Our Little Home


Hello my friends

I hope you had a safe New Years.  We
sort of forgot about it as we just went on
with our same old same old until about
2 AM and I said hey Judy,  Happy New
Year 🙂  Not much has gone on here at the
Pearce’s Place.  I though have had a few
episodes of signing my poems 2018 and
having to go back and change the date 🙂
That’s happened just a couple of times.
I imagine I’ll do it a few more times until
the year 2019 sticks in my brain hehehe.
It has snowed a few times in the last few
days and we might get a bit of snow today
as well as throughout the week.  The snow
season is locked and loaded and I am sure
that it will continue to snow until March
and April as it has every year that I have
lived up here.  It’s a good thing 🙂 because
I love snow.  Although I hate it when it
starts melting and refreezing turning into
ice making it difficult to walk which gets
into another subject.  I slipped and fail
again Friday morning when I went out
in my HOUSE SHOES to take pictures of
the snow being that my house shoes have
no traction whatsoever LOL.  I had my
camera in my right hand and managed
to save it,  but my left hand caught the
proverbial Hell of the fall and I might of
broken my fingers,  but I won’t know
for sure until tomorrow when someone
reads the x-rays.  I didn’t think nothing
was wrong until most of my fingers began
to swell and turn black and blue,  so I
did not go to the doctor until Saturday
and then went to ER to have my hand
x-rayed.  We live in a small town and
there is nobody there to read the x-rays
on the weekends.  So at the moment I
only have use of my index finger on my
left hand which makes it rather hard to
type LOL.  Judy took me to the walk in
clinic in Houlton and the NP LOL get
this,  put a wrist brace on my arm.  I
looked and said,  now tell me how that
will help my fingers.  She said,  “It
will keep your fingers unable to move
so they won’t be hurt further”  and I
said,  “Look,  there are my fingers
and the brace is not doing nothing for
them LOL”  No matter,  when I got
out to the car,  I took the consarned
ace bandage and brace off.  LOL even
Judy thought the brace was stupid 🙂
Anyways,  I’ve been taking Ibuprofen
and the swelling has gone down a bit.
I’m a tough old codger and I’ll survive.
I’ve had worse things happen to me
in the past LOL.  So,  what else is there
to talk about?  Well,  Judy at this very
moment is fixing us some omelets for
our breakfast.  She just now brought in
the food,  so I’m gonna stop here for
a moment and eat………..eating………..
Done.  Judy decided to scramble the
eggs and fix some home fries to go with
them 🙂  Very tasty.  So it’s back to my
rambling.  I don’t have much else to
talk about.  Our little home  in the
country is still a peaceful place.  God
is still watching over us along with
many angels.  Yes I may stumble and
fall ever so often,  but my soul stands
firm in the hands of God.  So now I
believe it’s time for me to look back on
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.  And so it’s away I go to that lil
place of my recollection that I always
like to call RECOLLECT VILLE 🙂
I think I found a fairly 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 today.  Here goes…

Our Little Home

When walls stand tall
or maybe a time
our little home
is a moment’s mind.
Standing in structure
love filled and true
our little home
each day is anew.
Stood in perception
stood with a while
our little home
has love to compile.
Found in a heartbeat
these walls never fail,
our little home
is great in detail.
You can be also
protected in time
as our little home
within your own mind.
Time is but a factor
that brings into view
our little home
that you can live too.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 6,  2019

There ya go.  I hope you liked the poem
and maybe even understood it.  I also
hope you enjoyed my rambling.  Yes I
know I tend to drift in my topics hehehe.
Anyways,  it’s been a good day and I am
full 🙂  Judy and I are waiting to watch
one of our favorite weekly programs this
evening and it is God Friended Me.  We
love to watch this.  It’s about an atheist
that is sent many requests from God
on Facebook and it sends him and his
coworkers to help many people in need
while him and his working friends are
busy to try and find out who is actually
responsible for the busy God account.
  Anyways,  if you get a chance,  watch
it.  You might like it as well.  We have
a few other TV programs we like to
watch.  Judy and I enjoy watching TV
together being we’re interested in most
of the same type programs 🙂  It was
an act of God that put us together 🙂
So I guess I have told you all there
is to tell other than of course what I
tell you every week which is I wrote
some more poems and haiku hehehe.
Yeppers,  10 more poems and none of
them are Christmas related and 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
an enjoyable weekend or whatever’s
left of it and a truly blessings filled
week.  Now,  to find that off switch 🙂
Hmmmm,  where oh where can it be
that silly thing that’s hiding from me.
LOL I see ya.  right behind my box
of tissues.  That might of been a good
hiding spot if in fact you were not
tipping the box being the box is not
full LOL.  Try harder next week OK.
Gotcha,  see ya CLICK zzzzzzzzzzzzz.

