When We Get There


Hello my friends

I hope you’re doing well or at least
as well as possible.  We’re still doing
our same routines LOL.  Although
the weather has gotten a little more
spring like.  The suns shining bright
and it’s 65 F degrees at 2:30 PM and
I’m loving it.  Not too cold and not
too hot.  Just right!  Judy and I were
talking last night about whether or
not we had any plans for this week
and it seems this week is planless 🙂
so we made a plan to go to get us
some ice cream at Houlton Farms
Dairy.  I’m  still deciding on what
I want to get for me hehehe.  Either
a Shake a Sundae or a Hot Fudge
Sundae.  OK,  so they might not
seem that different to you LOL,
but believe me,  they are hehehe 🙂
Although I might change my mind
at the last minute and get something
I have never gotten before.  They
have a large selection 🙂   I imagine
Judy will choose when we get there.
So,  what else to we have that we
can do?  Hmm,  we might go for
a little picture taking drive being
it’s supposed be fairly nice most of
the week aside from a little rain
forecasted for Tuesday and Friday.
I did a lot of grocery shopping
and paying bills while Judy and her
sister Trudy were down in Bangor
visiting with their younger brother
Ricky Friday then Judy and I went
back to the grocery store (Walmart)
Saturday and did a little bit more
shopping 🙂  So as far as groceries,
we’re set for while.  My Facebook is
acting up and I might be leaving it
for a while until it starts acting like
it should LOL.  I’m still writing
poetry and creating poetry pictures.
It seems I’ve gotten addicted to
making them,  but then I do enjoy
making them and it keeps my old
brain thinking,  so I guess it’s good.
I just fixed Judy and I something
to eat for a late breakfast or more
like a normal breakfast for us LOL.
There’s not much on TV to watch
tonight so we might watch one of
our DVD movies.  Other than that
we’ll probably do as we always do
and watch game shows 🙂  We live
such an exciting life LOL!  We’ve
got our own little groove 🙂  Oh
yea,  Judy and I went to Presque
Isle Wednesday for her doctor
visit and I of course took pictures
there and back.  While she was in
the doctors office I walked down
to the little pond near there and
took pictures of the ducks.  They
seem to love that pond,  which is
good,  because I love to take as
many pictures of them as I can 🙂
Also while Judy and Trudy were
down at Bangor Friday I took
the boys for a little field trip out
in the field in front of our house.
They love to run and play in the
field.  Fortunately there’s a pile
of logs out there that I can sit on
to rest while they’re having their
day of play.  I did though walk
around with them quite often to
get my exercise.  I then said it’s
time to go home and Rocky was
headed home.  Benny needed a
little coaxing because he wasn’t
quite ready to go in yet LOL.
He soon found his way back to
the house after me hollering at
him time and again,  to get your
butt home LOL.  He would run
a lil bit and then stop to smell the
grass or the weeds,  whatever 🙂
I promised him a treat to get him
to hurry up,  so I had to keep my
promise and I gave them both a
treat.  Anyways,  God has been
good to us.  He and His many
angels are always watching over
us.  We can feel His presence as
well as the many watchful angels.
Thank You God for all that You
have done and all that You will
do.  Now I believe it’s time for
me to be taking a little read back
on all that I’ve written to see if
I can find a 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
recollections that I always call
I may of found a fairly decent
title just a few lines down from
the beginning of my rambling 🙂
Now,  to see if I can do anything
with it LOL.  Here goes…

When We Get There

The times we hurry
and rush on through
to do the many things
that we needed to do
can cause us turmoil
and cause us pain,
for when we get there
we might go insane.
Our procrastination
can cause many things,
for timeless nightmares
could of been dreams.
Allowing our chances
to fall to the side
can bring into view
a real bumpy ride.
Try to let prayerful
to live within you
allowing Lord God
to guide what you do.
Let Him to strengthen
your moments of life
then when you get there
you’ll see less of strife.

