We Thank You


Hello my friends
Happy Easter

Judy and I are planning a quiet day here
at home watching Jesus Christ Superstar
and feeding our faces.  This passed week
has been on a warming trend.  Right now
it’s 45 F degrees at 3 P.M.  Although we’ve
still got a ton of snow and it’s gonna take
a few weeks maybe for it all to melt away.
But,  it will one day be gone and our little
boy Benny will still be outside searching
for a left over patch of snow to sit in LOL.
He does love snow.  Rocky,  not so much.
Rocky is more like Milo used to be.  He
prefers to be inside no matter the weather.
It can be the most beautiful day outside
and he’ll be found barking at the front
door saying let me in LOL.  Benny will
come back in when he is finally tired of
being outside or when either Judy or I
go and holler,  Benny get your booty in
here and he’ll come,  but slowly hehehe.
Even in the snow,  he’ll be out jumping
through the mounds of snow and often
sitting on top of the highest snowbanks.
He’s our snow dog LOL.  Rocky often
follows Benny around like a shadow.  He
is soon to be ready to come back inside
and play with the doggy toys.  Life at
the Pearce’s Place is sometimes a little
entertaining,  but more often it’s as it
is now,  fairly quiet with both of our
boys lying in the floor asleep.  LOL and
Benny snores when he’s sound asleep.
LOL often it sounds like both of the
boys are talking in their sleep hehehe 🙂
Hahaha,  you can almost hear words
or the sounds of words.  It looks as if
we might get some more snow this week
according to my weather programs,  but
not much and being that the weather is
on a warming,  it surely won’t stick on
the roads or our driveway.  It though
will stick on the snow that is still in an
abundance outside right now though.
Oh well,  I have gotten used to it.  We
have lived up here for over 10 years now
and I’ve seen snow even in the month
of May LOL.  So nothing surprises me.
Judy’s making brownies and I’m going
to make chocolate chip cookies after I
get done writing this and get it sent 🙂
Judy got done with the brownies just
a little bit ago and so I just now went
in and set the oven on 375 for when I
get done here and can get started on
the cookies 🙂  Boy the wind is blowing.
Looking outside we can see all of the
trees swaying in the breeze.  Some of
the gust are over 40 MPH.  Yep,  it’s a
windy day,  but it’s a beautiful day 🙂
LOL I told Judy I oughta through a
few unpainted eggs out in the snow
and have the neighbors kids go on a
Easter egg hunt hehehe.  I doubt they
would find them until the snow melted
and then there would be a lot of rotten
eggs hahaha.  🙂 Not the kids,  the eggs.
God is still watching over Judy and I.
He’s allowed everything to happen as
it should and I’m sure He has prevented
the worst from happening to us.  For
that oh Lord,  we thank You.  We are
always thankful for Your unending
love and compassion that You have
given us through Your Son.  We do
have our fair share of problems,  but
for the most part,  we have become
much stronger through the struggles.
Now I believe it’s time for me to take
my 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 little place of my
recollection that I always like to call
RECOLLECT VILLE.  I think I found
a decent title just a few lines back.  Now
to see if I can do anything with it LOL.
Here goes…

We Thank You

Time might seem
to be unglued,
but life is often
God has ways
of changing times
into much better
daily designs.
We might not see
the changing phase
as minutes pass
within the days,
but surely times
are often changed,
the Hand of God
has rearranged.
Hearts that once
were saddened hue
are found with peace
Lord we thank You.

©By Bill Pearce
Apr 1,  2018

Well,  there ya go.  I know it’s not all
that great,  but it’s what I felt compelled
to write.  Trust me,  I never know what
I am going to write or how it is going to
come out.  It’s a surprise to me as well.
The boys are still asleep in the floor and
it sounds like they are talking in their
sleep LOL.  They might be having doggy
dreams.  Hahaha Benny’s dream I can
imagine is of him running and playing in
the snow.  Who knows what Rocky is
dreaming of LOL.  He might be having
a dream of eating or playing with all of
the doggy toys.  Maybe even running
and playing with Benny.  In any case,
they are both sound asleep.  Benny is
snoring now hehehe.  So I guess that’s
about all I have for ya aside from the
regular and so I guess it’s time for me
to be telling you what I tell you every
week and that is,  I wrote some more
poems and haiku.  Yeppers,  10 more
poems with 2 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 begin
my search for that hardly elusive off
switch,  but not before I wish you a
most joyful weekend as well as a
Happy Easter and a truly blessings
filled week.  Remember,  Jesus loves
you and we do too.  Ok so where is
that confounded off switch hiding
this week?  LOL better to the point
where is it dancing at Hahahahaha.
I see ya you little whippersnapper.
How about finding a spot that even
if you cannot stay still,  you can be
hidden LOL.  Hiding behind my
aspirin bottle sort of gave you away
being the bottle was sounding like a
maraca which caused me to look 🙂
Gotcha,  see ya CLICK zzzzzzzzzzzz.

