Each Passing Day


Hello my friends

Well to start off with,  we are pretty much
stuck at home unless we need groceries or
something from town.  So far we’ve only
got 1 case of the virus in our county,  but
it could change.  Hoping it doesn’t though.
I went to town yesterday and had the oil
changed in our car.  Then on my way home
I pull off time and again to take pictures
of the scenery.  Judy stayed home, so it was
just me and in those cases I pull over and
park to take pictures.  If she’s driving I’ll
just snap away as we go down the road 🙂
Toilet paper and hand sanitizer seems to
be the number one things that stores are
out of.  We lucked into a 12 pack of toilet
paper when we went shopping early Friday
morning.  We had to go to 3 stores to find
it.  Still,  we have found no hand sanitizer.
Oh well,  we’ll survive 🙂  So,  off of that
subject.  It’s looking more and more like
springtime up here as the snow melts more
and more with each passing day.  This is
actually the part of that I hate.  The slush
filled days where you can’t walk outside
without getting muddy.  LOL,  the boys
are so silly.  When they go out to go potty
they’ll go off of the dry ground and head
to the snow to do it.  Then walk around
playing follow the leader on the snow that
has not melted yet which we have plenty.
Yeppers,  we’re out in the boonies.  I hope
all this virus stuff is over with soon so that
we can get on with our lives.  Judy and I
bought us a ham for Easter.  It’ll just be
her and I and of course the boys.  LOL we
might give Benny and Rocky a little ham.
They are good boys.  Believe it or not,  it’s
50 F degrees right now at 5:30 PM.   It’s
supposed to begin raining in an hour or so.
Yep,  we go from snowing to raining with
but very few intermissions Hahahahaha.
LOL my weather program shows chance of
rain and snow Thursday with 5 to 8 inches
of snow Thursday night.  As I said, very few
intermissions 🙂  The low for Thursday is
29 degrees and high for Friday 39.  It seems
springtime cannot make up its mind hehehe.
I reckon it’ll get here when it gets here LOL.
There’s not much going on around here at
the Pearce’s Place.  We’re just doing all that
we’re able to do which isn’t much different
than what we’ve been doing LOL.  We’re
not that exciting.  We watch a lot of TV and
I do a lot of writing,  which I’m sure is of no
surprise to you Hahaha.  We’re doing OK.
I’m sure God is still watching over us along
with the many angels and friendly spirits that
are with us every day and night.  Thank You
God for all that You do for us and all that
You will do.  Amen.  So,  now I believe it’s
time for me to be reading back over 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.  and so it’s
away I go to that place of my recollection
I always like to call RECOLLECT VILLE.
I think I may have found a decent title just
about halfway through my rambling and
now after checking I see that it’s not been
used yet,  so used it shall be.  Here goes…

Each Passing Day

While in a windstorm
life might become
as a season’s echoes
or a mere reflection.
Each day is hopeful
as prayerful unites
giving us the chances
to seek for the rights.
Losing the doubtful
and finding hope
in each passing day
of each slippery slope.
For when the troubles
knock on your door
change of perception
strengthens your core.
Use what you learned
in years that passed
in each passing day
and shadow you cast.
Learn to find breath
in a prayerful array
to give you strength
in each passing day.

©By Bill Pearce
Apr 5,  2020

I hope you liked the poem and you enjoyed
my rambling.  I’m in hopes that something
I said gave you some peace.  We are surely
in need of prayer and peace as these passing
days become more testing.  I cannot think of
anything else to tell you other than what all
I tell you every week and that is,  I wrote a
few more poems and haiku.   Yep,  I wrote
10 more poems and 4 of them are a little bit
Christmassy.   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 believe it’s time for me to
begin my search for that hardly elusive off
switch,  but not before I wish you a safe and
virus free week.  Remember,  Jesus loves you
and we do too.  So,  now,  the search is on.
Where can that ornery off switch be hiding
this time?  Looking around the room for
obvious places?  Hmm,  my bifocals case is
sort of rocking back and forth for no reason.
The case they’re in seems to be doing a little
dance LOL.  Ok so you tried to hide in my
glasses case.  Of course you still cannot stay
still for even a moment can ya.  Try harder.
Gotcha,  see ya CLICK zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

