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ANIMAL’S GREETINGS

Hello my friends

It’s been a fairly decent week the passed
few days. Judy and I took the boys out for
a few field trips and took a few pictures of
them and us. Weather wise it’s been not
too bad. In the 60’s to the lower 70’s and
I loved that. I mowed the lawn today and
I am flat tuckered out. OK, so I’m not flat
tuckered out, I’m FAT tuckered out LOL.
Anyways, I got a lot mowed. There’s rain
in the forecast for tomorrow and I wanted
to get most of it done before the grass got
soaked again. We gave the boys haircuts
last week and they were good boys and
didn’t give us too much trouble 🙂 hehehe.
Boy they look a lot thinner now. LOL
the way I did Rocky’s ears he looks like
a Cocker Spaniel. They both seem to
be a lot happier and friskier since all of
that hair was cut off LOL. Rocky even
got started jumping on the bed again 🙂
which he’s not supposed to do, but so
be it LOL. Funny thing is that our bed
is fairly high. It’s actually higher than the
seat in the car, but he still refuses to
jump in the car to go for a ride. Benny
just hops right on in, but oh not Rocky.
Nope, he’ll look up at us and wait for
one of us to pick him up and put him in
the car LOL. Judy bought some doggy
steps for Rocky for him to use to get
in the car, but he won’t use them. He
thinks we are supposed to put his little
butt in the car and mind you he isn’t
small. He’s a large Shih Tzu. We do
not feed either of the boys more than
they need. For that matter, Benny
only weighs about 23 pounds, but
Rocky weighs around 29 to 30 lbs 🙂
The vet said Rocky is just a big boy.
Oh well, they’re healthy happy little
boys. OK semi little LOL. Judy just
found out that her sister hit a moose
with their brand new car. At least
her and her husband (Dennis) which
was driving are OK. Things can be
fixed. Judy’s trying to find out more
from Trudy, but nothing yet. So I
reckon its back to the journal. I got
a new shirt last week that I ordered
in July. It’s very pretty. LOL it has
pictures of Snoopy all over it hehehe.
Judy just got a message from Trudy
asking her to come and get them,
but Judy is trying to find out where
in the heck they are. She just got a
message saying the police will drop
them off in Medway, so Judy is off
to pick them up. It looks like it will
be me and the boys while she’s gone.
I told her to PLEASE watch out for
moose and deer. LOL she said “what
are the odds that I will hit a moose
going to pick them up from hitting a
moose”? I said no matter, just be
careful, because I’m sure that it has
happened before by someone. New
news. Judy just got message by her
sister saying never mind. They have
2 tow trucks. Dennis and Trudy were
going down to get their son that had
a flat tire with no spare and that is
when they hit the moose. So one
of the tow trucks has their sons truck
on it and the other has their truck on
it :). Anyways, the excitement of the
evening has passed. Now as soon
as I finish with the journal, I think
Judy and I will watch a few game
shows on GSN. It’s 65 F degrees
right now at 10 PM. I’ve gotta get
this written so I can fix Judy and I
some dinner. I’m hungry and I know
Judy’s hungry. There’s not much
else to tell you or that I can think of
at the moment. Something might
come to me in the second half of
my rambling 🙂 God has been good
to us. We have all that we need
as well a few things we do not need.
I feel many angels watching over
us as each day comes to pass. We
have been blessed time after time
by God’s grace and love. Thank
You God for all that You do for us
and all that You will do. Now I do
believe it’s time for me to be having
a little look back on all that I have
written here to se 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 little
place of my recollection that I always
like to call RECOLLECT VILLE.
I think I found a halfway decent title
just about halfway through all of
my rambling and now after checking
I see that it has not been used, so
used it shall be today. Here goes.

Nothing Yet

Looking for truth
in a liars den
might unleash life
beginning to end.
Nothing is something
as time gives way
showing our journeys
of day after day.
Time is patient,
but we are not
as we want things
that we haven’t got.
Wants overwhelm us
as time ticks along
showing us seconds
that sing their own song.
Look for the beauty
that life surely shows
and let in blossom
in life like a rose
God gives blessings
we often forget
and often we’re saying
we have nothing yet.

©By Bill Pearce
Aug 18, 2019

There ya go.   I hope you liked the poem
and maybe even my rambling that might
of seemed as a news broadcast LOL. It’s
10:30 PM now and I need to hurry up and
finish this so I can fix us something to eat.
So, it looks as though there is nothing else
to tell you other than what I tell you every
week and that is, I wrote some more poems
and haiku. Yep, I wrote 10 more poems,
but this time I wrote 2 extras. Nope no
Christmas poems this week. Maybe next
week 🙂 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 do believe it’s time for me
to begin 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. Now, where can that ornery off
switch be trying to hide this time?????
Hmm, do my eyes deceive me or do I
see a little movement from behind my
box of tissues?   Yes, I do believe I do
see movement. Hello you silly thing 🙂
You do realize that you were sort of
scooting the box back and forth when
you moved don’t you hahahahahaha?
Gotcha, see ya CLICK zzzzzzzzzzzzz.

