Tomorrow Morning


Hello my friends

It’s been a slow week these passed few
days.  Not much has gone on.  I have
been going through all of the pictures
that we took when Jamye and Sami
were here trying to find some I can use
for poetry pictures.  I’ve found a few 🙂
We enjoyed having them here with us
and I miss them terribly now,  but we
have tons of pictures to remember the
moments.  As I said before this passed
week has been rather slow.  Judy and
I did some grocery shopping and I even
had our heating oil tank filled,  so it is
FULL and ready for winter.  Now to
start building the oil tab again for the
day that we need more heating oil and
I’m sure we will LOL.  Winters often
last 6 months up here.  Right now at
4:30 PM it’s 48 F degrees with a high
of 49.  It’s supposed to be 23 F degrees
by tomorrow morning,  which might
concluded that I turn on the heat late
tonight hehehe.  Our radiator heaters
manage to keep us fairly warm,  but
we need the furnace going to keep the
water from freezing.  Then as the temps
start dropping and staying in freezing
mode,  we’ll have to leave the furnace
on because our radiator heaters can
only do so much LOL.  So,  what else
is there to tell ya?  Well, Judy went to
craft night last night and she painted
her ceramic dog and she did a pretty
good job of it.  She has it sitting on
the boys doghouse that’s on the porch.
I’ll include a couple of pictures of it in
my stationary.  It almost looks real 🙂
We had a storm come through here
last night while Judy was gone and I
was afraid we were going to lose our
electricity with all of the wind blowing,
but all we lost was TV reception LOL.
Fortunately Judy didn’t drive home
during the storm.  God has been good
to us.  He’s allowed what all that we
needed in our lives and held back the
storms He knew we could not handle.
Thank You God for always looking
out for us.  AMEN.  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 will
work for the title for today’s brand new
poem.  So it’s away I go to the place of
my recollection that I always like to call
have found a decent title halfway back
through my rambling and it seems that
after checking that it has not been used
yet,  so used it shall be.  Here goes…

Tomorrow Morning

Today meets journeys
we might of delayed
with our tomorrows
our moments inlayed.
Forming a turnstile
that swings with ease
into procrastination
that seems as a breeze.
A tomorrow morning
might not be right,
for it might be but only
a stick of dynamite.
The yesterday you had
might of held together
the chances you had
for a time to endeavor.
So don’t procrastinate
and lose what’s there
for tomorrow morning
it may just be air.

©By Bill Pearce
Oct 11,  2020

There ya go.  I hope you liked the poem
and maybe even my rambling which this
week was a smaller scale 🙂  Anyways,  I
do have a prayer request and it’s for my
good friend in Texas Sara W.  I am real
worried about her.  I cannot contact her
being she never answers her phone.  Her
health has been real bad,  so please pray
for her.  Ok,  so that’s about all I have
for you other than what I tell you every
week and that is  🙂  I wrote some more
poems and haiku.  Yep,  10 more poems
with three wintry Christmastime poems
mixed in.  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 believe
it’s time for me to start my search for
that hardly elusive off switch,  but surely
not before I wish you a blessings filled
week.  Remember,  Jesus loves you and
we do too.  Okey dokey,  so where can
that ornery off switch be trying to hide
this time????   Hmm,  I distinctly recall
that my nose spray bottle does not dance,
so you wouldn’t be trying to hide behind
it would you LOL?  If you could ever
learn to be still and not be fidgety and
all,  I might not find ya so quickly,  but
then I reckon that’s a good thing hehehe.
Gotcha,  see ya CLICK zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

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 🙂

Perpetual Minds

Time is but a cloud
floating in the sky
that many discover
as it drifts on by.
Not seeing the life
up within a breeze
as they dream of
what they believe.
 Looking to the sky
you might fall prey
to a gasping wind
that times portray.
You may even see
a cloud from afar
strumming a song
on a skyline guitar.
Life can be as rain
with a rippling hue
falling from above
as each day’s anew.
Bringing new days
with new scenery
to help remember
a cloud of history.
Clouds are artwork
with fluffy strokes
formed as illusions
a moment evokes.
Lingering breezes
a blessing unwinds
found up above as
perpetual minds.

©By Bill Pearce
Oct 5,  2020

And So We Wait

Just like a stream
a river of time
we wait for waters
a pouring design.
With just a breath
of a scenic path
the minutes move
as future to past.
Becoming the age
that we desire
while searching for
more to acquire.
We wait for stages
changing views
with dusk to dawn
and scenic hues.
So many venture
to find a date
a river of dreams
and so we wait.

©By Bill Pearce
Oct 6,  2020


Gazing upwards
at the night sky
you may discover
 a sight to fly by.
It may be seen
as a falling star
a meteor flying
from here to afar.
Yet it might be
an alien being
a tiny little visitor
that you’re seeing.
Flying in the sky
a saucer type ship
a special design
for a long trip.
There may be two
or more inside
friendly visitors
on a scenic ride.
From so far away
maybe from Mars
they might just be
friendly visitors.