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+2 and 22 hehehehehehehehehehe 🙂

Ocean’s Moon

Summer scenes
of sights and times
begin the dreams
within our minds.
An ocean’s moon
might surely show
a sight you see
in evenings glow.
Above the ocean
at end of day
an ocean’s moon
might then display.
Becoming life
to raise the tide
and then allow
the times inside.
A certain phase
becomes a glimpse
as ocean’s moon
becomes intense.
With every sight
of which appears
it describes
the seasons years.
It paves the way
for day’s arrival,
the ocean’s moon
with its survival.
As the minutes
from afternoon
the tide will swell
with ocean’s moon.

©By Bill Pearce
Mar 27,  2018

Distant Past

Time might echo
a sight you see,
a distant past
of our history.
Living shadows
come into view
with a distant past
of time so true.
A weathered book
of moments minds
shows the past
for future finds.
We might miss
the view displayed,
a distant past,
life’s lemonade.
Poured so pure
a tasty treat,
the past might be
for eyes to eat.
Allowing the view
to come to be
a great memoir
of history.
The faded scenes
of timeless age
might show signs
the turn of a page.
Each scene found
to somehow last
can give a view
of the distant past.

©By Bill Pearce
Mar 27,  2018

Bridge Of Water

Inside of a view,
a certain sight
an ocean of scenes
can come to life.
A distant scene
that seems to say
it has the essence
of a wonderful day.
A bridge of water
to glide upon
as ones walking
or skimming along.
We might perceive
this certain sight
as but a scene
from day to night.
It’s the connection
that waves foretell
a bridge of water
for thoughts to sail.
Becoming scenic
these times we see
a bridge of water
might be history.
For ones to sail
or tarry through
as each day comes
and brings a view.
A bridge of water
to stand upon
with help from life
and right or wrong.
We might sink
beneath the waves
but God is there
on top to gaze.
Giving us moments
to find release
a bridge of water
with love and peace.

©By Bill Pearce
Mar 28,  2018


Remembering life
as an Christmas tree
a time so divine
within history.
The seasons move on
and life portrays
Christmas beginnings
from day unto day.
A mere memory
of a distant time
as an epiphany
Christmastime rhyme.
Hearts all glistening
love and compassion
giving of blessings
maybe old fashioned.
Yet as a dreamer
a Christmas desire
ones get a heartbeat
burning as fire.
An epiphany of love
and passing days
that we remember
in wonderful ways.
Some as shadows
of glimmering hues
found within scenes
a moment accrues.
Life is a blessing
so wondrous to see
as that of Christmas
a true epiphany.

©By Bill Pearce
Mar 28,  2018

Remembering Fall

Looking back one day
and finding another
I then remember
an autumn with color.
Seeming as a dream
of another fine day
I remember fall
in a magical way.
Revisiting pictures
taken so long ago
I’m remembering fall
as leaves cease to grow.
Creating a turnstile
a doorway of time
I find that autumn
gives a wondrous design.
Seeming as painted
on a canvas of white
the leaves I remember
shine bright in the light.
Becoming the essence
of a glimmering view
colors so awesome
with a magical hue.
Shining in the sunlight
as memoirs of old
I now see photographs
of colors so bold.
That of a memory
which I now recall
while I am sitting here
remembering fall.

©By Bill Pearce
Mar 28,  2018

Mermaid Moon

Glistening nights
of sights to swoon
brings alive time of
a mermaid moon.
Found as a dreamer
seeks out to find
a mermaid moon
to live in their mind.
Maybe as a painting
of a sweet sight to see
scented with portions
of the deep blue sea.
Time is but an echo
of ventures within
as a mermaid moon
then begins to swim.
Found within the waves
in the bright moonlight
a mermaid might rest
in the dark of the night.
Seen by many sailors
with a song to swoon
this is what’s found
in a mermaid moon.

©By Bill Pearce
Mar 29,  2018

Streaming Through

Rowing diligently
in ripples and waves
life becomes segments
time’s passing days.
The blue of the water
in a certain time frame
becomes as a instance
of pleasure and pain.
We might discover
some misleading views
while we are reading
the time’s daily news.
Each story we hear
might fill up our minds
when streaming through
to some other designs.
Allow for a moment
of your rowing to begin
learning from the past
to let new within.
Grow on beyond now
to some better displays
while streaming through
all the yesterday’s ways.
Don’t let your struggles
to become all you see.
Look for the lessons
in your own history.
Seek to grow wiser
with each day anew
in the waters of lifetimes
while streaming through.

