes
in camouflage.
Look for truth
to stand upon
as you walk
away from wrong
A lonely scene
a point in time
can become a
desert mind.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 30,  2018

Within The Sea

A sea of life
is found within
a magical view
of time and again.
A remembrance
of times before
within the sea
is an open door.
The mind sees
a scene of time
that lives within
a dreamers mind.
We often view
our memories
as now and then
in great degrees.
Though we might
imagine a view,
within the sea
it might seem true.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 31,  2018

Christmassy Dreams

Those scenic drives
of wondrous shows
can shine true life
when it snows.
Christmassy dreams
of passing days
bring to life
a whitish phase.
A moment’s lifetime
comes in view
Christmassy dreams
from old to new.
The moment’s path
brings time alive
flavors of heartbeats
a scenic drive.
These magical scenes
become so white
Christmassy dreams
that come in sight.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 31,  2018

Midnight Owl

I’ve seen an owl
with words to say
as hoots at night
within its own way.
The midnight owl
found up so high
is always searching
ground and sky.
It forms a breath
then lets it flow
a hoot at night
as a midnight show.
It might just be
as times romance
this midnight owl
found in a glance.
The moon above
so big and round
might hear the owl
its hooting sound.
So that might be
what makes it glow
as the midnight owl
does a nightly show.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 31,  2018

Yesterdays Leaves

Found as a memory
life is a road
as that of yesterdays
moments bestowed.
Yesterdays glimmers
are now just a sight
a scene we remember
within the sunlight.
In autumns shadows
are colors divine
found then recurring
inside of our mind.
Maybe a photograph
or someone’s poetry
is all that is needed
to set your mind free.
Allowing your sight
to see the displays
found in your mind
of all those yesterdays
Just like a journey
within memories
time builds a story
of yesterdays leaves.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 1,  2018

Pier Of Time

Ocean scenes
we might perceive
might have webs
of which to weave.
Lessons learned
as years pass by
display the pier
that ask you why.
It might be seen
as ones we pass
as time moves on
from slow to fast.
The pier of time
is such a place
that holds a life
of moments taste.
Many questions
become waves
timeless moments
of certain phase.
We’re as echoes
with a little rhyme
walking along
the pier of time.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 1,  2018

Sometimes Gaze

Our eyes of sight
may not see
the signs of times
of you and me.
Days might fade
and leave a trail
to gaze upon
as time sets sail.
A setting sun
of orangish hue
might show a sign
of a sky of blue.
The scene of life
can become seen
found at night
within a dream.
The stage is set
with minutes gone
awaiting life
of morning’s dawn.
With memories
so sweet and fine
our inner sight
can surely dine.
A taste of then
an orangish sky
can then live on
as an evening pie.
So do not lose
the sight and phase
of an evening sky
to sometimes gaze.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 1,  2018

Time Looks Back

Rhythms of waters
are as daily waves
scenes of a moment
in wondrous displays.
Time then remembers
the seasons by name
so many ventures
sometimes insane.
The minutes recorded
are times passing by
leaving us glimmers
of a summertime sky.
Maybe even winter
is found in the scene,
but for the moment
it’s merely a dream.
Life is a turnstile
we often walk through
while looking back at
the things we’d do.
Filling our journal
with pages of time
seasons of blessings
now memoirs of mind.
Life is full of mysteries
that open and close
times uncountable
each moment bestows.
Leaving many things
deep within our history
all thought forgotten,
but still a memory.
Now is a new day
to bring life alive
a time for creating
a new way to survive.
Learn from memories
how to get on track
as you revisit them
when time looks back.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 2,  2018

for Feb 3,  2018

A second ticks on
as the minutes gather time
for now to exist.

Left can become right
if circles are consistent
to end in lessons.

Tomorrows dawning
could be a new beginning
that might surprise you.

The moons glow at night
displays a venture of time
that reflects others.

Without a problem
our growth would become stagnant
and we would not learn.

Living in the past,
you might discover regrets
that cannot be changed.

In a flowers bloom
holds the beginnings of life
that will soon be seen.

Thinking too deeply
can become as life’s quicksand
enveloping time.

Beyond the darkness
holds blue skies that are alive
teeming with choices.

Living in a dream
can often become nightmares
if you don’t wake up.

Chances of flowers
are as buds seeking sunlight
along with some rain.

Gazing at right now
we might not see what’s coming,
so look beyond time.

Exclusive insight
might not disclose the reasons
that you act that way.

Snow covered hillsides
show the true signs of winter
as paintings of life.

Within a turnstile
there’s a view inside and out
with choices to choose.

We have many patterns
that might not be understood
as our actions sway.

Arguing beliefs
can become a lonely road
while acceptance bonds.

Changing directions
can become a scary sight
as new things are seen.

Time as a doorway
can open to new choices
to end or begin.

Clouds up above us
might not be filled full of rain,
they might be decor.

Life is like a scene
that brings many decisions
of what we’re to view.

A mere hand to hold
can make the moments better,
for two are stronger.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 3,  2018

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