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ANIMAL’S GREETINGS

Hello my friends

It’s been a rough passed few weeks
around this place. Judy and I have
been rather sick and had to go to the
doctor to get us some meds. I didn’t
write anything the week before last
due to me being bed ridden for a few
days and not feeling up to writing, so
that should explain why there was no
Animal’s Greetings last Sunday. Yep,
it’s been a rough one with Judy and
I coughing in unison as well as our
hearing being greatly impaired. My
hearing has come back pretty much
of course only in my left ear, but it
seems Judy’s hearing is still very bad
due to the whatever it was that got a
hold of us, which I think was pollen.
The doctor had a lady flush out my
right ear thinking that might be the
reason for no hearing in it even after
me telling her I have been deaf in it
since I was 13 and a moth got caught
in it and my dad using tweezers to
remove it. He accidentally damaged
my ear drum which never healed, so
hearing has been negligible in that ear
for a long while. Anyways, next topic.
Saturday, Judy hit a deer when she
was headed out to go to do crafts with
her sisters. She hit the deer not even
a quarter of a mile down the road from
our house. Judy is OK, but the deer
and our car did not make it that well.
The deer did not survive and our car
is pretty messed up. I am hoping and
praying that our insurance will cover it.
I believe we have comprehensive as
well a liability insurance, but not sure.
All we can do is pray, because I cannot
see a way we will be able to find the
money to fix our car on Social Security.
None the less, I’m sure we will survive.
The weather is fairly nice with a high
of 69 F today which is what it is at this
moment 3 PM. It might rain a little
this evening. We’re hoping something
good comes from all the troubles that
we have had. I know God has not given
up on us, even in the times that it may
seem that He is off somewhere else.
But I am sure He is always here doing
what He knows best. Thank You God
for never giving up on us. Ok so now
I believe it’s time for me to be venturing
back through all that I’ve written here
to see if I can find me 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 call RECOLLECT VILLE…
I believe I may have found me a decent
title just a few lines back and now after
checking I see that it has not been used
as of yet, so used it shall be. Here goes.
🙂 Hopefully it makes sense…

Somewhere Else

The weathered times
we’re found exposed
might seem lonely
down the road.
For somewhere else
it might be found
you think that God
is not around.
But He is always
with love and care
not somewhere else,
but everywhere.
He might be watching
right then in a way
while troubles come
from day to day.
Just watching waiting
to see what we’ll do
to do our part
to change the view.
But if it’s needed
He’ll intervene
to do what’s right
but found off screen.
You might not see
His mighty hand
that helps you find
strength to withstand.
So don’t let life
put you on a shelf
thinking that God
is somewhere else.

©By Bill Pearce
June 24, 2018

There ya go. I hope you liked the poem
and maybe even understood it. Also I
hope you enjoyed my rambling, though
it was not as much rambling, but just
filling you in on our recent problems 🙂
We all have struggles, but yours might
be a lot different. Yet the problems to
the owner can often seem the greatest.
It’s all in how we view them. Well, I
reckon it’s time to tell you what I often
tell you almost every week hehehe and
that is, I wrote some more poems and
haiku. Yeppers, 10 more poems with
no extras or Christmas related. 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.
So 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 blessed week. Remember,
Jesus loves you and we do too. Now,
where can that ornery off switch be
hiding this week, being it’s had even
more time to find a good hiding spot?
Hmm, my little statuette that one of
our neighbors gave me seems to be a
bit askew. Peekaboo, I see you LOL.
I wouldn’t of seen ya if you had been
just sitting quietly not peeking around
to see if I could see you. Come on,
you can do better than that. Maybe
next week. Start looking now please.
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 and 22 hehehehehehehehehehe 🙂

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

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

Minds Expose

Time is dormant
in a minute’s thought
as life moves on
to a little a lot.
Our minds expose
the views we see,
but maybe but only
to you and me.
Yet as a minute
gathers its gaze
our minds open wide
to see other ways.
Life is a doorway
that many will knock
seeking to enter
and be where we walk.
Our minds expose
so many things
nightmares sometimes
and sometimes dreams.
Our stories unfold
to what we recall
maybe as vague
as bumps on a wall.
Look for the blessings
amidst every view
and seek to uncover
a much better you.
A you that’s formed
from highs and lows
as a place in time
our minds expose.

©By Bill Pearce
June 22, 2018

Fogs May Lift

When gazing at life
in waters of ways
we might discover
some real foggy days.
Days with blunder
amidst torrent’s time
while life moves on
inside of our mind.
The slightest change
might just confuse
as fogs may lift
to morally bemuse.
Seek for guidance
from high above
the essence of peace
that’s so full of love.
Yes many moments
will seem as a haze
leaving us bewildered
and caught in a gaze.
Yet as the waters
of life flow on through
the fogs may lift
to show a better view.
Hidden in the mist
of a moment’s time
there might display
a better design.
A design of Heaven
as a moment’s gift
as time moves on
and fogs may lift.

©By Bill Pearce
June 22, 2018

Answers Came

A simple view
of time and place
is sometimes all
we need to embrace.
A page from a scene
remembered so well
as a time so sweet
and a story to tell.
You had questions
about then and there
that were confusion
with none to compare.
But yet answers came
as a passing brook
and a fisherman
with a baited hook.
He tossed his line
into the drink
and gave then more
for you to think.
A fish of life,
a time to attain
is all we seek
as answers came.

