Feel Blessed


Hello my friends

It’s been a bit warm up this way.  Yeppers,
too warm for this old decrepit man.  Nope,
I can’t handle anything near 80 F degrees or
above.  I used to be able to in my younger
years before my health began its decline 🙂
Anyways,  we’re surviving.  I had to order us
another air conditioner vent,  being the one
that is in use now has broken many times
and I’ve had to duct tape it.  LOL now it is
mostly duct tape hehehe.  I’m hoping that
the weather starts getting a little less warm
in the days ahead.  Yeppers,  this old dude
does not miss the summer days of Texas.
Nope,  but it seems for the passed week the
temperatures from Texas have been holding
us hostage up here LOL.  Thankfully the
weather seems to be cooling down a little.
I think I’ll wait till it cools down a little bit
more before I do anymore mowing,  if ya
know what I mean 🙂  Our 40 volt battery
operated lawnmower does a pretty good
job.  We’ve got 4 40 volt batteries to use,
so when one battery dies,  I put it on one
of the chargers and grab another battery.
I’ve got us fixed up pretty well.  Now when
that new AC vent gets here,  I will be able
to toss the old one.  We can’t use a regular
window air conditioner being that none of
our windows open up and down.  They all
open side to side.  So I had to resort into
buying us a portable AC that I can put the
vent in any window or opening.  So, what
else is going on in this place?  I find that
I’m talking to myself quite often as Judy
has her headset on watching Facebook
videos LOL.  It’s one of those times that
I would be thankful to be a schizophrenic
so I could carry on a conversation with
no need of another physical person LOL.
Oh well,  life goes on 🙂  Our shows are
soon to come on,  so I need to hurry and
finish writing.  I’ve got an hour and a half
to get r done LOL.  It’s 7:30 PM right now.
Both of the boys are lying in the floor and
staying cool.  It’s cooled down a little bit.
Right now it’s 77 F degrees outside and I
can handle that 🙂  God is still watching
over us and I’m sure we’ve got angels
helping us out when we’re in need.  Yes,
we feel blessed to have one another as
well as our families and friends.  Thank
You God for always sending strength for
troubles that life tosses our way.  AMEN.
Now I reckon it’s time for me to begin my
little search back through all that I have
written here for a decent word or phrase
that I can use for the title for today’s new
poem.  So with that said I’m off to that
little place of my recollection that I like
to call,  RECOLLECT VILLE.  I think
I may have found me a decent title just
about a quarter 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 today.   Here goes…

Feel Blessed

When life shows storms
of a weathered design
seek to discover
a good frame of mind.
Feel blessed with life
when troubles appear,
for God sends grace
to help you endear.
Seek for the answers
of a killing sight
and open up your mind
to God’s bright light.
So often what’s seen
is a wrongful view
as what seems troubles
may be blessings for you.
Let God to guide you
when you get distressed
then look for the joy
and you’ll feel blessed.

©By Bill Pearce
June 21,  2020

Well,  I hope that you liked the poem and
it spoke to you.  I also hope you enjoyed
my rambling.  It’s 8 PM now and I don’t
think I have anything else to tell you other
than what I tell you every week and that is,
I wrote some more poems and haiku.  Yep
10 more poems with 1 of them being sort
of Christmassy and 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 with that said,  I think
it’s time for me to start my search for that
hardly elusive off switch,  but not before
I wish all of the dads out there a most
pleasurable Happy Father’s Day and a
special Happy Father’s Day to my dad
that watches over me from Heaven.  I
also want to wish you all a truly blessing
filled week.  Remember,  Jesus loves you
and we do to.  Now,  where can that off
switch be trying to hide this week?????
Hmmm.  I wonder if that paper that I
have my friends telephone numbers
written on has come to life or is it???
LOL yeppers,  I see ya hiding under my
phone list of friends.  You just cannot
stay still huh.  Oh you say you were
reading the numbers.  Why might I ask?
LOL you can’t operate a phone hehehe.
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 🙂

Just a Glance

Times and places
we comprehend
become as a view
times transcend.
Sung like a song
as music entwines
with just a glance
of scenic designs.
Our many choices
our many roads
unlock doorways
a moment unfolds.
Becoming a field
of time on display
maybe of seconds
a magical way.
Formed as a view
a timeless sight
one of perception
seen oh so bright.
Textured as style
of rhythms desire
seen as a painting
so many aspire.
Unlock windows
and let in a view
living beginnings
many beginnings
vibrant and new.
Locate a rhythm
of song and dance
that may be only
as just a glance.

©By Bill Pearce
June 15,  2020

Dandelion Days

Seasons of grasses
form many things
dandelion days
as magical scenes.
They may display
as painted sights
dandelion days
a summer invites.
Thresholds of life
as a scenic design
dandelion days
live on in my mind.
Maybe as artwork
or times memory
dandelion days
are given for free.
Imagine the colors
yellow to white
dandelion days
in the sunlight.
Gleaming as gold
of moments allure
dandelion days
a life’s adventure.
In midst of time
summer’s arrays
lives that of life
as dandelion days.

©By Bill Pearce
June 16,  2020

While Remembering

Winters of a dream
become as a stage
a time we remember
from age unto age.
For as the summers
display their game
winters remembrance
is there to attain.
Remembering roads
of cold snowy white
seasonal doorways
that many delight.
Seeming as paintings
inside of our minds
while remembering
those special times.
With summers sights
comes times of old
wintertime wantings
wished to unfold.
You might even see
on a summertime day
a mirage of winter
in a sandy array.
As opening windows
to a wonderful scene
this is what happens
while remembering.

