ANIMAL’S GREETINGS
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
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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
Haiku
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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