Smiling Faces


Hello my friends

I hope yall are doing well.  Judy and I are
still among the living.  We’re enjoying the
not so hot weather today.  It’s 76 degrees
right now at 6 PM.  It’s supposed to be a
high of 82 today,  but it might not make it
that high 🙂  which I am not sad over in no
way LOL.  Our landlord mowed our lawn
and I’m glad for that,  because my feet and
ankles are still swollen from the last time I
mowed.  We’re expecting rain tomorrow and
that will be good.  We’ve just been hanging
around the house lately.  Judy’s gotten back
to painting and she’s already painted a few
pictures that I might use for my poetry 🙂
My daughter took a trip to Oregon last
week and she took a ton of pictures 🙂 and
she sent me quite a few to choose from to
use for poetry pictures.  She got some great
pictures.  Beautiful country.   Pictures will
be all I see of Oregon,  but good enough
for me.  Yes,  I’m still writing those darn
poetry pictures LOL.  I might publish 2
more books in the next few weeks.  Yep,
it seems I cannot stop writing those darn
poetry pictures hehehe.  Yet though they
do keep me busy and kill the boredom 🙂
They also keep my mind thinking which
is a good thing.  So I reckon I’ll keep on
keeping on until I can continue no longer.
LOL hard to believe I have done a few
thousand poetry pictures since I began
writing and creating them in 2016.  I did
a couple earlier than that,  but I was just
messing around.  2016 is when I started
getting actually focused on them,  but
I had no plans of writing this many LOL.
Since Judy has bought new shelves and
done some reorganizing in here,  she’s
gotten back into painting although I’ve
already told ya that hehehe.  The boys
are in here with us and lying in front of
the fan.  Life’s good.  We have our share
of problems and health issues,  but for
the most part we are happy.  We have
each other and these boys of ours with
there smiling faces fill the house with
joy accept when they start bugging us
for treats or waking us up when we’re
not ready to get up LOL.  In any case
we love them.  God has surely blessed
us and our home.  We know that many
angels are watching over us and we are
so grateful.  Thank You God for all that
You do for us and all that You will most
surely do.  Thank You also for allowing
us to experience what we need to help
us grow.  AMEN.  Now I believe it’s time
for me to be reading back on all that I
have 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 lil place of my
recollection that I always like to call
have found a decent title just a few lines
back and now after checking I see that
it has not been used as of yet,  so used
it shall be.  Here goes…

Smiling Faces

Clockwork rhythms
creates time
a place a face
a memoir’s rhyme.
Written heartbeats
scented peace
smiling faces
a moment’s release.
We’ve got glimmers
shining scenes
that can become
our evening dreams.
Smiling moments
can begin
as a memory
of peaceful wind.
Sometimes churning
winds of desire
burns too brightly
wantings fire.
Let God help you
find that glow,
one of peaceful
not just show.
Seasons counted
become traces
as our blessings
smiling faces.

©By Bill Pearce
July 12,  2020

Well,  there ya go 🙂  I hope that my poem
brought you some peace and my rambling
didn’t bug ya out too much LOL.  Judy’s
headed to the kitchen to find something to
make us for dinner.  So I reckon I’ve told
you all that there is to tell other than what
I tell you every week and that is,  I wrote
some more poems and haiku.   Yeppers,
10 more poems,  but this week there are
a couple of Christmas poems in the mix 🙂
I also wrote 22 more haiku for all of the
haiku lovers out there.  So with that said
I guess I need to start my search for that
hardly elusive off switch,  but not before
I wish you all a truly blessings filled week.
Remember,  Jesus loves you and we do
too.  Now,  where can that cantankerous
off switch be trying to hide this week????
Hmm,  I think I see movement behind my
pills and now I even hear them rattling 🙂
Hey,  you’re gonna have to learn to be
still if you don’t want to be found so easily.
Gotcha,  see ya CLICK zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.
God bless from Bill,  Judy,  Benny,  Rocky
and the spirit of Milo Pearce

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Pearce’s Poetry Pictures 2
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Pearce’s Poetry Pictures 7
Pearce’s Poetry Pictures 8
Pearce’s Poetry Pictures 9
Pearce’s Poetry Pictures 10
Pearce’s Poetry Pictures 11
Pearce’s Poetry Pictures 12
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Now it’s on with the poems and haiku
10 and 22 hehehehehehehehehehe 🙂

Sights Unite

As life begins
it shows its face
a time of love of
Heaven’s grace.
Creating time
to then become
sights united
unto the sun.
Colorful hues
display a theme
as a porthole
created dream.
Life shines on
as sky of clouds
formed to be
scenic shrouds.
Passing times
a season’s light
displays Heaven
as sights unite.

©By Bill Pearce
July 6,  2020

To Christmasville

We might discover
a road through time
a scenic journey
such a magical find.
It might show sights
of glistening snow
to Christmasville
a town all aglow.
Coming over a hill
you might see dreams
this scenic town
of wonderful things.
Just like a storybook
of a timeless tale
a wintertime sight
of a Christmas bell.
Heard as blessings
such a Heavenly tune
ringing of peace
as heartbeats attune.
Connecting rhythms
of fragrant arrays
to that of magical
Christmas holidays.
Enjoy the journeys
that come into view
as light of day
displays times anew.
Look for the scenes
on a journeys hill
as you travel on
to Christmasville.