©By Bill Pearce
Mar 29,  2018

White Road

Beyond a journey
of a snow filled road
time begins pathways
of which to unload.
Becoming a scenic
view on display
with a white road seen
in a Christmassy way.
When looking deeply
into all of the snow
you might see a sign
of a Christmassy flow.
Scented with snowflakes
and seasons own wine,
flavored as emotions
in a Christmas design.
Some only see it
as a road colored white,
but others that see it
see a Christmas delight.
A time that’s exploding
into such a stage,
actors as snowflakes
of age unto age.
Time is just a format
that minutes tick on.
A white road continues
its wintertime song.
Life begins pathways
of a timeless abode,
the home for memories
upon a white road.

©By Bill Pearce
Mar 29,  2018

Moments Unheard

Seen through morning,
and a dawning of day
moments might whisper
the words that they say.
Unheard by many
as a boat out to sea,
the minutes tick onwards
to be what they’ll be.
The moments unheard
are as flavors of time
often as a journal
inside of the mind.
Some seeking seconds
allow minutes to pass
not paying attention to
shadows they cast.
So many will often
look the wrong ways
in the moments unheard
and distant displays.
Not seeing the truth
in the patterns they make,
the moments unheard
become an earthquake.
Take heed the lessons
of a wave full of life
and use them for growing
with lesser of strife.
Time can be a joker
and seem to be absurd,
but there is still hopeful
in the moments unheard.

©By Bill Pearce
Mar 29,  2018

Love Filled

Enhanced by time
and age divine
the stage is set
for things to find.
A little child
a time so mild
becomes the scene
of life compiled.
Two dogs seen
as Heaven’s dream
a time divine
in living stream.
A love filled day
within a way
that’s found with joy
and child at play.
Together they find
a point in time
that brings together
a love filled mind.

©By Bill Pearce
Mar 29,  2018


Strokes of time
a painted view
wondrous hue.
Scenes become
a sight to see
a time and place
for you and me.
Painted scenes
of many a sight
maybe a swan
within daylight.
Somebody’s view
unlike no others
painted with style
and watercolors.

©By Bill Pearce
Mar 30,  2018

Just Like Leaves

We’re all connected,
but maybe apart
sometimes a moment
of life’s work of art.
We’re just like leaves
of a destination
growing and falling
within times gestation.
We might perceive
a point of view
that many believe
not the same as you.
As the seasons
become as a mind
they begin painting
a point in time.
Within God’s artwork
a timeless phase
we’re just like leaves
of distant days.
We might not seem
the same as others
a moment in time
our sisters and brothers.
We each were born
to be who we are
as a family of leaves
from near to afar.
But yet we’re connected
as a spider weaves
the bleeding hearts
we’re just like leaves.

©By Bill Pearce
Mar 30,  2018

for Mar 31,  2018

Beyond our viewpoints
are some other perspectives
that might be better.

As we seek answers
we might find many questions
within each answer.

The waves of lifetimes
are often filled with burdens
that help us to grow.

Deep within our eyes
holds a view that is hidden
that some never see.

The life of springtime
divulges flowers to bloom
that slept through winter.

Dreams of a moment
in imaginary views
often ends sadly.

Green grass of summer
becomes a torment of time
to ones that mow it.

As a teardrop falls
it begins a healing phase
to bring ease to pain.

Inside a dreamworld
many lies can come alive
that need remained dreams.

Moving too quickly
you might stumble over time
that gets in the way.

When doors close tightly
it means it’s time to move on
and seek other doors.

Looking for springtime
while winter snow’s still present
might show confusion.

Hiding Easter eggs
in the snow left from winter
needs them all painted.

Trials of time
can often seem redundant

Naming your auto
silly names such as The Bomb
can make you lonely.

Looking to the sun
without some eye protection
could leave you sightless.

When throwing snowballs
always pack them up tightly
or they’ll just be flakes.

The ground holds our lives
as a keeper of our hearts
to give rise to food.

Summertime memoirs
are the seasonal moments
we soon wish to pass.

Changes of our views
come from growth of perception
and a change of heart.

Saddened memories
can turn into our future
if we do not learn.

Knowing and belief
are different perspectives
on what we perceive.

©By Bill Pearce
Mar 31,  2018

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