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

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Pearce’s Poetry Pictures 2,
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Pearce’s Poetry Pictures 6,
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Pearce’s Poetry Pictures 8
Pearce’s Poetry Pictures 9
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Now it’s on with the poems and haiku
10 and 22 hehehehehehehehehehe 🙂

Shrouded Life

Clouds as windows
open views
a shrouded life
of daily news.
Scenes may uncover
a new days sight
with the essence of
a day and night.
A cloudy day
might hide the sun
just like a shroud
of said and done.
A certain view
might then expose
a shrouded life
a moment chose.
Maybe as bales
of hay defined
as life and times
within the mind.
Some scenic sights
that our eyes see
might be shrouded
in misery.
So look beyond
a clouded sky
and see the beauty
as time flies by.
For as the wind
of timeless views
a shrouded life
is choice to choose.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 4,  2019

New Limerick Lullaby

Lost in a moment
a dream seems to dance
bringing forth echoes
of all it enchants.
Colorful flowers
as a story to tell
become as the passion
of a wishing well.
A dream shows the living
as flowers will bloom
while singing a lullaby
of the essence of June.
Time is recorded
in the mind of a day
as a magical moment
where the time falls away.
Leaving just a dream
as a lullaby song
sung by the flowers
as time moves along.
Timid is the season
as it shows us a sight
shining in the daytime
and dreamed in the night.
The story’s well written
as a dream in the sky
found as a perspective
a New Limerick lullaby.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 4,  2019

Within The Fog

Thoughts are hidden
inside of our mind
when sleep is voided
from time to time.
Foggy perspective
as scenes sort of gray
become as a dream
of another time’s day.
Life is a doorway
we each walk through
to be who we are
and to do what we do.
Some are as shadows
of others that we see
their life may be a fog
as branches of a tree.
Don’t become a scene
of a timeless array
that’s found in a fog
of another time’s day.
For when the chapters
of fog lift from view
you’ll be exposed
with all that you do.
So,  the next time fog
comes into your shore
look on beyond it
for life to explore.
Deep within the fog
there may be good
just waiting to be seen
or be understood.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 4,  2019

Looking Around

Sights and sounds
that pass us by
could become
a sight to sigh.
To sit and ponder
a dream come true
as life moves on
from old to new.
A country road
with much to find
goes on and on
a journey’s mind.
Looking around
at sights to see
the road displays
some times for free.
Some distant hills
of rolling scenes
might have hidden
rivers and streams.
The clouds above
may hold some rain
within minutes
of time to attain.
Time might become
an endless view
as minutes tick on
with a magical hue.
Thank God for times
He gave you and me
when looking around
from sea to sea.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 4,  2019

Winter’s Splendor

The passing veils
of evenings sun
brings in tune
what has begun.
Winter’s splendor
times perceive
are with blessings
to believe.
Scenes as heaven
found on Earth
timeless sights
unfathomed worth.
Light of life
displays with love
a sky of beauty
from Heaven above.
Winter’s splendor
comes in tune
with the times
so many swoon.
A snowy stage
with essence found
winter’s splendor
sights and sound.
Heavenly morsels
of love so true
fill our cups
with things to view.
Many times pass us
leaving a gaze
of winter’s splendor
and magical ways.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 4,  2019


Through a dream
waters pour
times begin
a scenic tour.
Flowing growing
life aware
bringing portions
with a flair.
We are waters
pouring through
found as rivers
timeless too.
Often dreamers
will begin
flowing seasons
to transcend.
Some will flow
as tranquil times
and some others
crashing minds.
Turbulent waters
flowing drives
over river rocks
sharp as knives.
Time’s perception
becomes wet
for the things
we can’t forget.
Flowing seconds
turn to days
as our waters
changing phase.
Let your waters
surely find
all your anger
left behind.
Leaving peaceful
in your heart
with forgiveness
to impart.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 4,  2019