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 🙂

Peace Exists

The sides of life
in seamless trails
show the signs
so many details.
Seasons changes
mixed within
as peace exists
beginning to end.
A seaward way
upon the rocks
might become as
our hard knocks.
A fishing scene
a time come true
as peace exists
in waters blue.
We each may see
but only a time
a place within
a moment’s mind.
Yet, peace exists
as times unfold
as day to night
and young to old.
Many blessings
might unleash
times you had
of certain peace.
Just as seasons
create views
peace exists
a time to choose.
With each glimpse
of now and then
there is a place
for peace to begin.
It might be lost
in mindful mists,
but rest assured
that peace exists.

©By Bill Pearce
Aug 12, 2019

Tractor in a Field

We each have times
that moments yield
that might seem like
a tractor in a field,
yet as the seasons
each come and go
we often will unlock
a new way to flow.
Becoming as ghosts
of our passed desires
we move right along
with passionate fires.
Living and breathing
the grasses of time
as a tractor in a field
and a refreshed mind.
Look on beyond you
and see what is there
the clouds up above
as answers to prayer.
Showing discoveries
we may have missed
as moments in time
a prayer has kissed.
Enlightening skies
with a hint of gray
that thrives a heart
in a hopeful way.
Displaying what was
once just concealed
such as a time frame
a tractor in a field.

©By Bill Pearce
Aug 12, 2019

Miraculous

Living in a dreamland
as the living is displayed
time can pass you by then
with minutes to degrade.
A grassy field of green
can become such a view
as a dream is just a dream
as reality then comes true.
Don’t just be a dreamer,
be an artist with your style
creating what you dreamed
much better to compile.
For as time goes ticking
it leaves within its scale
a time to become Heaven
or a time to become Hell.
Use your dreams wisely
as you do what all you do
day to day your journey
with all that is with you.
Let your style be that of
a painting life can see
within all your artwork
what’s best to surely be.
Don’t let others tell you,
you have nothing to give,
for surely every one of us
can help someone to live.
With our many differences
we create ways to move
that may seem miraculous
as we make our groove.

©By Bill Pearce
Aug 13, 2019

Time For Rest

Just like a bird
a seagull’s flight
we must find rest
a place to light.
Allowing time
to find its way
as peace of mind
comes day to day.
You may discover
an ocean’s path
as time for rest
lowers its mast.
Look for clues
within the scenes
as time for rest
in certain dreams.
Let your worries
to fade away
and show hopeful
through the gray.
With the sounds
of waves that roar
a time for rest
opens a door.
A door to living
timeless details
a door to journeys
as ships with sails.
Look for blessings
at their very best
then try to find
a time for rest.

©By Bill Pearce
Aug 15, 2019

Life’s Imagery

Viewing now today
tomorrow just awaits
we might just forget
other times and dates.
Life is with a mirror
reflecting now and then
as within a wormhole
to begin yet again.
This is life’s imagery
as a porthole of desire
such as that of artwork
of a hot burning fire.
Burning bright of colors
becoming so much more
as a time on our mind
from then and before.
In colorful sequences
unleashed in our view
within life’s imagery
there’s a magical hue.
Search for the patterns
the images of style
and find within them
a better way to smile.
A way of a dreamer
with magnified gain
the God given seasons
for a life to attain.
Open your minds eye
and find what is free
the Heaven sent places
of a life’s imagery.

©By Bill Pearce
Aug 15, 2019

Emotions Motion

The simple scenes
we see each day
might have life
of a wonderful way.
Found as emotions
so simple and true
time as the water
so fervently blue.
Emotions motion
a passionate scene
of the flavors of life
as grasses of green.
Just like a story
that children read
the emotions of life
are as a living seed.
Maybe only dreams
found in the mind
emotions motion
of time after time.
Let your mind drift
into another world
where motions begin
and life is unfurled.
Such as a dreamer
in a heartfelt ocean
allow for the life
of emotions motion.

©By Bill Pearce
Aug 16, 2019

Just Like Water

Pouring as water
lifetimes will flow
that of a waterfall
found high and low.
Often the water will
flow as with peace,
but then other times
seem not to cease.
Just like a moment
of a pouring desire
we each can harness
what many aspire.
Maybe as a poet
or an artist to draw
what for a moment
that we one day saw.
We’re just like water
of seasonal appeal
pouring as emotions
that we see and feel.
Life is a journey
in each step we take
as water pouring
in a river or lake.
Creating our pictures
maybe of an otter
or maybe scenery
that’s just like water.

