Hello my friends

I hope you had a nice week last week
and your weekend has been great.  It
has been pretty quiet around here and
I like that I guess,  but I miss the kids
that used to live next door.  I always
loved to go out and take pictures as
they played in the snow.  I guess now
it’s a little too quiet.  The weather has
been a lot less snowy than it normally
has been in the passed years.  We’ve
normally got walls of snow all around
our house,  but not so today.  Though,
it could change any day now.  It’s 23 F
degrees right now.  It got down to 11 F
last night.  Still not near what we are
used to.  We have been getting a little
snow off and on and we’ve got quite
a lot of snow outside,  but nothing
compared to what we have had LOL.
Yet,  as I said,  that could all change
any day now.  So,  what else is going
on around this place?  Well,  to be
honest,  it is rather quiet.  The boys
are asleep in the floor right between
Judy and I.  Yep,  and Judy is doing
something on her computer.  I have
no idea of what that is though,  but
as long as she’s happy 🙂  Tomorrow
we’ve gotta go to town for Judy’s eye
examination and I will have to drive
us home 🙂  We might return some
cans to the redemption center if we
make it before they close.  Otherwise
we’ll return the cans another day 🙂
It’s 5 PM right now and 21 F degrees.
Tomorrow’s high is supposed to be
25 F.  We’re staying warm.  I have
been busy writing more and more
poetry and now almost got enough
for yet another book LOL.  So after
tomorrow me writing another poem
I will have enough for 4 more books.
I might one day soon decide to go
ahead and maybe work on getting
them formatted and published, but
still there is no hurry.  Still kind of
waiting to see if the 12 books that
I have published ever start selling 🙂
I haven’t done much picture taking
this passed week with it getting dark
so freaking early,  but I have taken a
few pictures.  A couple of weeks ago
I ordered a face mask with my face
printed on it and I got it the other
day.  It looks awesome.  Judy has
gone to the company and ordered
her one too.  I’ll include a couple
of pictures of me with my new face
mask in my stationery for those of
you which get my stationery style
journal.  Those of you that get only
the text version,  you will have to
only imagine what it looks like 🙂
God has been good to us.   We’ve
got all that we need.  We can feel
many angels and friendly spirits
watching over us.  Each day is yet
another blessing to be found and
we are grateful.  Thank You God
for all that You do for us and all
we are sure You will do. AMEN.
Now,   I believe it’s time for me to
begin my journey back through all
that I have written here to see if I
can find a decent word or phrase
that I can use for the title of today’s
brand new poem.  So,  it’s away I
go to that place of my recollection
that I always call RECOLLECT
VILLE.  I think I might of  found
a decent title just about a 3rd of
the way back in my rambling and
now after checking I see that it has
not been used yet,  so used it shall
be.  Here goes…


Life that of Heaven
and dreams come true
imagine the doorway
you can walk through.
Look for the blessings
and every good thing
and imagine it’s more
than but only a dream.
Focus on the goodness
and lose sight of bad,
then try to imagine
the best that you had.
It may of been a time,
 a moment perceived
as more than imagined
the good was conceived.
Take on the blessings
and take on the stride
and imagine the truth
as it lives deep inside.
Let God to guide you
more than you imagine
to help you with living
each time you begin.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 24,  2021

I hope that you liked the poem and
maybe even a little of my rambling 🙂
There’s not much else that I can tell
you other than what I tell you almost
every week and that is,  I wrote some
more poems and haiku.  Yeppers, 10
more poems and 22 more haiku for
all of the haiku lovers out there.  I do
hope you can find 1 or 2 of either or
both that you like.  So,  I reckon it’s
time for me to be searching for that
hardly elusive off switch,  but surely
not before I wish you a wonderful
week with blessings uncountable 🙂
Remember,  Jesus loves you and we
do too.  Okey dokey,  so now where
can that ornery off switch be trying
to hide this time?  Where oh where
can you be at you silly little thing?
Hahaha,  I see ya,  hiding behind
me this time on my back,  but then
I felt ya as you began to slip and
slide down my back 🙂  You need
to practice being still and holding
on hehehe.  Try harder next time.
Gotcha,  see ya CLICK zzzzzzzzzz.