©By Bill Pearce
Oct 6,  2020

Midnight Sky

Clouds of a night sky
might hold a breeze
floating up above us
in the nighttime seas.
Waters of the skyline
become as a dream
in the midnight sky
as a cloudy stream.
Flowing as an ocean
creating certain sights
a scenic painted stage
with portions of lights.
A painted masterpiece
in the skyline above
seeming to be poured
with essence of love.
Heaven’s own artwork
on a canvas of time
as a midnight window
to an awesome design.
Opened as a pathway
for us to look through
as the midnight sky
tells us peekaboo.
Showing us the beauty
of a dreamers gaze
within a midnight sky
of a magical phase.
It’s always changing
as the clouds fly by
this magical moment
in a midnight sky.

©By Bill Pearce
Oct 6,  2020

Winters of Time

Snow laden pictures
create sights to see
winters so delightful
within our memory.
Time can be painted
on a canvas of white
as the winters reveal
a Christmassy sight.
Recorded as minutes
that seconds portray
the winters of time
will never fade away.
For as life’s window
a time seeps through
maybe of Christmas
of an old and anew.
 White snow delivers
a Christmas design
found as snowflakes
in winters of time.

©By Bill Pearce
Oct 6,  2020

Many Thoughts

Skies of beauty
that seasons expose
may surely unveil
a time that glows.
It might be seen
as but only a glance
a timeless scene
of living romance.
Many a thought
may seem as a trail
a glistening pond
of wondrous detail.
Imagine a scene
as a page that turns
creating a sight
that time discerns.
Life’s reflection
shows many things
so many thoughts
wildest of dreams.

©By Bill Pearce
Oct 7,  2020

Dreamer’s Illusion

An ocean of mind
might seem very blue
waters of a moment
a transcending view.
Flowing on beyond,
but seeming so shy
streaming illusions
that’ll never run dry.
They create sights
for minds to perceive
webs that of water
dreamers can weave.
Looking for dreams
within the display,
but finding illusions
of a magical way.
A dream of waves
lives on in our minds
as shallow waters
depict of the times.
Dreamer’s illusions
can come in view
and create a window
for me and for you.
You may only see
memories that thrive
times that passed,
but yet still survive.
Yet looking closer
it may be confusion
hiding a smile in
a dreamer’s illusion.

©By Bill Pearce
Oct 8,  2020

Seeming Translucent

Revived with photos
some pictures live on
seeming translucent
as a seasonal song.
So many viewpoints
become memories
scents we remember
grasses and trees.
Some times fade off
that once were there
seeming translucent
as a breath of air.
Breathed out deeply
giving life a flow
that forms a picture
for times to bestow.
A moment may echo
what cannot be seen
seeming translucent
as memory’s dream.

©By Bill Pearce
Oct 8,  2020

After Christmas

Lifetimes continue
as seconds tick on
seasons changing
and some as a song.
Sung of the beauty
as well as the time
life after Christmas
lives on in the mind.
Textured with love
that we remember
formed on a stage
within a December.
It’s a window view
into distant scenes
for after Christmas
continues in dreams.
Living as blessings
a season displayed
is after Christmas
with Heaven inlaid.

©By Bill Pearce
Oct 9,  2020

Soon Comes Winter

Daylight meets dark
as nighttime prevails
showing its doorway
to timeless details.
A bridge for walking
creates a destination
as soon comes winter
in time’s acceleration.
Snowflakes of white
become as the scene
scented of Christmas
a wondrous cuisine.
Autumn’s gone away
with snow in its place
providing a window
with a seasonal face.
 The heart of the sky
unleashes its design
as snowflakes falling
within wintertime.
Creating the passion
with a timeless stage
formed within waters
of wintertime’s page.
Now may seem dim
as the days pass on,
but soon you’ll sing
a Christmas song.
A life of amazement
God front and center
Christmas beginnings
as soon comes winter.

©By Bill Pearce
Oct 9,  2020

for Oct 10,  2020

The days that pass by
may become as reflections
that can help us grow.

Reality’s worth
is found within the shadows
of what that is true.

The length of a chain
will hold many perspectives
with some broken links.

Colors of autumn
often transform scenery
into that of art.

Life of a storm cloud
changes as the breezes blow
and the raindrops fall.

Minutes become days
as the seconds multiply
creating journeys.

Passionate flowers
might bloom as a rainbow
enhanced by colors.

Time can become locked
in the vault within our mind
and prevent our growth.

Windows of the mind
can become cluttered with filth
if we don’t clean them.

Expressions of life
often become our doorways
found as confusion.

Many illusions
can become as the real thing
living as nightmares.

The past is the past,
for even if it returned
it would be as changed.

Behind many lies
is truth that time exposes
leaving ones heartaches.

Pointless is gossip,
for it’s often built on lies
that others made up.

Forming perspectives
needs the truth to be displayed
to enlighten fact.

Counting your blessings
can open your eyes to hopeful
as you see the light.

Looking out windows
you might see a mockingbird
that’s singing its song.

Blissful is Heaven
as we form a connection
while saying a prayer.

Now is a doorway
to choose if we will enter
or to walk on passed.

Classifying life
as but only a breath
does not hold water.

Existence of life
lives on far beyond our sight
and what we can feel.

The winds of time blow
giving life a chance to breathe
and create a stage.

©By Bill Pearce
Oct 10,  2020

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