©By Bill Pearce
May 5,  2019

There ya go 🙂  I hope you liked the
poem and maybe even my ongoing
rambling hehehe.  I know,  I tend to
bounce around from one topic to
another,  but you don’t expect me
to go back and rewrite every time
I remember something,  do you?
If so,  then I hate to be the one to
bust your bubble LOL,  but it’s not
gonna happen.  Now maybe if I got
paid for this I might think about
it,  but so far I have seen no money.
And so,  it shall continue as it is 🙂
Judy said Ricky was alert and even
talked with them for a while,  but
he is by no means in good health.
Sad to say,  he might pass on soon.
I pray for him often.  Prayer works,
for God gives what ones need,  not
what we think they would need or
want.  So,  I reckon it’s time for me
to be telling you what I tell you
every week and that is,  I wrote a
few more poems.  Yep,  10 more
poems with 1 extra and within the
mix is as sort of Christmassy poem.
Now I believe it’s time for me to
begin my search for that ornery
off switch,  but not before I wish
you a most wonderful blessed week.
Remember,  Jesus loves you and
we do too.  Ok,  where can that
confounded off switch be trying to
hide this time?  Hmm  my bag of
prescriptions seems to be teetering
just a tad.  LOL and there ya are
poking you head out just to see
if I’m looking your way hehehehe.
Gotcha,  see ya CLICK zzzzzzzzz.

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+1 and 22 hehehehehehehehehehe 🙂


Finding flight
of seasons glow
winter leaves
as melting snow.
Our perception
might not view
all the longings
Time may seem
as but a frame
motion pictures
times attain.
All the longings
lifetime dreams
might be only
seasons streams.
Flowing wildly
to and fro
with the seasons
melting snow.
Leaving stages
times to pass
often seen as
timeless glass.
For the longings
that we seek
might be only
week to week.
Then as minutes
tick on by
all those longings
say goodbye.

©By Bill Pearce
Apr 29,  2019

Visual Reality

When time reveals
a style and grace
of a place and time
of an earthly face
our life begins to
spin its wheels
with visual scenes
life’s windowsills.
Visual reality
is found in form
of there and then
a moment born.
We might see
a mountain range
or hills laid out
within the frame.
The doors of time
will swing about
to let things in
and let things out.
Things of life
that form a style
a moment’s glance
to give a smile.
With just a taste
of now and again
the minutes pass
just like the wind.
Giving the sights
for eyes to see
found to form
visual reality.

©By Bill Pearce
Apr 29,  2019

Comforting Peace

Finding a moment
that’s standing still
can become photos
that seconds fulfill.
Yet in the moment
the times moved on
only but to display
what now is gone.
Yet as a dreamer
of a photoscape
life becomes echoes
that did not escape.
Seasons displaying
timeless persuasion
found as a moment
a blessed occasion.
Wonderful styles
of a seasons release
this what’s known
as comforting peace.

©By Bill Pearce
Apr 30,  2019

Amidst Beauty

Many flowers
are just scenes
blooming seasons
like machines.
Without heart
and without care
tarnished flowers
without prayer.
Amidst beauty
outwards signs
deep within them
hatred finds.
Look for trueness
look for heart
and find beauty’s
wondrous art.
Found as seams
of living styles
hearts entwined
of blessed smiles.
Look beyond
a moment’s sight
and see all that’s
really right.
For a flower
can conceal
what’s within
that’s not so real.
Look for truth
that’s deep within
amidst beauty
as times begin.

©By Bill Pearce
Apr 30,  2019


Looking through life
of times to explore
you might discover
a window or a door.
Life becomes a journey
that our eyes perceive
sometimes with the scent
of a summer to leave.
Left within its place
are some colorful scenes
as synchronized stages
of realistic dreams.
Time begins moving
as the minutes tick on
leaving in its place
a new scenic song.
Sung so peacefully
as the colors begin
as synchronized songs
then sung to transcend.
Left with an imagination
of a track through time
as a train that travels
on throughout the mind.
As a stage that’s made
to become much more
than synchronized scenes
for ones to explore.
Life has a weird way of
creating things to see
connected as travels
with synchronicity.

©By Bill Pearce
May 1,  2019

Days Fade Away

So many memories
seem to lose hold
timeless the ventures
moments so cold.
Days begin changing
as weeks multiply
as time is displaying
a seasons lullaby.
Things we’ve seen
as we may remember
become the essence
of a burning ember.
Life as a memoir
a certain time’s hue
the days we remember
that fade from view.
They leave in place
a heartfelt emotion
a moment of winter
with snow as an ocean.
We might even see
within our mind’s eye
clouds up above us
in a wintertime sky.
The change of dates
shows Christmas gone
leaving in their place
new days to dawn.
Pages begin flipping
as a book on display
a seasons recollection
as days fade away.

