Unpaved Roads


Hello my friends

It’s been a slow passed week for me being
I was not feeling very well,  but I’m feeling
much better.  OK maybe not the greatest,
but I feel better 🙂  LOL I don’t think that
I’ll ever feel wonderful until I lose this old
body of mine.  It’s been down far too many
unpaved roads.  My suspension is worn to a
frazzle and my caboose is falling apart with
my engine missing a few cylinders :).  This
old body has been through hell LOL.  Oh
well,  life continues on as it will.  So it’s on
with the journal.  This passed week hasn’t
been too eventful.  Of course as I said in
last weeks late posted journal,  we had a
visit from our grandson.  Due not feeling
well,  I hadn’t written anything this week
until about Thursday,  but I finally got my
wind back and my sails filled with words 🙂
The weather has been unseasonably warm
the past week or so.  We’ve still got tons of
snow,  but it hasn’t snowed much,  other
than a few flurries.  We are though expecting
some snow in a few hours.  Maybe a couple
of inches or so.  Right now at 2 PM it’s 24
degrees Fahrenheit.  Not too bad,  not too
bad at all.  By the looks of the clouds in the
sky,  it could start snowing any minute now.
Judy is still in bed.  She said she was going
to get a little more sleep.  We don’t go to
bed until the early morning being that we
are both night owls LOL.  I’ll get her up
in a bit and fix her and I something to eat.
Yesterday (Saturday) we went up to Caribou
for a visit with her oldest daughter and see
their new house.  Judy’s youngest daughter
and Christian were there as well.  We had
a great visit.  Mandy fixed us dinner. We
couldn’t stay long being we had to leave
the boys home in their crates.  Judy and I
stopped off at KFC/Taco Bell and picked
us up some dinner for later on that night.
I finished up with my writing later on in
the night.  I only had a couple more poems
to write along with my haiku.  I took a lot
of pictures yesterday on our trip up north
of us.  LOL I didn’t take but 1 or 2 pictures
all week,  so I made up for it yesterday 🙂
I had to stop and fix us some much belated
breakfast.  Judy got up.  Anyways,  I fixed
us some pancakes and sausage.  She loves
my pancakes 🙂  I always make enough for
2 days, so we can have pancakes tomorrow
as well 🙂  Our grandson Christian loves it
when grandpa makes pancakes LOL.  So,
what else is there to tell ya?  Oh yea,  It’s
snowing and I saw the neighbors kids out
in the field playing, so I went out and took
a few pictures of them.  LOL they saw me
and came a running and hollering BILL.
They all ended up in the snow in front of
our house posing for me so I would take
a few pictures of them Hahaha.  I had to
get back to the pancakes.  I had put butter
on them and stuck them in the microwave
to melt the butter.  They asked me if I’d
come back out later and I told them maybe,
but I can’t promise.  I said I have a lot of
writing yet to do.  So,  we ate our pancakes
and I’m back to finish this up.  God has
most surely blessed our home.  We do have
a few struggles,  but we survive.  Of course
our lives are not guaranteed to always be
rosy.  There are thorns that can pop out
at any given moment.  All we can do is to
do our best and let God have His way as
He guides our lives be it bumpy or smooth.
Thank You God for helping us to grow
with the lessons that life throws our way.
Now,  I believe it’s time for me to begin my
little journey 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 place of my recollection that I always
like to call RECOLLECT VILLE.  I think
I may have found a decent title at the very
beginning of my rambling and now after
checking I see that I have not used it as of
yet,  so used it shall be 🙂  Here goes…

Unpaved Roads

Seasons milestones
are the stage
as we drive down
journeys age.
Unpaved roads
of lessons learned
bring in view
a time discerned.
Seconds porthole
becomes divine
looking back on
points of time.
Unpaved roads
we’ve walked upon
often shows how
time moves on.
In our memoirs
without words
unpaved roads
are flocks of birds.
Seasons story
time unloads
written on some
unpaved roads.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 25,  2018