©By Bill Pearce
Aug 16, 2019

Renditions of Scale

Size doesn’t matter
when peace is in place,
for within a doorway
there’s life to embrace.
Renditions of flowers
as weeds come alive
as summertime scenes
when moments arrive.
The scale may be small
as the scenery’s found
singing its little song
without yet a sound.
Renditions of seasons
from summer to fall
display the episodes
as time standing tall.
Yet for the most part
the moments might be
so small that so many
will never truly see.
The God given beauty
of a summertime day
weeds become flowers,
but have a short stay.
For as the seasons are
the passing of time
soon it is autumn
with its own design.
Leaving us a memory
of summer’s exhale
as we discover the
renditions of scale.

©By Bill Pearce
Aug 16, 2019

Blurs of Style

Amidst the blurs
that come to pass
there are scenes
just like the grass.
Maybe just a little
out of focus
brought into view
with hocus-pocus.
Blurs of an instant
a scene in a way
as a blade of wheat
or a distant day.
We might get lost
within our views
as blurs of style
might just bemuse.
Becoming as echoes
of a timeless place
as blurs of style
of somebody’s face.
We might even see
a trace of time
hidden deep within
our own design.
Such as a memory
a time long ago
a scene so sweet
you cannot let go.
It might be a field
with a joyful smile
that is now only
our blurs of style.

©By Bill Pearce
Aug 17, 2019

God is Watching

Fields of perspective
is a moment perceived
seasons of reasons
what many believed.
Life has a way of
changing our minds
as angels guide us
through troubled times.
The true value of life
is a heartbeat’s array
found as a moment’s
timeless display.
Many view lifestyles
different than their own
as going a direction
they’ve never known.
So often our journey’s
as a dog in the grass
with that of adventure
time frames to pass.
Displaying lessons
in form of our pain
as God is watching us
each one complain.
We must learn truly
how to let go of hate
and find the blessings
before it’s too late.
We’re a large family
with difference in look
and God is watching
with His opened book.
Seeing the good things
and seeing the bad
as we continue judging
and making Him sad.
So always remember
God is watching you
as you continue
to do the things you do.

©By Bill Pearce
Aug 17, 2019

Country Roads

Tracking through time
as wheels will turn
life presents a style
with lessons to learn.
The dusty rocky roads
to places we recall
might shed some light
on reasons for our fall.
You might see colors
of a distant day
upon the country roads
of a scenic display.
They might be memoirs
waiting to be words
down old country roads
as a flock of birds.
The beauty of it all
is a harmonic phase
a tone all its own
of the distant days.
Time is but a fraction
of its seasonal appeal
down old country roads
with a spinning wheel.
Bringing up the dust
as the tires roll on
down old country roads
that are now long gone.
Those times carried life
by the heavier loads
as our hearts rolled on
those country roads.

©By Bill Pearce
Aug 17, 2019

Evening’s Rain

Days of blessings
filled with times
as we remember
inside of our minds
An evening’s rain
a scent so sweet
becomes so alive
as a tasty treat.
Heaven’s blessings
of timeless rains
that falls so often
from windowpanes.
A sweetish breeze
enhances the view
as evening’s rain
falls down on you.
Remember it well
this time and place
as water trickles
down your face.
Embrace the feeling
embrace it well
so it can become
as a story to tell.
The God given days
that shined the most
blessings from God
and the Holy ghost.
An evening’s rain
is so much more
a life giving taste
for birds to soar.
Rain is a portion
of Godly wonder
a sky of lightning,
sounds of thunder.
It becomes so alive
for time to attain
blessings from God
as an evening’s rain.

©By Bill Pearce
Aug 17, 2019

Haiku
for Aug 17, 2019

Painting a picture
might uncover many thoughts
that you had hidden.

Searching for a dream
in the midst of a nightmare
might leave you empty.

Believing in a cloud
and seeing it blow over
are not as the same.

Love of a heartbeat
can distribute emptiness
if love is not shared.

Time is just a phase
with beginnings and endings
and life within it.

Becoming yourself
is a path many should find
to lose the false self.

Shelter from a storm
can often be the distance
and not location.

Need and want get lost
as confusion drives them both
leaving illusions.

A morning rainstorm
can enhance the air we breathe
and water the plants.

Simplistic moments
can become complicated
amidst our worry.

Living for right now
might become as a nightmare
as tomorrow comes.

Various struggles
give and take away our strength
for many seek wrongly.

A page from a book
could hold the answers you want,
so don’t just flip through.

Listen to others
even if you don’t want to,
you might learn something.

Looking to the stars
the sky becomes a canvas
for God to create.

When stomping your feet
you might step on your own toes,
so be real careful.

The structure of time
is found hidden in seconds
that we cannot see.

Living in a dream,
you might one day find yourself
living in a lie.

In search of flowers
that will bloom unendingly
might show you Heaven

When taking chances
you might find you’ve overstepped
with far too many.

Breaking a promise
to someone that trusted you
can end their friendship.

The leaves of autumn
create life that comes alive
in their dead colors.