The Low


Hello my friends

It’s been a sort of windy and rainy week
here in northeastern Maine.  My work on
the roof held and the porch didn’t leak 🙂
The true test will be through winter and
the snow.  I plan on going back up on the
roof soon and doing a little precautionary
work for the snow,  but still not sure if it
will hold LOL.  Oh well,  I got the porch
sealed up on the edges and all so it should
be good.  Anyways,  other than that it’s
been pretty mundane around here.  Not
much new.  I didn’t take any picture this
passed week.  The only time we went to
town,  it was already dark being it has
already begun getting dark earlier.  Yep,
winter is already knocking loudly on our
door.  Last night got down to 30 degrees.
Our furnace kicked on last night for the
first time in a week or so.  Of course I
have the thermostat set at 50 degrees 🙂
We have radiator heaters in the bedroom
and computer room that knock off the
chill.  I mainly need the furnace to keep
the pipes from freezing when it gets too
cold,  which I am sure it will get being
we live way up here hehehe.  It hasn’t
started snowing yet,  but I’m sure that
it’s on the way.  The low for tonight is
supposed to be 36.  Right now it’s 48 F
at 5:30 PM.  Yep,  not much going on
here at The Pearce’s Place.  Benny and
Rocky are ornery as always,  but at the
moment they’re lying down in the floor
right beside Judy and I.  I might try to
take some pictures this week.  We might
even take the boys out for a field trip
Monday.  They love to run and play in
the field in front of our house.  God
has been good to us.  We’ve had our
share of problems,  but all in all things
are good,  life is good.  Thank You God
for never leaving us.  Thank You for all
that You have done for us and all that
You will most surely do.  Now I believe
it’s time for me to look back on all that
I’ve written and see if I can find a good
word or phrase that I 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 believe I may
of found a decent title about halfway
back through my rambling and now
after checking I see that it has not been
used,  so used it shall be.  Here goes…

The Low

When sadness comes
and breaks the peace
find you a memory
to help it to cease.
Find you a moment
a time and place
that lives within you
as a smiling face.
The low might only
be just a time
that you remember
deep in your mind.
Lose the sadness
and gain you a smile
that helps lose the low
letting joyful compile.
The low that’s found
might be just a thing
as a time and place
of a life giving sting.
Seek for the goodness
and let the sad go
when you discover
that you’re in the low.

©By Bill Pearce
Oct 20,  2019

Well,  there ya go.  I hope you liked the
poem and maybe understood it.  I also
hope you enjoyed my rambling though
it was sort of short this week hehehehe.
I want you to keep my mom in your
prayers as she gets settled into her new
home in the Dallas area.  I know she’s
gonna miss her house in Greenville being
that she lived there for 40 years and 22
years of that was with my dad before he
passed away.  This is to you mom.  I’ll
always be just a phone call away if you
need to talk.  I love you and wish that
Judy and I were closer,  but it is what it
is.  We both love you more than words
can describe.  I would also like to ask
for some prayers for a friend of mines
mom and dad as well as her (Sara W)
They are having a rough time with life.
So I reckon it’s time for me to tell you
what I tell you every week and that is,  I
wrote some more poems and haiku 🙂
Yep,  10 more poems and 2 of them are
Christmas poems with 1 Halloween poem.
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 I guess it’s now time for me to begin
my search for that ornery hardly elusive
off switch,  but not before I wish you a
most wonderful blessings filled week.
Remember,  Jesus loves you and we do
too.  Okie dokie now,  where can that
ornery off switch be trying to hide this
time LOL?????  Hmm,  searching the
left side of the room.  Nope aint there.
Searching the right side of the room 🙂
LOL there ya are sort of hiding behind
my Winto Green Lifesaver bag hehehe.
Ya forgot that the bag makes noise if
it is moved huh.  Yep,  and ya moved it.
Gotcha,  see ya CLICK zzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

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 🙂

Written in Stone

Time is a metaphor
when we sit around
watching the world
as it spins around.
Seconds repeating
become as our view
as time continues
from old to anew.
Many build castles
out of rocks of ages
creating their style
on metaphor stages.
Building sandcastles
that just wash away
to display their view
in a wrongful array.
Use the true facts
as stones of design
to create a path
for others to find.
Don’t let the lies
to live and breathe.
Work with the truth
to help ones believe.
For when the facts
are truly enhanced
the words become
of a greater stance.
Reach for the truth
in the factual zone
and make it as if
it’s written in stone.

©By Bill Pearce
Oct 14,  2019

Hidden Values

We all have things
we want to find
life of love
or peace of mind.
We might even see
a fantasy dream
that looks just like
a running stream.
Times may show
a confusing sight
that of a fictitious
day or night.
We might get lost
in turmoil’s thought
hidden values
and wanting a lot.
Search through life
and find what’s true
of which a prayer
can give to you.
Find the moments
you need the most
The Father, Son
and Holy Ghost.
Look beyond want
and find better views
and lose the empty
hidden values.

©By Bill Pearce
Oct 14,  2019

Peace at Last

Just like a scene
from story books
a time will pass
for other looks.
Becoming as styles
of sentiments
with the opinions
so many sense.
Peace at last
is but a moment
gathered gained
from atonement.
Changing views
of time and again
to that of peace
a gentle wind.
Find the blessings
from the times
just like a scene
of great designs.
Search your heart
forgive the past
and you will find
some peace at last.

©By Bill Pearce
Oct 15,  2019

Echoes of Style

Remembrance of times
becomes as a quest
to once again see them
then at the best.
We often will discover
a time long ago
that thrives as a breath
a place which to go.
Echoes of a time frame
echoes of a place
a moment remembered
that lives as a taste.
Maybe that of autumn
or a seasonal stage
repeating in our mind
as an echo of age.
Remembering lifetimes
of yet another day
can become our dreams
from April to May.
It might even enlighten
a much later date
summer to autumn
a time we elate.
Search deep within you
and find that memoir
as an echo of lifetimes
from near to afar.
Then if you are able
you might find a smile
times you remember
as echoes of style.

