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ANIMAL’S GREETINGS

Hello my friends

It’s been yet another week gone by but
now it’s beginning to look as though the
snow is finally going to be able to melt
and allow spring to enter LOL. Yeppers
the temperature is finally rising a little,
but thankfully not as much as it is in the
old Texas state that I am from 🙂 Right
now it’s 54 F degrees. I’ve got a few of
our windows opened letting some fresh
air in. We’ve still got a lot of snow on
the ground, but it’s melting and there
is no snow in the forecast for here so,
now to deal with the muddy trails that
are left behind. Yep, our driveway is
messy now. My shoes look like a mud
factory after I walked out to check the
mail the other day LOL. Judy just got
up and I put Benny and Rocky outside
just a little while ago so they could go
potty. Rocky’s barking saying that he’s
ready to come back in, but I’ll let Judy
let them in. Well, the boys are back in
the house and Judy is in here with me
now. It’s such a pretty day today. The
sun is shining, but there’s a few clouds
in the sky. It’s supposed to start raining
this evening around 8 PM. That ought
to wash some of the snow away hehehe.
In a moment I think I’m gonna have to
stop and make Judy and I something
to eat. Come to think of it, I might do
that right now :). I’ll be back. I’m back.
I fixed Judy and I some Eggo’s a sausage.
I made me a couple of eggs to go with
them being my cholesterol is always very
low as well as a few other things hehehe.
So back to writing. I have been thinking
about maybe this week getting to work
on my book cover and front and back
pages for my book 10 and then doing
a little formatting to get it published 🙂
I’ve put it off long enough LOL. I’ve
already written 71 more poetry pictures,
but not planning on doing a book 11
anytime soon. I am though planning on
doing a few other projects such as one
or 2 Christmas poetry picture books and
a couple of Paintings poetry picture books
using the poetry pictures that I did with
Judy’s paintings and drawings. So my
year is full of things to do hehehe. This
is something that I found I had a knack
for. I might then in later dates decide
to do a book 11, but it’s not going to
happen any time soon LOL. So, what
else is happening around here.   Well,
Judy and her sister Barbara went down
south to Bangor the other day to visit
their little brother Ricky. Ricky is not
doing well. He could use some prayers.
The poor guy has gone through so very
much and is still going through a lot.
Yesterday (Saturday) Judy went over
to her sister’s house for craft night but
I think they might of visited more than
doing crafts LOL. Judy came home
saying she didn’t get hers finished. It’ll
give her something to do when she has
nothing else to do 🙂 I’m sure she’ll get
it finished soon. It’s supposed to be a
tree of life dream catcher, but as of now
it has no life LOL. Oh yea, it still hurts
to look outside without sunshades being
there’s still a lot of snow out there. It
will soon be gone though thanks to a few
warmer days and some rain. I feel for
all of the people living in low lying areas.
Their gonna get washed away the same
as every year, which leads to questions
like, why don’t they just move LOL.
I guess they maybe can’t afford to, but
then can they afford to get flooded every
year?   The same as people living in that
old tornado alley. A tornado hitting my
house or pert near it would seem to me
as God saying it’s time to move or I’m
gonna do it for ya. Anyways, off of that
subject. The temperature is going down
now. It’s 51 F degrees, so time to start
shutting the windows. It’s supposed to
be around 38 F by morning and rain up
until around noon. I love to smell the
rain. I especially love to hear thunder.
It’s such a serenading sound and the
lightning is such a magical scene as it
lights up the sky. Of course our boys
don’t care for it much, but Judy and
I love it all. LOL except if the porch
is leaking, but it doesn’t seem to be
leaking now that the snow is gone and
our landlord did a little resealing on it.
In the next few weeks I’ll open up all of
the windows on the porch to let in some
fresh air. It’s screened in which will
keep most of the bugs out. I screened
it in shortly after Calvin attached it to
our house. Our mailbox still looks
like death warmed over, but it’s not
lying on the ground hehehe. It’s up
right as it should be. Maybe during
the summer, our landlord might give
our mailbox a make over 🙂   It could
use one LOL. God is still looking out
for us. We can feel His presence as
He watches over us as we can also feel
our many angels also watching over us.
Thank You God for all that You do
and all that You will do for us. We
always feel blessed. Now I believe it’s
time for me to take a little trip back
through all that I’ve written here to
see if I can find a word or phrase that
I can use for the title for today’s new
poem. So, it’s away I go, to place
of my recollection that I always like
to call RECOLLECT VILLE. Hmm,
I think I may have found a decent
title about halfway back into all of
my rambling and now after checking
I see that it has not been used yet, so
used it shall be today. Here goes…