©By Bill Pearce
July 6,  2020

Times of Life

Things we’ve seen
and heard so well
might be emotions
of a timeless tale.
Maybe even times
we’ve often found
passing as shadows
on solid ground.
We may even find
a point and time
illuminating dreams
within our mind.
Those times of life
that become alive
rolling as an ocean
to surely survive.
Life might display
some colorful hues
within times of life
choices to choose.

©By Bill Pearce
July 7,  2020

Anticipating Christmas

Waiting and watching
seeking for a sight
of Santa and reindeer
real early in flight.
Thinking that old Santa
may of flew to the sky
to get an early start
with a gleam is his eye.
Seeking to get it done
earlier than before
the chimney climbing
going door to door.
Our two dogs waited
while searching around
to see Santa Claus
with his jingling sound.
Looking high and low
with puppy dog eyes
seeking for old Santa
up high in the skies.
Yet they both waited
and pondered of a view
that of their owner
that seemed Santa too.
He has a loving heart
and a beard of gray
with red suit like Santa
of a Christmas array.
He was also real jolly
and real big and round,
anticipating Christmas
old Santa they found.

©By Bill Pearce
July 7,  2020

Tiny Flower

The smallest sight
can become seen
as a tiny flower
in midst of green.
There just may be
another view
a time’s delight
with another hue.
Yet the tiniest
view of them all
can become best,
better than all.
A little tiny flower
can illuminate love
when it’s viewed
from then thereof.
Yet so many will
walk right passed
and only see their
shadows cast.
The tiny flowers
on the ground
will wait and wait
to then be found.
Seek the beauty,
seek each sight
that a flower
can ignite.
For their glisten
becomes power
showing large
in a tiny flower.

©By Bill Pearce
July 7,  2020

Memories Pond

Splashing as water
flowing like wine
moments enlighten
a time after time.
Some as a season,
some as a place,
some as a turnstile
so many embrace.
Forming a dream,
time comes in view
creating a scene
of then thereunto.
Moments memories
might come to life
displaying peaceful
in moments of strife.
Living as a breath
with time to breathe
memories become
as a gentle breeze.
As a pond of water
with life displayed
memories are as
a time’s lemonade.
Found in the waters
as ducks carry on
scenes so transfixing
as memories pond.

©By Bill Pearce
July 8,  2020

Faded To Fall

Life’s as a picture
formed of design
created as moments
seen time to time.
Colors perception
begins with a scene
time ticks onwards
fading from green.
The leaves become
as a changing phase
autumn as colors
that a time displays.
When time’s faded
it becomes as more
a place of grace
that ones do adore.
Such as a pageant
of colorful leaves
seeming as a web
that a spider weaves.
It lives as colors
of a magical place
heavenly blessings
a time to embrace.
Look for the changes
from large to small
coming from summer
that faded to fall.

©By Bill Pearce
July 8,  2020

Waters Glisten

Sunlight shining
scenes to gaze
brings a sight
of wonderful days.
Glistening views
waters shine
scenic moments
pure as wine.
Seeming as gold
a shining affect
gleaming as love
times reflect.
Becoming sights
glittering true
within memoirs
a timeless view.
Find the beauty
life’s precision
reflecting time
as waters glisten.

©By Bill Pearce
July 9,  2020

Tales of Summer

Riding waters
holding tight
behind a boat
will create flight.
Forming ripples
forming waves
tales of summer
times arrays.
Living ecstasy
in reflections
forming trails
many directions.
Remembered as
a time’s embrace
tales of summer
a scenic taste.
We might ride
watery roads
times designs
that life bestows.
Allow the scenes
to open up wide
tales of summer
times applied.
Search for life
from within
and let it grow
a breath of wind.
Breathed as life
times of wonder
scenes so sweet
tales of summer.

©By Bill Pearce
July 9,  2020

Mirages of Ages

Finding blessings
good to prevail
might seem as if
life’s gone to Hell,
Yet with rhythms
heaven’s designs
scenes as dreams
form in the mind.
Becoming artwork
within emotions
seeming as mirages
within our oceans.
Time plays a part
of a tambourine
keeping rhythm
in life’s cuisine.
God’s watching us
our daily stages
even what we see
as mirages of ages.

©By Bill Pearce
July 10,  2020

for July 11,  2020

Today might seem bad,
but our view might deceive us
as good is exposed.

Within our shadows
holds some facts about ourselves
that show in the light.

Essence of beauty
is often formed in our minds
as we distinguish.

Stories that we read
can often have hidden words
that we read over.

Patience gives strength
as waiting can open doors
that hurry closes.

Many that deceive
will find karma awaiting
as time passes by.

Leaving bitterness
in places that should be smiles
might show our regrets.

The storms of our life
often come from our own greed
of what we don’t need.

Searching for the truth
might uncover many lies
that you wish were true.

Mirrored images
can often be distorted
with ages of time.

Looking to the stars
you may see your reflection
within the starlight.

Formed as our bridges
decisions create our life
as doors and windows.

The vastness of time
can be measured as the wind
and how far it blows.

Lessons are as tools,
yet many tools are nightmares
we might wish to void.

A too sheltered mind
can become life as a fool
without experience.

Dreaming of others
and wanting what all they have
can create nightmares.

A trivial lie
can grow to great proportions
if truth’s never told.

Leaning out windows
can become as your ending
if you lean too far.

Generic lifestyles
might not bond with the others
through differences.

Tomorrow’s today
might look just like yesterday,
because it once was.

Perceiving people
as each one identical
unites or destroys.

The winds of today
might blow of a sudden breeze
that seems familiar.

©By Bill Pearce
July 11,  2020

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