Time To Play


Hello my friends

It’s late in the day.  I got a late start on
writing being we had a power outage this
morning which lasted 5 hours and then I
had a few computer problems that came
with the power outages which delayed my
writing more so.  Plus I figured it was late,
so why not wait till after we ate dinner and
watched God Friended Me on TV.  It came
on at 8 PM and so now it is 9:30 and time
to get with the rambling LOL.  Its been a
weird winter.  We got near a foot of snow
the other day and I used our snow blower
and cleared our driveway.  It sure makes
it easier than with the smaller snow blower.
Thank you mom for helping us to get it.
We would of had to wait till maybe next
winter to get it otherwise putting a little
money aside each month along with our
heating oil tab.  So,  we’re doing OK 🙂
This week we are expecting temps in the
upper 30’s and 40’s.  Talk about bizarre.
We’ve normally got subzero temps that
carry us into March.  Of course,  it’s not
the first time the temps have been weird.
I can see it all in the many pictures that
I’ve taken each and every year.  For the
most part though,  we’ve had snow on
the ground every Christmas and that’s
been great.  I always dreamed of seeing
snow on the ground Christmas morning
as I’ve seen in many Christmas movies.
My dreams have come true.  It’s funny,
most Mainers hate the snow,  and I’m
always wanting to be out in it and taking
pictures LOL.  I reckon it could be the
fact that I grew up with very little snow
and now seeing it,  I feel at times like
a child.  I just love to watch it snow 🙂
Of course I wasn’t too crazy about it
on the times I had to get up at 4:30 AM
in often 50 below zero temperatures to
dig the car out and clean off the snow so
that Judy could go to work,  but even
then,  I found time to play as I worked.
That was also before we had gotten us
a snow blower,  so I did it all with just
a snow shovel and my achy breaky back.
Living up here has been adventurous 🙂
My poetry has taken on a life of its own.
Ideas have come flooding in for things
to write about and to also use my many
pictures that we have taken for stories
to live as poetry.  God has been good
to us.  I am doing well since my little
hospital venture a few weeks ago and
Judy is doing well.  We’re hoping that
this year finds a way to breathe a little
peace into each situation that has come
to be in the world.  Judy and I are very
thankful that we have each other and
that God is always watching over us
as well as many angels that walk with
us in our daily lives.  Thank You God
for always being there for us and doing
what You do.  AMEN.  Now I believe
it’s time for me to begin my quest back
through 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.  So,  it’s away I go to that
place of my recollection that I always
like to call RECOLLECT VILLE.  I do
think  may have found a fairly decent
title about a 4th of the way back in my
rambling and now after checking I see
that it has not been used as of yet,  so
used it shall be.  Here goes…

Time To Play

Life gives us times
to do and be done
day after day
each shining sun.
There may be times
that come and go
seen within rain
or white fallen snow.
Time to unleash
or time to hold tight
a scene that you see
as fight or flight.
So often patterns
form in the mind
such as the shadows
of time after time.
God given scenes
become as a glance
some to remember
as a song and dance.
Then  for a moment
life gives us times
to form new views
in changing designs.
Bringing a glimpse
of a working array
or that of restful
with time to play.

©By Bill Pearce
Mar 1,  2020

There ya go.  I hope you liked the poem
and it gave you some peace.  I also hope
you enjoyed my rambling.  I didn’t have
anything definitive to talk about LOL so
I just made do.  Judy’s busy doing a little
painting tonight.  She’s painting a bird 🙂
I just know the painting is gonna come
out great.  I love her work.  🙂  I love her.
So,  that’s about all I have for you aside
from what I tell you (almost) every week
and that is,  I wrote some more poems
and haiku.  Yeppers,  10 more poems and
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,  now I
believe it’s time for me to begin my search
for that hardly elusive off switch,  but not
before I wish you a most joyful and truly
blessings filled week.  Remember,  Jesus
loves you and we do too.  Okie dokie now,
where can that ornery off switch be hiding
this time?  Hmm,  do my eyes deceive me
or am I seeing my K2 meter rocking back
and forth LOL.  Now that’s new.  You’re
not hiding behind it.  You’re hiding under
it hahaha.  Try not hiding under things
that are FLAT for a change hehehehehe.
Gotcha,  see ya CLICK zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

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 🙂

Fantasies Become

Found as a rowboat
a time plants a seed
that of a dreamworld
with lesser of need.
Maybe as emotions
trickle on through
leaving a foundation
with waters of blue.
Now may be dreams
of an ocean’s desire
drifting within time
as life to acquire.
Forming as a stream
that begins and ends
our fantasies become
what times transcend.
Looking from ledges
or shores of a day
you might perceive
a dreamer’s array.
Seeming to be tasted
as waters of style
fantasies become as
hope for a smile.
Bringing alive things
we imagine so true
as seasons of scenes
within me and you.
Created anticipated
as a seasonal sun
this what happens
as fantasies become.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 24,  2020

Pages of Time

Driving arriving
sights to see
the books of life
show history.
That of turnstiles
journeys mind
found as pages
time to time.
So many choices
so many views
become voices
to win or lose.
Living as a face
filled with desire
can become life
a blown out tire.
Search for pages
ages complete
maybe a time
to surely accrete.
Find the blessings
within your life
and don’t relive
the passing strife.
Driving arriving
a season’s goal
might have rain
or maybe snow.
There might be
a winter design
in books of life
pages of time.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 24,  2020

