Cannot Understand


Hello my friends & Happy Memorial Day

It’s a beautiful day today with a high
of 68 F degrees.  It’s 68 F right now at
5:30 PM and it looks as though it will
drop to 42 F degrees by early Monday
morning.  Yeppers,  it looks as if dear
spring has finally kicked Mister Winter
out the door LOL,  but we’re quite sure
that after summer and fall,  Mr. Winter
will return and disperse tons of snow
as he has done every year that we have
lived up here LOL.  Yeppers keeping
Mr. Snow Blower handy and waiting
to do his duty,  as well as his smaller
counterparts.  Well,  I’m tuckered out
from mowing and weed eating and so
I figure I’ll finish it up tomorrow.  It
looks as though tomorrow will be a
high of 73 F,  My computer weather
program says it will be partly sunny
with intervals of clouds.  So it seems
that it’ll be a great day for yard work.
Judy went to town to do a little bit of
shopping at Walmart while I was busy
with the lawn work today.  LOL when
she got home I was sitting on a bench
in front of our house literally tuckered
out.  My body would not let me do any
more.  I was having the feeling that I
had earlier this year that landed me in
the hospital and so I just sat and rested
and drank my drink to get me feeling
better.  Fortunately I noticed the same
feeling that I had when I was busy snow
blowing earlier this year,  so I stopped.
I’m not young anymore and my body
has been through tons or stuff which
has weakened it,  so I’ve gotta slow up
a tad LOL.  I have my dad’s genes in
me and he also had trouble stopping
when he got started doing stuff hehehe.
Oh well,  I’ve began noticing  when I
need to stop and rest and doing that.
LOL I know I need to get the lawn
finished before Tuesday,  because the
high for Tuesday is supposed to be
84 F degrees and me being hot natured
I don’t do well with hot temperatures.
Yes anything in the 80’s and above is
hot to me.  Even the upper 70’s tends
to make it hard on me.  I guess I was
meant to live up here and not in Texas
where I was born and raised 🙂  Most
people cannot understand why I love
the snow.  Well I do have a time that
I am tired of  it and ready for it to go
and that’s near the 3rd or 4th month
 of it 🙂  When the snow starts melting
and becoming slush and then ever so
often refreezing becoming a deadly
ice that makes it hard to drive or to
even walk without cleats.  So,  yes I
do get tired of snow.  Just not as soon
as others LOL.  Judy and I are still
doing as we’ve done most every year,
but this time wearing masks when we
go to do any shopping or pay bills 🙂
Hopefully that will all be a thing of
the past soon and we can go back to
living without fear of that disease 🙂
God has kept His mighty hands over
us protecting us along with His many
angels that He has sent to watch over
us as they help and guide.   When I
was sat on the bench resting trying to
gather more strength to do a little
more mowing I asked the spirits from
heaven and friendly spirits around us
to give me some strength so I could
at least mow around Judy’s plants
that she has hung outside and then
in a whoosh I felt a mighty breeze
come upon me and I felt revived for
a moment enough to finish.  They
gave me all that they were able and
I thanked them.  Thank You God
for all that You’ve done for us and
all that You will most surely do.  We
are forever grateful.  Now,  I believe
it’s time for me to begin my search
back through all that I’ve written
here for a good word or phrase that
I can use for the title for today’s new
poem.  So,  it’s away I go to that lil
place of my recollection that I always
like to call RECOLLECT VILLE 🙂
I believe I may of found me a fairly
decent title just about halfway back
in my rambling and I see now after
checking that it has not been used.
So,  used it shall be.  Here goes…

Cannot Understand

Many times we find
some clueless paths
as assorted scenes
that leave us aghast.
We might be found
looking in a mirror
sought to understand
or to see life clearer.
Blessings may come
with driven disguises
leading us around
as impatience rises.
So many turnstiles
that we walk through
might be but only
to teach me and you.
Sometimes we may feel
we’re sinking in sand,
yet they are lessons
we cannot understand.