There ya go.  I hope you enjoyed the poem
and maybe even my rambling,  but if not 🙂
sorry.  I did the best I could today.  Maybe
you’ll like next weeks :),  who knows LOL.
Well,  I wonder if there is anything that I’ve
forgotten to tell you.  Hmm,  nope nothing
I can think of and if I do happen to think of
something,  I’ll put it in next weeks article.
So there ya go.  Now I believe 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 but
with no extras this week and no Christmas
poems.  I also wrote once again 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 think it’s time to begin my
search for that hardly elusive off switch,
but not before I wish you a joyful weekend
or whatever’s left of it and a truly blessings
filled week.  Remember,  Jesus loves you
and we do too.  So OK,  where’s that ornery
off switch trying to hide this week?  Hmm,
I think I spy with my 1 good eye my nose
drops bottle slightly moving side to side 🙂
Yep,  I see ya you little whippersnapper.
You seem to never learn to stay still do ya.
Gotcha,  see ya CLICK zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

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

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

As We Dream

Reliving Christmas
in a scene of white
is then so often
a joyful delight.
Moments come true
as time comes alive
while we imagine
the dreams to arrive.
A dream in daytime
can often portray
a scene for a moment
in a whitish array.
Christmas in essence
can become so true
found as we dream
of this wonderful view.
Allowing our minds
to drift in the scene
we can find Christmas
when then as we dream.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 22,  2018


Skies of sunshine
and ice that’s glazed
time is a turnstile
so Heavenly made.
Life is a vision
a pattern to see
maybe crystallized
a slight degree.
Found as blessings
the scenes become
as time’s crystallized
in the evening sun.
Then while passing
the moments so sweet
they glisten brightly
as wintertime’s treat.
With every second
that minutes portray
time’s crystallized
in a magical way.
Seen as a journey
a moment comprised
this is what’s found
as time’s crystallized.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 22,  2018

Bay Of Oars

Rowing minds
of certain stage
bring in view
our age to age.
A bay of oars
begins its view
seasons scenes
in waters blue.
We might find
a certain path
within our minds
of aftermath.
We might row
to certain scenes
seeking for some
better dreams.
Time rekindles
a bay of oars
as we seek for
distant shores.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 23,  2018


Seeming near,
but real faraway
are views we see
from day unto day.
Its magnificence
brings its own style
a moment’s view
that times compile.
Hopes and dreams
begin their quest
a journey seen
from east to west.
As sight is gained
and time’s attuned
north and south
is then consumed.
Magnificence is
a moments gaze,
that is found
in wondrous ways.
An autumn stage
of life with style
that time began
to give a smile.
For as the scene
envelops sight
its magnificence
is day unto night.
With every second
that’s continued on
its magnificence
is never gone.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 23,  2018

Finding Ourselves

A journey through
to thick and thin
often makes circles
right back then again.
Finding ourselves
on pathways of time
often details as
a foot trodden rhyme.
Various echoes
of our own we see
are often just found
as a mere memory.
Finding ourselves
on crossroads of life
often seems sheerer
than blades of a knife.
Throughout doorways
pathways we find
time has a way of
distorting our mind.
While finding ourselves
we might find a view
a time so divine
God gave me and you.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 23,  2018

Bridge Of Time

Beyond what is seen
and all that we view
an old bridge of time
might have life for you.
Its very own existence
of an old walking trail
might be of a time frame
that heartbeats entail.
Pulling ones together
as the old bridge is seen
high above a river
or a fast moving stream.
This is the beginning
of a futures display
as the old bridge of time
sees ones walk away.
Leaving in the shadows
of each ones accord
a bridge of time finds
that more climb aboard.
Beginning their journey
to another fine shore
across the bridge of time
they may of been before.
Seeking a few answers
on this old bridge of time
many will continue
their pathways to find.
We each have a journey
our footsteps must take
with an old bridge of time
and a future to make.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 23,  2018