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 🙂

Hidden Tracks

Paths we travel
might display
that of moments
a different way.
Hidden beneath
a brush of style
might have life
a different while.
Inlaying within
a journey’s time
in hidden tracks
of another time.
Becoming scenes
a window view
wheels that roll
within thereunto.
As hidden trails
begin their quest
the tracks of time
display their zest.
Just like a scene
of a magical ride
as hidden tracks
are lived inside.
With memories
wonderful scenes
points in time
as living dreams.
Paths may hide,
but become facts
as trains of time
on hidden tracks.

©By Bill Pearce
Mar 31,  2020

Winters of Tomorrow

The passing of times
displays many things
with winter’s doorway
showing white scenes.
Opening up passages
to show now and then
windows of snowflakes
times way back when.
Tomorrows envision
reflections of sights
winters of the passing
daylights and nights.
Time is the counter
as it unleashes styles
seasons of grandeur
with winters of smiles.
Tomorrows journeys
can become a phase
remembered moments
we took time to gaze.
Winters of tomorrow
might not be the same
as that of yesterdays
we sought to attain.
Don’t let the sadness
of lost days memoirs
to become but only
some burnt out stars.
Seek for the blessings
beyond all the sorrow
and find a smile in
winters of tomorrow.

©By Bill Pearce
Apr 1,  2020

Distant Sight

Driving along
looking around
time then becomes
as a silent sound.
Minutes discovered
that of a dream
distance becomes a
wonderful scene.
Flowing winters
of passion’s detail
those distant sights
give out an exhale.
Bringing to life
a Christmassy view
found as a window
that we through.
Ones might see
a magical display
becoming a blessing
removing the gray.
A time so divine
as snow on a hill
with a small house
and life to fulfill.
A distant scene
might be as a gift
from God up above
to help you uplift.
A Christmas present
as snowflakes unite
to cheer your heart
with a distant sight.

©By Bill Pearce
Apr 1,  2020

Seeming as Scents

Hints of a footstep
come with time
seeming as dreams
becoming a rhyme.
Scented aromas
a moment displays
may seem a dream
of drifting arrays.
Seconds peacefully
can become lost
as that of footsteps
times far across.
You might perceive
a hole in the road
that of a season
moments bestowed.
Seeming as echoes
with wintery hue
seeming as scents
might be the view.
So many journeys
may become past
maybe of winter
as memories last.
Search for seconds
that minutes unite
to display scenes
Christmassy white.
Find perspectives
with common sense
flavors of lifetimes
seeming as scents.

©By Bill Pearce
Apr 1,  2020

Colors Begin

Autumn brings sights
with such an intense
that they show beauty
of a mindful incense.
Enlightened aromas
of the colorful hues
time creates memories
with magical views.
The colors of autumn
begin with a glance
found as a journey
within colors romance.
Minutes are counted
as the seconds fly by
forming scenic beauty
joining with the sky.
Seeming as a memory
the colors transcend
repeating the formats
 we think of as a friend.
Those detailed scenes
that begin with a phase
displaying memories
just like yesterdays.
There might be times
that our minds recall
when the colors begin
from summer to fall.
Slowly they change
along with the wind
while unfolding scenes
as the colors begin.

©By Bill Pearce
Apr 2,  2020

Perplexing Visions

Sunshine shining
upon the trees
enlightens sights
of autumn leaves.
Time’s a keeper
of every sight
perplexing visions
within the light.
Seeming Heavens
stage of time
that’s displaying
things to find.
Sunbeams gather
shining true
the colors of life
for me and you.
A page of seasons
turned to read
perplexing visions
sunlight’s seed.
Described as life
a sunny day
moments glisten
words they say.
Heavens blessings
given complete
timeless emotions
colors to meet.
Time can be seen
as life’s decisions
autumn’s colors
perplexing visions.