©By Bill Pearce
May 24,  2020

Well,  there ya go.  I hope you liked the
poem and maybe even my rambling 🙂
Hopefully the poem spoke to you and
you understood its meaning.  Anyways,
I’ve a special prayer request for a dear
friend of mine.  She had me praying for
her mom,  but now her mom’s passed
on.  Keep my dear friend Sara in your
prayers.  Her health is not good either.
So with that said,  I guess that’s all
I have for ya except of course what I
tell you almost every week and that is
I wrote some more poems and haiku.
Yeppers,  10 more poems and 2 of em
are sort of Christmassy 🙂  I also wrote
22 more haiku for the haiku lovers out
there.  I hope you can find 1 or 2 of
either or both that you like.  Now,  I
think it’s time for me to try and find
that ornery off switch,  but not before
I wish you a Happy Memorial Day 🙂
and a blessings filled week.  Remember,
Jesus loves you and we do too.  Now,
where can that off switch be trying to
hide this week?  Hmm,  searching in
it’s obvious hiding spots.  Nope,  not
there.  LOL,  OK,  I see ya.  Hiding
behind my new prescription of blood
pressure meds.  Yes,  that bottle does
rattle and yes it does when you start
moving about LOL.  Stay still and I
might not find ya so freaking easy 🙂
Gotcha,  see ya CLICK zzzzzzzzzzzz.

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 🙂

Memories Reflections

Life is as a doorway
that swings to and fro
sometimes as raindrops
and sometimes as snow.
Reflections connections
might become disarray
as we remember them
from day unto day.
The memories recorded
in minds time again
might show snowflakes
that blow in the wind.
Yet other memories
might then thereunto
show that of Christmas
in a wintertime view.
Memories reflections
might surely become
as a blissful scenario
of Heaven therefrom.
Find a new perspective
from sadness of time
and allow blessings
to fill up your mind.
Open your heart up
and let God enter you
as memories reflections
and forgiveness so true.

©By Bill Pearce
May 18,  2020

Times That Yield

A field of vision
brings a sight
ticking essence
wrong and right.
Life’s becoming
a stage to see
formed by time
within history.
Seen as windows
seen as doors
times that yield
all life explores.
Maybe of grass
as trees collide
the scenes we see
that live inside.
Like a heartbeat
a rhythm played
times that yield
are as a parade.
A sight we find
might unleash
a certain design
a time of peace.
It might be signs
of a life’s guitar
picking sounds
as near to afar.
Just as a tractor
plowing a field
life might show
times that yield.

©By Bill Pearce
May 18,  2020

Bridging Life

Forming a walkway
a bridge thereunto
life can become
an ice covered view.
Hazy perceptions
of a timeless array
when bridging life
from day unto day.
Scenes might freeze
in a river’s vice
and become times
that seem as ice.
Bridging a scene
that past exposed
might then unleash
a story enclosed.
Words as a window
winds of design
can bridge the life
of another fine time.
Many perceptions
might only see
the ice that forms
upon you and me.
Use your heartbeat
and find a view
one with blessings
of old and anew.
Don’t let emotions
to fill you with strife.
Look for the beauty
when bridging life.

©By Bill Pearce
May 18,  2020

Sky of Clouds

Living breathing
the sights we see
may be as times
a passing degree.
A sky with voice
as a windy day
giving a breeze
a magical way.
Becoming water
oceans designs
flowing desires
passing of times.
The sky awakens
with certain seed
life’s a journey
want and need.
In jittery vision
many look on
missing the view
of a scenic song.
Time has reasons
that create paths.
seeming illusion
shadows we cast.
Yet, up above us
the patterns flow
within blue skies
above us below.
Becoming sights
shifting shrouds
life comes alive
a sky of clouds.

©By Bill Pearce
May 19,  2020

Distant Friends

Rolling minutes
memories flow
dispersing times
our minds bestow.
Becoming scenes
remembered well
stories envisioned
as times to tell.
Maybe as riddles
maybe as rhymes
our distant views
are a life of times.
We may never see
the faces of few
the distant friends
so dear and true.
Yet as a heartbeat
time can become
lifestyles together
up under the sun.
Forming in time
as seconds pass by
friendships inlay
a wondrous ally.
So many minds
connecting views
as seasons of skies
which times infuse.
Becoming as one
from so far away
a distant friend
can ease the gray.
For miles become
a boat with oars
as a lonely bird
on distant shores.
Love’s uniqueness
surely extends
to become life
of distant friends.