©By Bill Pearce
Oct 15,  2019

Snowy Scenes of Life

Some see the snow
as troubles of time
while there are others
with a wintery mind.
Seeking out scenes
so wintertime white
searching for signs
of Christmas delight.
White snowy scenes
as echoes of a day
that may live within
of a childlike array.
Rolling up the snow
to build a snowman
snowy scenes of life
within a lifespan.
Seeming like dreams
places you remember
scenes come to life
a distant December.
Find you a heartbeat
a snow filled design
a time of December
within Christmastime.
Allow a snowflake
to thrive and breathe
a Christmas dream
that you believe.
Look for the sights
that bring you a smile
snowy scenes of life
with a magical style.

©By Bill Pearce
Oct 16,  2019

Summer Memories

Inside of my mind
some times stand well
as stories unwind
like a mind’s carousel.
Spinning in circles
those wonderful scenes
written as echoes
that look like dreams.
Summer memories
of the days and years
become as a heartbeat
each moment adheres.
The memories thrive
as a watered view
that can live on and on
deep inside of you.
Try and remember
the moments of spring
and sounds of summer
that the birds will sing.
Hold tight to blessings
the moments displayed
scenes of your dogs
like a puppy parade.
Keep dreams alive
as you then remember
the brightest of times
like a burning ember.
For if you hold tightly
to the times like seas
you’ll find the waves
of summer memories.

©By Bill Pearce
Oct 18,  2019

Scented Past

With just but a sight
a season comes alive
as a scene that you pass
on a wintertime drive.
Christmas in essence
of a snowy white day
as a times scented past
with a wintery way.
It unleashes moments
that a heartbeat sees
of scented blessings
that time did conceive.
We each remember
our own scented views
times of the past
each moment ensues.
Bringing about things
we remember so well
as a time and a place
or a certain smell.
Allow for your mind
to open the door
to get a clear glimpse
of a time long before.
A Christmas of bliss
or a winter so white
a time you remember
a time you delight.
Enjoy the good times
your shadows have cast
while you remember
the times scented past.

©By Bill Pearce
Oct 18,  2019

Hand in Hand

Love is a stroll
on a timeless beach
walking together
the ocean in reach.
Waves rolling in
as a vibrant scene
one with a style
of glistening sheen.
Love becomes life
of a certain phase
found hand in hand
within the waves.
Find that emotion
and hold it tight,
reflect the scene
in futures light.
Love can blossom
as waves that roar
and become life
of another shore.
Becoming countless
as minutes tick on
ones hand in hand
can see a new dawn.
A dawn of a day
that displays love
found as a blessing
a gift from above.
Faithful can grow
a firm place to stand
when you’re walking
hand in hand.

©By Bill Pearce
Oct 18,  2019

Halloween Road

There is a road
a street of time
that seems to be
Halloween design.
It’s creepy views
as the day begins
brings forth signs
of Halloween grins.
The leaves of fall
lay there silently
creating scenes
horrors to see.
Yet if you walk
with an open mind
you might see
some joy to find.
All of the colors
of autumns display
surely enhanced
in a magical way.
A day of splendor
a day of fear
on Halloween road
one day a year.
It brings to life
the fears believed
from deep within
each web we weaved.
The horror movies
each scary episode
have brought to life
this Halloween road.

©By Bill Pearce
Oct 19,  2019

Inside of Autumn

Deep within colors
there’s life risen true
giving us the scenes
so wonderful to view.
Each leaf of autumn
has its very own way
to show us its mindset
an awesome display.
The colors changing
as the season begins
deep inside of autumn
as each life transcends.
Becoming as a vision
for new days to come
deep within colors
the moments succumb.
Bringing into nature
a most glorious scene
deep inside of autumn
is a time so serene.
It’s as that of a sight
that comes then to go
to make way for winter
and seasons white snow.
Take a little venture
before it’s all gone
and see all the sights
as time carries on.
Look at the scenes
in each season’s sun
and look at the leaves
inside of autumn.

©By Bill Pearce
Oct 19,  2019

for Oct 19,  2019

Today is the day
to begin changing your views
if they’re only bad.

When trying too hard
you might overlook a thought
waiting patiently.

Finding a flower
in the midst of many weeds
can show there is hope.

Life in midst of death
provides ends and beginnings
as life carries on.

Provisions for life
are the many lessons learned
so pay attention.

Our many worries
can seem as endless at times
if we let them win.

Trivial moments
can be enhanced by our views,
so don’t drown your thoughts.

Fields of illusions
can be as the green of grass
that is only weeds.

Raindrops of nature
are found in the things we do,
for we can be clouds.

The lines on our face
tell a story about us
that many can’t read.

Searching for the truth
might lead you in a circle
as lies spin around.

Devastation breathes
if we continue our paths
believing in lies.

Losing arguments
is not always a bad thing,
it could be winning.

Confusion is strength,
for it makes us try harder
to understand life.

Living in the past
creates problems in our lives
if we don’t let go.

Pointing at others
can make people look at you
and judge all your wrongs.

Loss of a loved one
can create an empty space
that God’s love can fill.

Spectrums of sunshine
become our rainbows of life
helping things to grow.

Shouting about things
often only gets answers
of much more shouting.

Times of winding roads
can leave you seeking exits
due to confusion.

Walking in a maze
you might discover answers
within the footprints.

Fighting over truth
can leave you in a turnstile
that is just spinning.

©By Bill Pearce
Oct 19,  2019

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