Many Things


Hello my friends

Being that I got all of my poems and
haiku done with Friday,  I thought I
would get an early start on writing my
journal 🙂  so here it is,  Saturday and
as Jackie Gleason would say time to
time on The Honeymooners hehehe,
“Away we go”.  Yeppers,  I managed
to get all 10 of my poems and 22 of
my haiku written by Friday.  I might
write a poem or two tomorrow when
I get done with the journal or if I get
the journal all written and ready to
publish today I might send it tonight
or I might only send it out Sunday 🙂
LOL I don’t want to confuse people.
But I might end up sending it later
tonight.  Anyways,  on with ramble
mode.  This past week has been a
warm one.  I have an appointment
with my doctor/PA Monday and I
hope she can do something about
my ankles and feet that are swelling
and making it difficult to walk.  Also
I want her to try and do something
with the tumor on my shoulder that
I had removed a couple of years ago
and it has returned.  It is causing a
lot of pain on my shoulder,  making
it hard to sleep.  So let’s get off of
my ailments and find something else
to ramble about.  My neighbor came
over today delivering some mail that
had gotten put in their mailbox and
he told me he bought a riding mower
and for me not to worry about doing
any mowing if my ankles hurt too
much.  We’ve got a great neighbor 🙂
He brought over in a wheelbarrow
the other day 3 boxes of food and
now it looks like we will be having
potatoes and cheese for dinner often
LOL.  We put the 3 jugs of milk in
the freezer.  We’ll thaw it as we need
it.  I keep telling him that we do not
need all of that,  but he insist 🙂   It
won’t go to waste.  Judy and I are
doing well.   We have our fair share
of problems,  but God helps us along
as well as many angels and friendly
spirits that watch over us.  It’s 77 F
degrees right now as 5:40 PM.  The
high is supposed to be 79.  Up here
it’s August when the temperatures
start dropping unlike Texas when
the heat keeps rising.  I do not miss
the heat,  but I do miss my family
and friends.  Of course with this
darn pandemic even if I still lived
in Texas I might not see anybody.
Life goes on.  I thank God for my
gift of writing and photography 🙂
Yeppers,  it explains why I write so
many poems and do so many poetry
pictures LOL.   It is spawned from
boredom hehehe.  I’m hoping that
Judy and I will get the chance to go
and play Miniature Golf.  I know
she will love it.  Judy’s never been
miniature golfing.  I enjoyed doing
it back many decades ago,  but it’s
something you don’t want to do by
yourself or at least I don’t.  Nope
that and going out to eat are among
the many things that I could never
enjoy doing alone.  I reckon that
also explains why I have only been
to a couple of movies and concerts.
Even though,  I have survived and
my poetry,  photography and music
have played a big part and helping
me along.  God has put Judy in my
life and I am very thankful for that.
Life can always be much worse,  so
I’m thankful for what I have.  God
has been good to us and allowed all
that needs to happen for us to grow.
Thank You God for all that You do
and all that You will most surely do.
AMEN.  Now I believe it is time for
me to begin reading back on 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 lil
place of my recollection that like to
call RECOLLECT VILLE.  I think
I may have found 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.  Here goes…

Many Things

The sights we see
of times details
bring conclusions
wishing wells.
So many things
might find a way
to enter within
as a time of gray.
Yet there’s chance
to change the view
with many things
we say and do.
Look for peace
within the stars
finding a rhythm
of Venus and Mars.
Allow your mind
to drift beyond
the many things
that pile upon.
Find the blessings
in your dreams
and turn them loose
in many things.

©By Bill Pearce
Aug 1,  2020

Well,  there ya go.  I hope you liked
the poem and maybe even a little of
my rambling 🙂  So,  it’s 6:50 PM now
and it’s still 77 F degrees.  I use the F
for Fahrenheit for many my readers
in other countries that use Celsius or
centigrade which is actually 1 of the
same 🙂  77 F degrees in Celsius is a
cool 170.6 F LOL.  Just a lil warm.
Oh yea,  one of my old friends from
many years back D Tuley passed on.
He was a good man.  I send prayers
to the family.   Now that’s about all
I have for ya other that what I tell
you every week and that is,  I wrote
some more poems and haiku.  Yep,
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,  with that
said I reckon it’s time for me to be
searching for that silly old off switch,
but not before I wish you a safe and
happy weekend and a truly blessed
week.  Remember,  Jesus loves you
and we do too.  Now,  where’s that
off switch trying to hide this time?
Where oh where can you be hiding
you ornery switch of time?  Are
you just watching me hunt, while
waiting for me to find LOL?  Hey
I’m a silly poet,  What can I say?
Anyways,   I see you hiding there
under my face mask again.  LOL,
do you forget that it moves when
you move.  Find somewhere else
to hide next time.  I know,  I got
an early start on writing and made
ya have to rush,  surely you can
find a better place to hide.  You
should have this room memorized
by now LOL.  Try harder dude…
Gotcha,  see ya CLICK zzzzzzzzz.

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 🙂

A Moment’s Reflection

Time is as a keeper
of lifetimes emotions
a moment’s reflection
as deep as the oceans.
It might be a river
that’s pouring desires
reflecting reflections
of which never tires.
Formed by the sun
seeming as a mirror
as reflections reflected
that become clearer.
Days bring us views
that of scenic illusion
formed within time
becoming confusion.
A minute’s passing
becomes a memory
created from patterns
of moments we see.
Scenes from a time
with a minute or two
can become alive
as times thereunto.
Enlightening pages
of turnstiles dreams
reflective refractions
might mimic streams.
Becoming mirrors
of a scenic deception
life can become as a
moment’s reflection.