Rocky Roads

Time turns to dust
as rocky road views
creating memoirs
to win or to lose.
Passing perceptions
become as a sight
within rocky roads
in our life’s daylight.
Ventures in training
that minutes explore
on many rocky roads
ones traveled before.
Scenes come to life
as an echo’s release
on down rocky roads
to uncover peace.
The end is a vision,
a sight which to see
on the rocky roads
with time as the key.
Heaven then awakens
with seasons of style,
blessings uncountable
surely compile.
Wearing on mindsets
as the seconds pass
leaving many lessons
that surely will last.
Becoming so scenic
Wearing on mindsets
as the seconds pass
leaving many lessons
that surely will last.
Becoming so scenic
as time is bestowed
life is a venture
on down rocky roads.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 5,  2019

Within and Without

Piers of illusion
displays certain sights
scenes within scenes
daylight and nights.
Seen are the ripples
that begin with a view
speaking their volumes
in waters of blue.
Life is a pattern
so many can’t see,
for their perception
might not clearly be.
Within and without
as a timeless charade
many are the actors
in a lifetime’s parade.
Waiting for minutes
to hand out a frame
as a time and a place
for them to attain.
A pelicans perch
on a buoy of time
can create peaceful
found in your mind.
Look for the blessings
that minutes can give
come from our savior
to help us to live.
A page full of waters
with ripples of love
from God our father
and Heaven above.
Look beyond seconds
as hours multiply
and see the glory
that’s life’s apple pie.
Look within the pier
of fear and doubt
and find the blessings
within and without.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 5,  2019

Shadows Meet

Those days remembered
become as a dream
a time and a place
we’ve one day seen.
Shadows of ourselves
are as memoirs to find
found within a turnstile
of a so distant time.
Shadows will meet
as the minutes procure
beginning a lifestyle
of a heartbeats allure.
Those days remembered
are as clouds floating by
scented with a moment
of a true blue sky.
We are as the actors
creating our destiny
as our shadows meet
in the things that we see.
United in passion
our hearts might display
seeking to remember
that one distant day.
Many times over again
our thoughts may unite
seeking once again
for that magical sight.
The past is a mirror
reflecting to repeat
what all we remember
as our shadows meet.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 5,  2019


Open your eyes up
and look with belief
as you let doubtful
find some relief.
Believe in yourself
as you move along
allowing your lessons
to make you strong.
Find in the waters
of life evermore
the strength to begin
a time which to soar.
Strength is believing
in what God can do
with a little bit of time
and a little bit of you.
Believe in the truth
of God and His Son
and let Him help you
before you’ve begun.
Then learn to believe
in others as friends
timelessly counted
heartbeats transcend.
Look on beyond then
your yesterdays doubts
through all the in ways
and all of the outs.
Don’t allow Satan
to come and deceive
for Heaven is greater
just learn to believe.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 5,  2019

for Jan 5,  2019

In search of today
yesterday may interfere
and cause you problems.

Sheltered from problems
can hinder tomorrow’s growth
as weakness befalls.

We are as shadows
when we only repeat things
that others have learned.

Changing direction
does not guaranty better,
for it may be wrong.

The snow of winter
creates a season of bliss
if you allow it.

A lost perspective
can create havoc on life
if not understood.

Legions of anger
often causes war on ones
that are not involved.

Needless is worry
when it is about the past
that cannot be changed.

Searching for flowers
leaves some without a season
to show their true self.

Writing a novel
of a fictional journey
could create a truth.

Tomorrows doorways
are often yesterdays finds
that we overlooked.

A glimpse of today
might have fear written in it
that’s written in lies.

The best of the best
still has many flaws to find
in which to learn from.

The lives that we live
are the things that many see
and judge our pathways.

The light of a thought
brings life to a perspective
that some never see.

Many hide the truth
behind a large wall of lies
that time will destroy.

The future and past
connect through the present
as learning and learned.

Found in a heartbeat
might be residue of life
that is remembered.

Belonging to one
as a marriage of lifetimes
needs a little love.

The seeds of a plant
can become what they came from
if they are cared for.

Sharing a lifetime
with another of the same
needs patience and love.

The trials of today
are often spawned from life
that we just ignored.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 5,  2019

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