©By Bill Pearce
May 2,  2019

Two Moose

Living in the season
of the days gone by
two moose are living
not asking ones why.
They just look on
as each season meets
while they continue
to fill on their feast.
Time doesn’t matter
to them as they gaze
watching life moving
in magical ways.
They’ve got a life
of a heart of dreams
living off the land and
drinking from streams.
We often will forget
how so many survived
long before the days
technology arrived.
For these two moose
are as yesterdays game
changed for survival
for it’s not the same.
Two moose envision
their time age to age,
while our technology
changes the stage.
Don’t let our wantings
to shake it all loose.
Find a way to save it
even for two moose.

©By Bill Pearce
May 3,  2019

Tomorrow’s Road

Becoming another
as a sight to see
tomorrow begins
with you and me.
We are as seasons
changing in time
found in tomorrows
of another design.
Yesterday’s visions
are coming in view
with our tomorrows
we started anew.
Our eyes envision
a different display
in tomorrow’s road
to another day.
Often perspective
is found out of sorts
that are the things
in our daily reports.
Time finds a way
to encompass style
often as illusions
our wants compile.
Look for the lessons
in yesterdays load
and then use them
on tomorrow’s road.

©By Bill Pearce
May 3,  2019

Dead Leaves

Places and times
that wither away
are as the echoes
of another day.
Leaves that die
to leave a scene
a time to find
another dream.
A dream of hope
a dream of life
one less of pain,
one less of strife.
Don’t just settle
for then and there,
get on your knees
and say a prayer.
Then begin life
of a different hue,
one of beauty
that lives in you.
For if you give up
and stop trying
dead leaves will be
surely compiling.
Don’t allow others
to pull you down.
Search for a smile
and lose a frown.
You can be better
than now perceives
finding there’s life
within dead leaves.

©By Bill Pearce
May 3,  2019

Charismatic Style

Placed within a dream
a time might become
the essence of living
of a bright morning sun.
Shining as a dewdrop
with colors enlaced
some are so wonderful
that moments embraced.
The charismatic style
of ones memorized
such as a flower
that a moment devised.
Scenes become beauty
because of that one
with tons of charisma
that is second to none.
These are the flowers
the people that bloom
shining of their essence
that brighten a room.
You can be that flower
and show your array
if you’ll allow God
to guide you each day.
We all have our blossoms
that bloom in their time
stages that are waiting
for our lives to find.
For it is our differences
that may take a while
to display our own way
of charismatic style.

©By Bill Pearce
May 4,  2019

Tally of Time

Life of a memory
lives as a style
a moment’s cuisine
that last for a while.
A signature scene
of a timeless array
is added together
to form another day.
Then in the tally
the scene reappears
within a photograph
of yesterdays years.
Always remembered
as time moves along
momentous ventures,
another day’s dawn.
Yet they are living
as time so anew
within the turnstiles
as dreams within you.
A virtual reality
that heartbeats instill
of a magical moment
that then did fulfill.
These are memories
that we then recall
scented of flavors
that overwhelm us all.
Places and faces
of the greatest design
form a great memoir
as a tally of time.

©By Bill Pearce
May 4,  2019

for May 4,  2019

Tomorrow’s today
might seem as a reflection
of today’s today.

Living in a dream
can cause nightmares to appear
in reality.

Our whether or not
can become our do or die
when wanting takes hold.

A forest of trees
holds a mindset of shadows
created by branches.

Living in the past
can become as a prison
that prevents your growth.

Yesterday’s windows
can become hard to see through
with eyes of today.

By putting things off
you might lose any chances
of getting things done.

Searching for yourself
in the midst of others lives
you might end up lost.

The links to our past
might look like bicycle chains
that have rust on them.

Being too timid
can cause you to pass life by,
not taking chances.

The last of a rose
is as petals in a breeze
blowing them about.

Breathing in seconds
can cause time to multiply
becoming hours.

Discovering a day
does not mean it’s meant for you,
for it might be wrong.

Lost in a whirlwind
many struggle hard to see
and walk into walls.

An echo exist
only through what that caused it
and silent without.

Gradient footsteps
on a mountain of choices
can cause a landslide.

Purpose isn’t truth
as many will strive for life
finding wrong answers.

Rivers will become
as pathways for minerals
lost in the water.

Having is confused
with owning what is not owned,
but yet gifted with.

Bridges over time
are as structures of our lives
that carry us through.

A small puff of air
can become a windy day
if it’s not needed.

As lifetimes persist
they leave shadows of themselves
in ones passing by.

©By Bill Pearce
May 4,  2019

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