©By Bill Pearce
June 17,  2020

Grayish of Hues

Among the minutes
time might expose
the grayish of hues
of a time you chose.
A bridge’s perception
might come in view
displaying all of the
things that are true.
Becoming as a river
the waters that flow
the grayish of hues
your life did bestow.
Allow for the lessons
to trickle and shine
from that of grayish
to a better design.
Create a new person
from the yesterdays
and find a version
a much better phase.
For within ourselves
there’s another to see
maybe a better style
for you or for me.
For our perception’s
a pathway’s design
scented of doorways
new frames of mind.
The bridges we cross
might then infuse
a choice that seemed
as grayish of hues.

©By Bill Pearce
June 17,  2020

Alone in Flight

We may perceive
a real lonely path
as time moves on
future from past.
The minutes begin
and end with poise
as flights of time
a moment enjoys.
As clouds we pass
might hold within
a time and place
we remember when.
Finding memories
in clouds we view
might unlock
the sky of blue.
For as we continue
our daily flights
our minds at time
may soar to heights.
Reaching the sky
and clouds above
displaying views
of ones we love.
Clear your sights
with spiritual gain
just like the flight
of an aeroplane.
Cease and begin
a new day’s sight
one of peace when
alone in flight.

©By Bill Pearce
June 19,  2020

Sentimental Times

Life’s like an echo
as it often repeats
minutes of seconds
our memory meets.
Time that reflects
as a scenic drum
beating as rhythms
of an evening sun.
Wakes of moments
might be displayed
as that of a passing
times lemonade.
The past may find
a moment to view
as one of a turnstile
that lives in you.
Simplistic aromas
become as rhymes
that form memories
sentimental times.

©By Bill Pearce
June 19,  2020

Reality’s Dream

Deep in the shadows
of a moment’s maze
there may be hiding
a magical phase.
It might be a dream
or seem like one
a significant style
as second to none.
Found within reality
a dream may exist
as that of hopeful
in a moment’s mist.
Flavored as the dew
in morning’s style
reality brings to life
a dreamer’s smile.
One that’s as echoes
of a heart’s allure
from God above
oh so heavenly pure.
Within our lifetime
reality can change
and become styles
seeming so strange.
Don’t let the sadness
to be all that’s you,
find within sadness
a blessing to view.
It may be a shadow
of a passing scene
found in perspective
of reality’s dream.

©By Bill Pearce
June 19,  2020

Springtime Arose

Life is as minutes
counted and laid
seasons of grandeur
times lemonade.
Poured as changes
of a timeless road
springtime comes
a season’s bestowed.
Times appearance
changes from white
seasonal windows
moments delight.
The view may be
still looking so cold
as spring arrives
and stages unfold.
With just a breeze
of a seasonal phase
the window of life
gives a lot to gaze.
Sprinkled textures
as a winter’s cuisine
a moment arose
as signs of spring.
Life can be magic
or so it may seem
when it’s envisioned
within a dream.
Changes procured
a season bestows
with winter fading
as springtime arose.

©By Bill Pearce
June 20,  2020

Somewhere a Fantasy

Searching dreamworlds
of a fragrant scene
somewhere a fantasy
is an exquisite theme.
Formed from emotions
of sentimental views
found in perception
as choices to choose.
The moments may grow
into a wonderful sight
somewhere a fantasy
in daylight and night.
Life is like the waters
that ripple as words
formed as opinions
that a moment infers.
Time’s as a picture book
with life written down
somewhere a fantasy
waiting to be found.
Many seasonal choices
are seeds we desired
as times we wanted
and so truly admired.
Yet as the minutes pass
shadows will grow
somewhere a fantasy
as time frames bestow.
Formed as reflections
of dreamers history
life is as a portrait
somewhere a fantasy.

©By Bill Pearce
June 20,  2020

Christmas Perceptions

Driving down a road
of a wintertime hue
Christmastime awakens
with a magical view.
Moments snowflakes
fall to the ground
as wonderful blessings
seen all around.
With roads glistening
as a wintertime trail
Christmas perceptions
is passion set sail.
Becoming heartbeats
a memories tune
found within a picture
wishing so soon.
Right now might see
but only selections
of a moment’s memory
Christmas perceptions.

©By Bill Pearce
June 20,  2020

for June 20,  2020

Sights that come in view
might have some hidden meanings
that we do not see.

Storms of a moment
might turn out to be our blessings
that help us to grow.

Judging another
while not knowing what’s within
can end in sadness.

So many turnstiles
have crossroads hidden in them
that you cannot see.

Living without thought
can become a deadly path
filled full of regret.

Many find themselves
lost within a maze of time
when minutes deceive.

Changes that begin
often leave some memories
to be as a guide.

Now is a moment
that the future will become,
but as not the same.

So many in need
are that of only wantings
filled with confusion.

When opening doors
you might find many problems
coming in windows.

Synchronized lifestyles
become either good or bad
due to intentions.

Playing with fire
can inflame many fingers
and be hard to douse.

Forgetting the past
might guarantee a return
for some more lessons.

Distinguishing hearts
of a lifestyle’s connections
can be different.

Trees in a forest
might hide many directions
that rivers can run.

Hands seeking others
can often find emptiness
if friends are not true.

Mornings bring chances
for different perceptions
of now and again.

Never is a time
that many don’t understand,
for they can’t see it.

A glimpse into dreams
can provoke a few nightmares
that we thought were good.

When climbing mountains
you need some good mountain gear
or you might stumble.

Secrets kept from friends
can be just like dynamite
waiting to explode.

Cherishing heartbeats
creates passion for true love
that can’t be destroyed.

©By Bill Pearce
June 20,  2020

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