©By Bill Pearce
Apr 2,  2020

Windows Wonders

Living as a ripple
living in a rhyme
as minutes become
a point and time.
A window opens
to disperse a view
maybe of moments
in water so blue.
Centered seasons
of colorful days
a window opens
in magical ways.
Becoming dreams
of timeless ages
windows wonders
of so many stages.
Time is of echoes
within memories
colors of autumn
as colorful leaves.
Windows opened
to display a sight
wonders of time
found in daylight.
Time comes alive
as pages will turn
becoming a book
a time to discern.
Seeming as sights
moments to instill
windows wonders
the times reveal.
Maybe a doorway
or maybe a design
opening windows
of time after time.
Places you recall
timeless wanders
become as a view
windows wonders.

©By Bill Pearce
Apr 3,  2020

Winter’s Disclosure

Snowflakes falling
become the view
disclosed passion
that times ensue.
Displayed scenes
as black and white
winter’s disclosure
a wondrous sight.
Walking roadways
times would flow
white flakes falling
as seasons snow.
Pouring lifetimes
as timeless scenes
winter’s disclosure
snowflake dreams.
Search for smiles
in wonderful ways
that paint pictures
of timeless days.
Becoming so alive
with joyful tears
winter’s disclosure
our heart endears.
Within a moment
life might become
a heart that beats
just like a drum
Times might seem
like Christmas gold
winter’s disclosure
a story that’s told.

©By Bill Pearce
Apr 3,  2020

Ages of a Candle

Perceived as Christmas
a candle might glow
in the windows of life
with wintertime’s snow.
You might not see it
as its wick flutters light
found within a window
a Christmastime sight.
It might hold a flame
as a burning desire
as the ages of a candle
and story of a fire.
The candle might begin
as just a little time,
but then speak louder
as it shows its design.
The ages of a candle
can be hidden in style
formed as a perception
of times that compile.
Your sight might miss
the flame that it burns
and only see shadows
of all that it discerns.
Look now in windows
and find within a flame
the peace of a moment
that a candle can attain.
It can begin a journey
as the turn of a handle
entering into the light
of ages of a candle.

©By Bill Pearce
Apr 3,  2020

Lessons of Clouds

Heaven brings signs
windows and doors
moments as beacons
 on life’s dusty shores.
Lessons of lifetimes
to shine in the light
clouds of perception
that time may invite.
Legions of windows
might create views
allowing the storms
of scenes to confuse.
Yet clouds can form
a most perfect array
as a thriving moment
a wondrous display.
Seeming a reflection
of a sky’s serenade
the scene is peaceful
as time’s lemonade.
It may begin to flow
as an artist perceives
or maybe as a spider
a web that it weaves.
Beginning with wind
of seasonal shrouds
life can give us peace
in lessons of clouds.

©By Bill Pearce
Apr 4,  2020

for Apr 4,  2020

Tomorrow’s sunrise
might have many perceptions
from just a moment.

Seasonal doorways
may look like times reflections,
but be of themselves.

The storms of our lives
often begin with rainbows
that we misconceived.

Fields of illusion
can become hope of moments
that are only weeds.

Living in a lie
creates storms from within you
that truth can expel.

Inviting trouble
with an egotistic mind
can create horror.

Living on the edge
might find you one day falling
into a chasm.

Leaping left to right
and not deciding a path
can find emptiness.

The stars in the sky
become as many teachers
as they show a path.

Within a doorway
resides many decisions
encompassed by two.

Time is a moment
that many count too often
and do not relax.

Showering teardrops
only disperses sadness
unless they’re happy.

Pouring emotions
into an empty porthole
finds only sadness.

Mountains of turmoil
can become as hills of peace
with a little prayer.

Moments challenges
create strength from within us
if we do our best.

Shaking the dust off
and moving ahead in life
illuminates strength.

Beyond what we see
might be many things hidden
that are important.

Various doorways
have the answers within them
and some are clueless.

Life of a tempter
can become as a problem
reflecting itself.

Flowers not cared for
might get lost in many weeds
and end up dying.

Flavors of our life
are poured into a river
of ones perception.

Yesterday’s bridges
might become weakened by life
as time takes its toll.

©By Bill Pearce
Apr 4,  2020

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