©By Bill Pearce
July 27,  2020

Summer Fields

The amber colors
minutes expose
can be the same as
a springtime rose.
Seen as a painting
a time of desire
is a summer field
seeming as fire.
The amber waves
as breezes blow
in summer fields
with elegant flow.
Becoming artwork
of a scenic sight
is a summer field
amidst daylight.
It opens up doors
to timeless yields
as seasonal beauty
in summer fields.

©By Bill Pearce
July 27,  2020

Ocean of Time

Walking in the grains
of a summery view
life can be pictures
of me and of you.
An ocean style dream
of a time long ago
can be enlightened
and begin to grow.
Forming time portals
as a venturous style
becoming emotions
of a time of erewhile.
Time seems like magic
as smiles on a face
an ocean of life
for you to embrace.
Remember the places
found as a rhyme
living as memories
an ocean of time.

©By Bill Pearce
July 28,  2020

Time Runs Dry

So many viewpoints
of so many ways
create perspectives
good unto grays.
Time’s in the photos
we may perceive
pictured as portals
that many achieve.
Yet as with decisions
choices we choose
the time runs dry
and we win or lose.
The seconds tick on
and form a face
deep within minds
of a time or place.
The pages may turn
and say goodbye
becoming memories
as time runs dry.

©By Bill Pearce
July 29,  2020

Old Purple Chair

Life is a moment
a place we recall
as a place to sit
or a place to fall.
A painting of time
becomes a place
a timeless scene
with firm embrace.
It may encompass
a moment or two
as a place to sit
to enjoy the view.
Find the beauty
in a breath of air
formed within an
old purple chair.

©By Bill Pearce
July 29,  2020

Take a Break

Find a spot
to rest your feet
a place in life
to beat the heat.
Sit for a while
and look around
see the sights
upon the ground.
Then look up
to the sky of blue
or cloudy day
an awesome view.
Seek the style
of scenic arrays
now and thens
wonderful ways.
Find a spot
you can partake
with a view
to take a break.

©By Bill Pearce
July 29,  2020

Sky of Voice

Distant words
of scenic sights
speak of days
and also nights.
Speech becomes
a distant view
a sky of voice
for me and you.
It is a place
a point in time
a sky of voice
of clouds design.
Like an actor
upon a stage
moments scenes
of age to age.
Many blessings
filled with love
a sky of voice
from up above.
Scenic dreams
before our eyes
become so true
in cloudy skies.
Godly sights
of times rejoice
as they become
a sky of voice.

©By Bill Pearce
July 30,  2020

Morning Begins

Heaven sent scenes
of a morning sunrise
might be as doorways
sights for our eyes.
Unfathomed dreams
of timeless perception
found as a phase of
moments connection.
Waves might begin
telling of their lore
with endless sentences
that crash ashore.
You might find time
as sands on a beach
breathing in deep
what eyes can reach.
Forming doorways
to blessings arrays
that may seem unreal
as time displays.
Open your mind up
to see Heaven’s art
as living paintings
of a God filled heart.
Listen to the waves
of each passing sight
and find the blessings
within the sunlight.
Even in the darkness
Lord God transcends
bringing new days
as morning begins.

©By Bill Pearce
July 30,  2020

Living Trails

Like a jungle
of many vines
our living trails
a mind defines.
Becoming art
of distant days
timeless sights
of many displays.
We might see
a time or two
that looks like
a preceding view.
It may seem
a turning page
a view of life
on another stage.
Heaven’s hue
of endless tales
tells us stories
on living trails.

©By Bill Pearce
July 31,  2020

Scenes Up Close

Faraway ventures
brought into view
become as pictures
so heavenly true.
Found as memory
times from afar
are ages of life
shining like a star.
Time’s perception
becomes as a page
turned by the wind
of a daily stage.
Yet when faraway
becomes so near
each view we see
might not be clear.
Their distant view
from so faraway
might be estranged
of times display.
For with a picture
is a photograph
a sort of memoir
times from the past.
Find it as Heaven
a picture to take
momentous scenes
times to remake.
Within perception
of choices chose
pictures become
as scenes up close.

©By Bill Pearce
July 31,  2020

for July 31,  2020

Searching for moments
in the midst of hurricanes
needs a little prayer.

Leaves within autumn
are as memories of life
that changes colors.

Time is a number
that many will misconceive
as they’re wasting it.

Flavors of ice cream
are as independent styles
the same as people.

Drawing in doorways
with a hopeful persuasion
might discover walls.

Cherishing the weeds
that only take away life
can also take yours.

Rolling hills of time
can become secret seasons
hidden from your eyes.

Life in a ripple
can often become a wave
if it’s not contained.

When turning pages
we might overlook stories
that stuck together.

Extra large wishes
can bring trouble by the loads
so keep them simple.

Yearning for others
can bring much sadness to you
as dreams fade away.

Living in a shell
will prevent any lessons
and leave you helpless.

Our doors and windows
can become as enablers
inducing our wants.

Feeding one some fish
needs to involve teaching them
how to catch a fish.

When losing control
our paths become dynamite
that anger has lit.

Pointing out failure
might show your lack of vision
not seeing what’s learned.

Independent thoughts
can merge with many others
and become alive.

Challenges of life
can become our futures tools
if we learn from them.

We are as flowers
some with more thorns than flowers,
but yet we’re flowers.

Breathing in fear
only unleashes worry,
so try to be brave.

Various ages
bring things we will remember
or wish to forget.

Windows of our mind
will get cluttered with moments
that life through our way.

©By Bill Pearce
July 31,  2020

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