Washed Away

We’re as raindrops
from above
poured from Heaven
with God’s love.
Time’s a doorway
unleashing clouds
moments portions
that enshrouds.
Ones that passed
are still around
love and light
their spirit’s found.
Yet their bodies
are washed away
gone to Heaven
a spirited way.
Leaving memories
here and there
washed away,
but still in prayer.
Allow your senses
to understand
angels watching
hold our hand.
When our lifetime
comes to end
we’ll be washed away
to transcend.

©By Bill Pearce
Apr 14, 2019

There ya go. I hope ya liked the poem 🙂
I also hope you enjoyed my rambling and
it didn’t bore you too terribly. It’s cooling
down quickly. Now it’s 49 F degree at 6:41
in the afternoon. I think Judy’s gone to
the kitchen to find something to make us
for dinner this evening 🙂 There’s not much
else to tell you other than what I tell you
every week and that is, I wrote some more
poems and haiku. Yep, 10 more poems
with 2 extras and 1 Christmas poem in the
mix. 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.
Now I believe it’s time for me to start my
search for that hardly elusive off switch,
but not before I wish you a most joyous
and blessings filled week. Remember,
Jesus loves you and we do too. Oh yea,
Judy wasn’t in the kitchen, she was in
the bedroom going through her jewelry
box trying to find something to use to
finish her dream catcher :). Anyways,
it’s time to start looking around this
place to try and find that ornery off
switch. Hmm, I don’t think I have to
look much further, being I think I see
a bit of movement from behind my nose
spray bottle 🙂 LOL. You say you were
trying to stay still, but when ya leaned
up against it, it wobbled. I say that you
are just terrible at hiding Hahahahaha.
Gotcha, see ya CLICK zzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

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

P.S A link to our brand new books
Pearce’s Poetry Pictures,
Pearce’s Poetry Pictures 2,
Pearce’s Poetry Pictures 3,
Pearce’s Poetry Pictures 4,
Pearce’s Poetry Pictures 5,
Pearce’s Poetry Pictures 6,
Pearce’s Poetry Pictures 7
Pearce’s Poetry Pictures 8
and
Pearce’s Poetry Pictures 9
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+2 and 22 hehehehehehehehehehe 🙂

Like A Waterfall

The illusions of life
can enhance our dreams
making them only
as rushing streams.
Then as if clockwork
the scenes will change
creating more illusions
that then might estrange.
Pouring like a waterfall
our rivers run wild
creating speculations
as illusions compiled.
Our life might encounter
a day and a week
that we can’t forget
as the future we seek.
The memories waterfall
continues to pour
bringing back flashbacks
of a timeless tour.
Let loose the baggage
that you went through
and find then the future
to live within you.
Begin with the changes
in how you perceive
and create a new you
a style which to weave.
Learned from the troubles
that once were so tall
now turned to lessons
pouring like a waterfall.

©By Bill Pearce
Apr 7, 2019

Ocean To The Right

Standing by the wayside
on a beach of yesterday
time begins its counting
the times now gone away.
Then is only memories
of a wonderful design
scented with the salt air
of an old frame of mind.
The ocean to the right
and beach side the other
leaves memories divided
that minutes can uncover.
Dreaming of the moments
that I shall not ever lose
as waves begin their path
of a oceanic groove.
Life is but a sea shell
that time is found within
coming to life as seconds
with the sound of the wind.
We all have special places
that live within our mind
maybe seeming timeless
in dreams then so defined.
The moment is a journey
a pathway to the stars
that is on the seashore
we’ve driven in our cars.
Watching every moment
to continue in a dream
the ocean to the right as
the other makes the scene.