©By Bill Pearce
May 19,  2020

As Night Awakens

Dreams of scenes
become a tone
as essences seen
found all alone.
Many will beckon
the still of night
as some look on
within moonlight.
Time is a window
with many a hue
as a sky of night
essence of blue.
Peace finds a way
to be as the light
as night awakens
a moon so bright.

©By Bill Pearce
May 21,  2020

Many Miles Away

Walks on a beach
strolls in the sand
time is an ocean
moments in hand.
Memories heighten
as life continues on
displaying shadows
of a distant dawn.
Seeming timeless
a morning displays
artwork of heaven
within distant days.
We hold as dreams
perception of then
that seem as gold
of times back when.
We read the ages
as pages of a book
moments perceived
a memorized look.
Leaving as memoirs
a journey in time
many miles away
a wondrous design.
The special views
of a distant breeze
are our echoes
now as memories.
As hearts entwined
in wondrous array
we still remember
many miles away.

©By Bill Pearce
May 21,  2020

River Wide

Colors we imagine
on an autumn day
reflect in the waters
many words to say.
Speaking of times
within a river wide
an essence desired
goes on for a ride.
There may be signs
of aromas to smell
stories heartbeats
with times to tell.
Our sight is eluding
as senses take hold
unleashing waters
as times we’ve told.
The river may seem
as a lake in places
formed as a holder
a second embraces.
Filled full of love
of moments in time
the passion unveils
an awesome design.
Beginnings endings
connect as a sight
forming mysteries
daylight and night.
As a page we read
that times confide
there are reflections
within river wide.

©By Bill Pearce
May 22,  2020

Tiny Bridge

Bridge of thoughts
might hold true
the scenes we see
of me and you.
Times may unfold
as a water puddle
as an scenic sight
that minds befuddle.
Displaying ripples
of a timeless test
formed as designs
our minds ingest.
The passing sights
of a bridge of time
might be seasonal
a reflection’s design.
Ones might become
as a earthly ridge
placed in a time
of a tiny bridge.

©By Bill Pearce
May 22,  2020

Winter’s Expression

Snowflakes artwork
creates many things
sights of Christmas
and magical scenes.
Winter comes alive
as an ageless smile
created with snow
as flakes compile.
Joined by emotion
of time day to day
winter becomes as
a wondrous array.
Cherished by many
as Christmas hues
scented of candles
that create views.
A fireplace crackling
its own impression
within the style of
winter’s expression.

©By Bill Pearce
May 23,  2020

for May 23,  2020

Now might elude us
as focus walks out the door
leaving us sightless.

Memories reflect,
but so often it’s reversed
as we see the past.

The door to our heart
might often seem to need oil
as it squeaks loudly.

Tomorrow holds fact
as it changes perception
on what that is true.

Trials of our lives
can seem to be ongoing,
but lessons are learned.

Leaning towards lies
most often exposes truth
as lies are revealed.

Cherishing money
can create an empty heart
as moments are spent.

In search of Heaven
you might discover problems
that seem just like Hell.

Anchoring in place
becoming immovable
you might miss living.

What you think’s better
might not be but just a lie
that’s only weeds.

Losing direction
can often become a gift
as you find yourself.

Life of a turnstile
is that of a decision
to enter or leave.

Patience grows in time
as life shows us its journeys
that we each must wait.

Spring may seem to shine,
but within its deception
many storms will brew.

Shouting at the sky
when you’re angry at the clouds
will give no resolve.

Need is confusion
as want becomes the fuel
for things not needed.

Beyond our shadows
there are times that we dream of
and those of nightmares.

Timing’s everything
when it comes to a few things
that choices involve.

So many challenges
are as strengtheners in life
that may seem senseless.

Various moments
might seem to hold ideas,
but be empty thoughts.

Sharing perspectives
and learning from others views
promotes new insights.

A valley of time
can enlighten many dreams
as waters flow through.

©By Bill Pearce
May 23,  2020

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