Sea of Tranquillity

Sailing through styles
of a sea of blue
begins with passion
for times brand new.
Searching and sailing
in an ocean of time
a sea of tranquillity
can form in the mind.
Beginning and ending
connects each scene
some thought illusion
some thought a dream.
Time is many ripples
that make up our view
in a sea of tranquillity
from old to anew.
Dispersing as lifetimes
of a ventured detail
floating on the waters
as a ship with a sail.
Conjoining seconds
as a book to read
planting a moment
as a flourishing seed.
Look within the views
that life does expose
and find you a sea
maybe that of a rose.
Losing all perception
of times history
find you a new view,
a sea of tranquillity.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 25,  2020

Meadows Become

Found as a vision
in a field style
meadows become
a time to compile
Scenes are as ages
times to accrete
creating turnstiles
moments to meet.
Becoming echoes
of a timeless way
meadows become
a wondrous array.
Scented of grasses
masses to instill
life’s as doorways
a time to fulfill.
Signs of the times
are that of words
often envisioned
as a flock of birds.
Time comes alive
as a beating heart
seen by so many
as a work of art.
Let moments live
to then remember
a time so divine
a burning ember.
A field of emotion
in evenings sun
can be the things
meadows become.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 25,  2020

Peaceful Thoughts

Time finds a way
to display the ages
scenes so serene
as seasonal stages.
Some seem as art
that comes in view
and others become
a dream come true.
Peace as a garden
may seem to grow
a season of style
of wintertime snow.
Life is as echoes
that become alive
often seen dancing
times that arrive.
Sometimes is seen
as a page of a book
one then to read
or to have a look.
Yet many readers
don’t see the words
and only envision
a life of absurds.
You may uncover
a weathered design
a place you recall
the passing of time.
It might be a shack
a time thought lost
filled with moments
peaceful thoughts.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 26,  2020

Blissful Passings

With but a moment
blessings will come
often as shadows
God’s beating drum.
Life has its doorways
to then and to there
as blissful passings
answers to prayer.
With minutes united
a time can begin
finding the hours
as seconds to then.
Woodwork of pages
written and said
as lines on a face
as a ticking thread.
Blowing in the wind
as a snowflake scene
life is so often
a moment’s routine.
Beginnings to end
as a timeless voyage
now might become
a time to recharge.
So many life tracks
display how we flow
maybe as a river
or blowing as snow.
Creating journeys
as joyful amassings
seasons from Heaven
as blissful passings.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 26,  2020

Valley Of Time

Life’s a blessing
seen with a heart
as time creates it
a work of art.
Sometimes valleys
open their arms
to display pages
of ages of charms.
Seeking for doors
to open a view
often can display
a sight brand new.
It may be a place
well seen from afar
that time recorded,
a sequential star.
Becoming echoes
God given rhyme
visions as Heaven
a valley of time.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 27,  2020

Waters Interlude

Rippling seconds
counted as days
create ventures
moments displays.
Seeming illusions
living in the mind
waters as ripples
what many find.
Sometimes scenes
become reflections
time after time
with connections.
Boats might dock
ripples to breathe
waiting on ones
to surely believe.
Believing in times
with good attitude
creating a path as
waters interlude.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 27,  2020

Heavenly Peace

Now may uncover
time that transpires
a snow laden scene
with many desires.
Time may stand still
or seem as to be
as Heaven displays
a sweet sight to see.
Seeming a dream
that seconds enlace
filled full of love
as a life’s embrace.
Heaven sent sights
times to discover
found within stages
to maybe uncover.
Becoming a sight
as a life’s rainbow
maybe snowflakes
that hearts bestow.
As time after time
and faith to behold
God sends angels
when life’s too cold.
A moment to find
a true breath of air
such as a moment
an answer to prayer.
Time can uncover
a moment’s release
found as a blessing
of heavenly peace.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 28,  2020

Magical Essence

Snow driven times
become much more
a season of grandeur
knocks on the door.
Magical scenery
comes with a twist
as ages remembered
a wintertime list.
Maybe in a photo
of a place and a time
there might inlay
a moment so divine.
It might be scenes
of a cold snowy place
essence of wonder
you surely embrace.
Formed as a blessing
with sights of peace
magical moments
that give you release.
Dispersing heartache
as minutes entwine
giving a perspective
a much better time.
A wintertime window
that opened for free
giving you a sight
much better to see.
That of an ocean
of snowy candescence
found as a blessing
a magical essence.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 29,  2020

for Feb 29,  2020

Living for a time
needs time to be important
and not just a phase.

Patience is key
to a truly peaceful life,
for without is Hell.

Beyond each doorway
holds a path to discover
or to walk on passed.

Changing perspective
can give you enlightenment
as you see the facts.

Wind of a moment
can blow precariously
or become a breeze.

Life of existence
forms with or without heartbeats,
but it forms designs.

Shattered decisions
often come from illusions
that we thought were true.

With just a snowflake
a field can become hopeful
of a snow blanket.

So many flowers
only bloom for a moment
to share with a life.

Yesterdays gathered
can leave us many regrets
for what that has passed.

Challenge is a tool,
for without we would be weak,
so challenge yourself.

Pages of today
might get lost in tomorrow,
so pay attention.

Souls of our loved ones
are often as our angels
watching over us.

Tempting a tempter
can make you as the tempted
as it splashes back.

Seasons of journals
are written within our minds
that need written down.

Sharing our blessings
with ones that haven’t got much,
can shine of Heaven.

Yesterdays lifestyles
can become our reflections
if we’re not careful.

Searching for a storm
when anger has filled your heart,
might find emptiness.

Snow of wintertime
becomes as artwork of time
as each snowflake lands.

Believing in people
gives us hope for change of life
as many find truth.

Finding a shadow
that does not belong to you
might expose spirits.

Counting the minutes
can create much impatience
as seconds tick on.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 29,  2020

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