Grass Of Summer

Fields of green
and skies of blue
bring to life
a wonderful view.
An old brown barn
of summertime
becomes a sight
within the mind.
Grass of summer
is just like paint
a time and place
that’s not too faint.
It is a memory
a place I recall
found in summer
long before fall.
The green entwines
what times embrace
a summer scene
with Heaven’s face.
It seems as gold
with price so grand
the grass of summer
a place to stand.
Those memories
of times gone by
are alive and well
to not run dry.
Grass of summer
is a point of view
a scene a dream
beneath sky of blue.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 23,  2018

Well Of Love

Cloudy skies of life
are as a canvas white
with a mixture of gray
for time to ignite.
Beneath the scene
is a well of love
a fervent times mixture
from Heaven above.
As green grass grows
it becomes as a bed
a place for a well
and thirst to be fed.
The well of love
is a moments embrace,
with peace surrounding
a much needed taste.
This is not a dream
and it’s not a mirage.
It’s a place for a taste
of a moments massage.
Kneading the heart
into a timeless display
the true well of love
is a wonderful way.
It is but a moment
that can seem as year
as ones own perception
is sight that they hear.
Heard as a dewdrop
a seasonal sound,
the well of love
can always be found.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 23,  2018

Dark Clouds

Shapes of skies
with clouds array
are often forms
a little gray.
Life remembered
moments viewed
dark clouds then
are misconstrued.
Scenes recorded
times we’ve seen
might become a
moments dream.
Forming patterns
within our style
as our dark clouds
then compile.
We might wonder
we might wait
to find what’s in
the time and date.
Dark clouds form
as time moves on
but soon are seeds
to make us strong.
Beyond the view
we might not see
how that we grow
from history.
Truth is the story
our lives display
blessings are found
in moments of gray.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 24,  2018

Journey’s End

The stage is set
for you and I
as we search for
when and why.
Time is ticking
bringing in view
our journey’s end
for me and you.
The path is laid
as time moves on
our journey’s end
is there and gone.
Within our view
we might foresee
hopes and dreams
God’s given free.
Our perspective
might not be right
as journey’s end
comes into sight.
We have choices
stand or move
in our journeys
daily groove.
Maybe some hills
within your view
are leaving life
a little askew.
Life’s a number
times transcend,
God gives grace
at journey’s end.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 24,  2018

for Feb 24,  2018

Without any rain
our plants would wither and die
as the same for us.

Life is misleading
as it displays many doors
that are not for us.

Counting your blessings
might cause a lot of sorrow
when you miscount them.

As we are walking
our shadows will follow us
even in the dark.

The truth is a rose
as it blooms of its beauty
for a moment’s life.

The thorns of our lives
are the choices that we choose
and blame on others.

The past is the past
and the present is right now,
so don’t hold anger.

Baggage that we’ve packed
can be choices that we’ve chose
that turned out wrongly.

A page in a book
might not be like all the rest,
for the book has changed.

Tomorrows stories
can be ancient history
in anothers eyes.

The wells of desire
fill the hearts of ones wantings
that might not be good.

Winter speaks volumes
as snow becomes a story
that some never see.

Various people
live a secretive lifestyle
that’s behind closed doors.

Sunshine of summer
paints a vision in the sky
that fills ones with love.

Beyond what we see
can be a dream that comes true
that’s waiting for us.

Lost in perception,
many views on tomorrow
are not so correct.

A forest of trees
holds some memories in place
of a distant past.

As seconds tick on
the minutes gather hours
that turn into days.

Changing direction
does not guarantee the truth,
for you might be wrong.

Found in a raindrop
is a portion of a cloud
that tried to hang on.

Charged with energy
a battery can give life
until it runs dry.

Right now is a time
that many forget about
until it passes.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 24,  2018

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