©By Bill Pearce
Apr 8, 2019

Within a River

A River shows reflections
of its mind of times details
as scenes as cosmic dreams
of a lifetime without sails.
Found just floating freely
as reflections thereunto
found within a river
of a scene of waters blue.
Maybe with some ripples
that reflect within a time
a heart finds its conclusions
with peace then so defined.
Seeming as a heartbeat
that others left to breathe
you might then find another
as the same as you believe.
They may be only memoirs
of scenes of distant hues
textured in the waters
that a time did so infuse.
So if you happen past one
a river with words to say
then take the time to hear it
as reflections day to day.
You might find yourself
as within the way it flows
and then be more aware of
all that it does expose.
For time is as a moment
a taker and a giver
as ripples of a lifestyle
found within a river.

©By Bill Pearce
Apr 8, 2019

Watching it Flow

Mesmerizing segments
of our time’s destiny
become as a particular
lifetime’s memory.
The flow of an essence
that minutes procure
become as a scene
that waters might pour.
Flowing as a river
or a busy destination
time might become
as a life’s devastation.
Yet if you look closely
a blessing might begin
finding all the magic
in places you have been.
Watching even closer
you might then perceive
moments as if autumn
with colors of the leaves.
Scented deep within you
sights may then be seen
flows of rivers pouring
not unlike a dream.
Life can be real funny
as it throws us a surprise
flowing just like water
to pour into our eyes.
While watching it flow
you might find a while
as a time to conceive
and to take on a smile.

©By Bill Pearce
Apr 9, 2019

Blessings of Life

Seeking for another,
a person or thing
can become sadness
when just but a dream.
Seek for the blessings
of lifetimes to find
and then let them live
deep inside your mind.
Allow for the growth
of a heavenly heart
and lose all the hatred
that tears it apart.
The blessings of life
can begin with a glance
as a time and a place
of life’s song and dance.
Look beyond nowadays
and see what can be
as the blessings of life
can set your mind free.
A hillside of journeys
may await as you grow
as time goes its way
and blessings will flow.
Don’t let the sad times
to continue to thrive,
look for the good times
to then visualize.
Today is a new day
and tomorrow is too
that blessings of life
will gives us to view.

©By Bill Pearce
Apr 9, 2019

Watery Lullaby

Golden emotions
found within a pond
display the lullabies
of sweetness beyond.
Within a dreamer
the waters explode
displaying lullabies
moments bestowed.
Losing your reality
as a dream persists
in a watery lullaby
that you can’t resist.
Reality then melds
deep into a dream
becoming timeless
as a flowing stream.
Becoming peaceful
as times waters blue
and ducks within it
as a magical view.
The moment pertains
to a dreamers wake
creating the ripples
of which to partake.
Unleashing fathoms
of a peaceful sleep
deep in a dreamer
that waters may seep.
Pouring dreamworlds
into sleeping eyes
this is what’s known
as a watery lullaby.

©By Bill Pearce
Apr 10, 2019

Snow of Winter

Snow of winter
season’s time
becomes as our
moment’s mind.
Christmas dreams
of timeless tales
snow of winter
never fails.
It brings stories
then to read
of snow of winter
white as seed.
Planted as visions
within our sight
found as memories
day and night.
Snow of winter
is great to see
seasons greetings
a Christmas tree.
Life is a blessing
many forsake
as all the things
to give and take.
Snow of winter
a wondrous view
as Christmastime
for me and you.
Don’t let sadness
to cloud your days,
seek the blessings
through the greys.
Time is but only
a mere memory
as snow of winter
a sight to see.
Look for joyful
a wondrous art
in snow of winter
heart to heart.

©By Bill Pearce
Apr 11, 2019

Bales of Hay

Daily problems
in a field
bring to light
what is revealed.
Bales of hay
our many sights
as our problems
days and nights.
Counted as our
life’s desires
wantings start
so many fires.
Bales of hay
can be inflamed
burning with all
that’s attained.
Often gathered
as a score
times we want
a little more.
Seeking life
to be the best
while we’re doing
less and less.
Losing truthful
gaining lies
using daily
alibis.
Yet we struggle
truth or dare
life of times
a given flair.
Look and see
what all you need
and seek less of
wantings seed.
For our wants
of day to day
can become just
bales of hay.