God bless from Bill,  Judy,  Benny,  Rocky
and the spirit of Milo Pearce

P.S  A link to our brand new books
Pearce’s Poetry Pictures
Pearce’s Poetry Pictures 2
Pearce’s Poetry Pictures 3
Pearce’s Poetry Pictures 4
Pearce’s Poetry Pictures 5
Pearce’s Poetry Pictures 6
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
is at the end of the journal along
with all of the others.  Enjoy 🙂
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Now it’s on with the poems and haiku
10 and 22 hehehehehehehehehehe 🙂

Moonlight’s Song

Sung in the twilight
a song does appear
words of amazement
found so sincere.
A moonlight sonata
in a whispering tune
sings in the twilight
a song of the moon.
Found within sight
of dreamers array
song of perceptions
words on display.
Heavenly doorways
open with a dream
a story within song
of a wonderful scene.
It’s a timeless song
of passing clouds
many scenic frames
found as shrouds.
Songs of a dreamer
can become as gold
sung within a song
or a story that’s told.
Formed as a union
a song about love
connected with style
in the sky above.
It’s night’s blessings
that move on and on
displaying dreams
as moonlight’s song.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 18,  2021

Whisper To Me

Wintertime words
speak so clear
as stories unfold
year after year.
Sometimes loudly,
sometimes quiet
often whispering
as words on a diet.
Changing its faces
as words of time
speaking repeating
seasonal rhyme.
The stages perform
a wintery hue
as they whisper
to me and to you.
Many perceptions
might stand out
so loudly speaking
what it’s about.
Yet some moments
might be heard
as a whispering
wonderland bird.
Speaking so softly
in many scenes
winter reflects in
magical dreams.
Now I’m listening
and trying to see
all of the stories
that whisper to me.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 19,  2021

Looks Like Dreams

Clouds in the sky
create many things
timeless adventures
as magical scenes.
Poured from heaven
as a liquid supply
dreams displayed
as clouds in the sky.
Memorable sights
in a skyline blue
looks like dreams
a mesmerizing view.
Wonderland fantasies
become as a glance
clouds in the sky
as song and dance.
Formed as humidity
that rain can be born
maybe then creating
a passing storm.
Seeming so magical
these cloudy scenes
can be a window that
looks like dreams.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 19,  2021

January Roads

Wintertime’s pathways
open for a drive
to keep the adventures
most surely alive.
Becoming as a memory
a scenic perception
to bring together scenes
to form a connection.
The January doorways
open with a view
and times which to find
a heartbeat anew.
Seeming a dreamworld
as winter becomes
as snow filled roadways
of wintertime’s sums.
It tells so many stories
of how it bestows
as a song of snowflakes
on January roads.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 19,  2021

Winter Still Speaks

Words of a moment
created from a time
might speak rhythms
words of a rhyme.
Seeming as a singer
songs are displayed
found as wintertime
a season has made.
The words of winter
might seem to say
tomorrow may look
the same as today.
For as the doorway
to time opens wide
winter still speaks
of a seasonal ride.
It might seem white
the season’s scenes
as words are spoken
of wintery dreams.
Sights come to life
as calendars sway
with spoken time
of a whitish array.
Many will watch all
the seconds to pass
while they encounter
a window of glass.
Searching for views
as a dreamer seeks
the time’s divine as
winter still speaks.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 20,  2021

Winter’s Shine

The sky of winter
shines so bright
a glow of morning
and eve of light.
A white snow sky
as winter clouds
becomes as scenes
that times arouse.
Scenes as artwork
as times attune
creating glimmers
of an afternoon.
Winter is emotions
creating a stage
often with pictures
of a magical page.
It shows its style
a book of time
creating the art of
a winter’s shine.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 21,  2021