©By Bill Pearce
June 22, 2018

Storms May Brew

Mindset moments
synched with pain
can become as a
bitter stain.
A stain of portions
scented with time
that of rhythms
of a bitter mind.
Waters of hurry
becoming as seen
times we remember
but only a dream.
Storms may brew
as wanna explodes
displaying sadness
of a weathered rose.
Look for blue skies
beyond that sight
and see what’s better
in times daylight.
Sometimes we only
see certain things
found as wantings
but are only dreams.
It’s then the troubles
become all we see
worried emotions
we need to set free.
Time is but only
a key with a view
some with sunshine
as storms may brew.

©By Bill Pearce
June 23, 2018

Sounds Of Life

Rippling waters
display their voice
sounds of life
a seasonal choice.
Trees surrounding
time as a ripple
life becomes as
sounds of a trickle.
This may be only
a sound in the mind
a time you recall
so joyous divine.
Yet with the ripples
of watery scenes
life is a pageant
moment of dreams.
Scented with style
that time displays
sounds of life
such wonderful days.
Rippling waters
right after a rain
become as a story
no need to explain.
Words are water
that carry a view
a scene so serene
a wonderful hue.
The sounds of life
are rippling fast
singing the songs
of future and past.

©By Bill Pearce
June 23, 2018

A Journey’s Way

Beyond a bridge
that time becomes
a journey’s way
a drummer drums.
Within the breeze
of walkers ways
the time becomes
what life displays.
A journey’s way
beyond the past
that soon becomes
a shadow’s cast.
With memories
our eyes record
a journey’s way
says climb aboard.
Bring your thoughts
and memories
across the way
a moment’s breeze.
Let your mind
to find that place
again one day
with a smiling face.
Look on beyond
the bitter times
and search to see
what hopeful finds.
Such as a time
a brighter day
you found one time
a journey’s way.

©By Bill Pearce
June 23, 2018

Upon A Hill

Once as a moment
a second will pass
leaving a hindsight
that says alas.
A certain memory
of a certain time
found upon a hill
within your mind.
It might be regret
of a hurried view
that slipped on by
as a hazy hue.
We often look back
and only recall
the times we slipped
from spring to fall.
Our thought begins
a journey’s quest
found up a hill
of worst and best.
Those memories
can help us get by
if we’ll not only
just pout and cry.
Look for the beauty
in essence of time
and then allow it
to live in your mind.
There are beginnings
of time to fulfill
as our memories
upon a hill.

©By Bill Pearce
June 23, 2018

An Autumn View

My eyes have seen
an autumn view
a time so sweet
as morning dew.
It brought me joy
to see this sight
an autumn view
amidst daylight.
The season shown
a wondrous display
a colorful sight
a magical day.
These things we see
that times expose
can often become
our morning rose.
As time unites
to bring this hue
I find I love
an autumn view.
It makes my mind
to come alive
as all the colors
jump into my eyes.
They might be dim
to others that see,
but with my eyes
they make history.
Maybe even you
can see what I do
this sight so sweet
an autumn view.

©By Bill Pearce
June 23, 2018

Season’s Well

Our task in life
might seem to be
but just a path
for time to see.
Yet our focus
might be pale
looking for life
in a season’s well.
Choices we make
become our road
a time in life
our daily load,
but we can change
the way we choose
by learning from
our win and lose.
For as we strive
to walk each day
we also learn
another way.
The ways may be
at times so dim
but then become
as not so grim.
As pages turn
and words are read
we might discern
what’s truly said.
The times in life
we landed in Hell
we may have learned
from a season’s well.

©By Bill Pearce
June 23, 2018

The Things We See

Various turnstiles
may become as dreams
time frames encountered
wonderful scenes.
Some though might not
be as blessings so sweet,
for time might display
a moment’s defeat.
The things we see
can become as a phase
that may shine brightly
on our distant days.
Found as a memory
of a summertime pond
seen as a blessing
that lives on and on.
We might discover
a time we remember
that burns brighter
than the brightest ember.
With every moment
and with every sight
we might discover
a new style of life.
Formed as a ripple
in a pond of design
minutes might become
the best time to find.
So when we’re reflecting
on our life’s memory
we can find smiles
in the things we see.

©By Bill Pearce
June 23, 2018

Haiku
for June 24, 2018

When we walk blindly
we may land in some ditches
that open our eyes.

As a flower blooms
it displays its reactions
to sunshine and rain.

Time is a teacher
that is often very cruel
with sorrow and pain.

Morning is a time
that displays its emotions
in all we survey.

A page from a book
might hold words of a story
that do not make sense.

Looking through our shadows
we may find many moments
that we might regret.

Streams of our desires
can become torrent rivers
that flood every thought.

We are as flowers
blooming as one’s perception
that moments display.

Time can surprise us
as minutes become hours
that we did not know.

Beneath every sight
holds a time’s reality
that might seem unreal.

On a summer’s day
in the midst of the sunshine
a raindrop may fall.

Standing all alone
in shadows made of others
we might find ourselves.

As a storm cloud brews
it might become a rainbow
after it is done.

Seen as blades of grass
a yard can become as weeds
if it’s neglected.

Beyond what we see
can be a magical place
filled with illusion.

When filled with worry
our hearts can become soured
leaving just a void.

Our doorways through life
might seem as a pendulum
swinging back and forth.

Found as a daisy
in a field of perception
many will get lost.

In need of passion,
but not knowing what it is
can leave you empty.

The hands of our mind
hold the thoughts of each turnstile
that becomes our life.

Within a window
we might perceive some changes
that are only thoughts.

Today’s mysteries
can be tomorrows lessons
stirred from yesterdays.

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