©By Bill Pearce
Apr 12, 2019

Journey’s Stage

The pathes we strive
and seek to go
can often become
so filled with snow.
They might become
a failed attempt
a moment gained
that came and went.
You may just slide
into the side
a journey’s stage
a gruesome ride.
Yet if careful
and driving slow
you might not slide
within the snow.
Scenes we’ve seen
and hurried to
might of been
a wrongful view.
The journey’s stage
might of been
a learning lesson
to begin.
A time of life
which came around
that which found
we must slow down.
For as we find
each journey’s stage
we just might learn
from age to age.

©By Bill Pearce
Apr 12, 2019

Just The Sky

A breeze may blow
and clouds may fly
bringing questions
how and why.
Time might become
as a ocean cruise
sometimes found
a choice to choose.
We might even find
a moment’s display
that’s just the sky
in a different way.
The days will change
as life moves on
as the sky
moves dusk to dawn.
Lifetimes continue
sometimes a breeze
giving moments
as tides of seas.
Beyond perception
there might be ways
signs of life
in killer waves.
For even destruction
creates a path
many lessons
our shadows cast.
Yet many moments
may only be clouds
as just the sky
that time enshrouds.

©By Bill Pearce
Apr 12, 2019

Stranded Vessel

Life of leisure
can become
stranded ways
of said and done.
Losing sight
of all that’s good
a stranded vessel
made of wood.
You might see
a distant shore
that you wish
you could explore.
Just like a ship
a mast all torn
engine worn out
times forlorn.
Seek the wisdom
from the times
lessons learned
of others minds.
You may then be
anew in strength
the oceans shore a
different length.
A stranded vessel
you might see
as a memoir
of history.
Use that lesson
as a trestle
to not become a
stranded vessel.

©By Bill Pearce
Apr 13, 2019

Dreamer of Life

We’re the reflections
of a dreamers style
scented of lifetimes
a frown or a smile.
The watery existence
of a lifetimes allure
that often turns into
a dreamers sewer.
Let the waters flow
as pureness divine
within the dreams
of a better design.
The dreamers of life
can create or destroy,
for it’s as they dream
the ways they employ.
So dream of hopeful
and purest peace
with less of corruption
a moment’s release.
Look beyond today
and focus on life
and don’t allow others
to fill it with strife.
For time is ticking
and putting in place
choices and voices
that minutes enlace.
Become a helper of
this world we know
be a dreamer of life
and help it to grow.

©By Bill Pearce
Apr 13, 2019

Haiku
for Apr 13, 2019

Lost in illusions
right now might seem as hopeless,
so wake up and see.

A choice is a time
that comes and goes with seconds,
so use time wisely.

Various turnstiles
become as helpers of life
or its destruction.

A road we drive on
might acquire some holes in it
as moments wear thin.

Lessons from others
might have no use in our life,
for we are not them.

Seedlings of a weed
are as guarantees for life
and their existence.

Past tense perception
often leaves ones regretful
of what they have missed.

A rivers journey
is where the water may flow
in its desire.

The leaves of the trees
awaken after winter
and blossom with style.

Chance is a moment
that comes and goes as we breathe
that may just come once.

An ant carries on
even if there seems no hope,
for it will survive.

Becoming others
might lose who you’re meant to be,
so remember you.

Seeking for shadows
may only show emptiness
that is not alive.

Mourning over death
needs to be done as blessings
for the dead live on.

Shielded emotions
can become as dynamite
with none to defuse.

Blessings of a place
that gives you great memories
is a gift from God.

To have and to hold
does not mean of ownership,
but of true respect.

Patterns that we make
can become very boring,
so change is needed.

Always turning right
and never turning other
can create circles.

Glimmers of sunlight
gives hope for a brand new day
even through some clouds.

Beginnings of life
are as doorways that open
allowing a breath.

Tomorrow’s not here,
but today can give it hope
if we do our best.