Bridge Across

Scenes we’ve seen
as time moves on
create the illusion
of another dawn.
One that is cold
of a wintery day
as a bridge across
to another way.
Watching changes
become the views
as a bridge across
scenes that infuse.
Becoming a past
we looked upon
an eventful scene
that now is gone.
Search for echoes
within memories
as a bridge across
to yesterdays seas.
Recall goodness,
lose the sorrow
as you go across
to find tomorrow.
Reach out to find
a new life to lead
one not of wants,
but of the needs.
Don’t just focus
on moments loss,
find a new life on
a bridge across.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 21,  2021

Tomorrows Reprise

Repeating instances
while moving ahead
can create reflections
you’ll surely dread.
Formed in illusions
tomorrows might be
only as the echoes
of your own history.
Tomorrow’s journey
is written in today
words of a window
the actors of a play.
We might only see
and not hear a word
as tomorrows reprise
is the flight of a bird.
Listen to the breezes
that display a style
showing existence’s
as moments compile.
So many questions
come alive in times
as all of the answers
are confused designs.
So many tomorrows
are fueled by doubt
as they look onwards
with not a way out.
Let God guide you
to see brighter skies
and not sadness of
tomorrows reprise.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 22,  2021

Peace Stands Still

Doorways to winter
can often be seen
stood and awaiting
to deliver a dream.
It might be a cabin
or a frozen pond
a time to remember
of a distant dawn.
Peace can be scenes
unleashed in snow
or distant horizons
in an awesome flow.
Clouds might form
dreams in the sky
that seems as waves
that float and fly.
Standing as a statue
peace might evolve
becoming windows
times can resolve.
Locating blessings
moments of time
as peace stands still
becoming divine.
 Search deep inside
and find a view,
a moment in time
that lives with you.
A better perception
to surely fulfill
seasons to show as
peace stands still.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 22,  2021

Times We Recall

Many scenarios
fall into place
times we recall
of smell or taste.
Just like an age
that lives in you
times we recall
a distant view.
Life’s a memoir
written designs
times we recall
of distant minds.
Seasons display
new sights to see
times we recall
of you and me.
Life is recorded
as snow and ice
times we recall
as a scenic slice.
That of a stage
to display a view
times we recall
of old and anew.
So many scenes
dreamed about
times we recall
in ways and out.
All these times
large and small
are memories
times we recall.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 23,  2021

for Jan 23,  2021

Timeless is the air
as it gives us breath to breathe
and blows in the wind.

Timid is the wolf
as it stalks its daily prey,
but then it pounces.

Life is like the wind
as it blows all around us
and creates changes.

The mind is thinking
even when you think it’s not,
so take care your thoughts.

Tomorrow holds times
that many just through away
and focus on wants.

Living for a thing
can turn into a nightmare,
so live for the truth.

Having and holding
does not create ownership,
for it’s only held.

Looking to the stars
many will begin dreaming
of fact or fiction.

Doorways to windows
might often show many cracks
that time has put there.

Life is a mirror
that reflects what that has passed
leaving memories.

Changes come with time,
but they might not be noticed
till the time has passed.

Wisdom comes from flaws
that we might have repeated
until we learned truth.

Pictures on a wall
might have memories within
that no one can see.

The lines on your face
might tell ones of a story
that leaves them confused.

The rains of summer
are as a life giving stage
that can become bad.

Trials and errors
are teachers of our journeys
learning when we fail.

Listening to time
as the tick tock of a clock
you might hear its words.

Trivial moments
can often become too large
if they are ignored.

Our own reflection
might at times become scary
as we see ourselves.

Thinking too deeply
you can find yourself buried
in your deepest thoughts.

When in a nightmare
there is goodness that can shine,
but you must seek it.

Snowflakes that fall
are prepared for their landing
as they’re looking down.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 23,  2021

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