The Package


Hello my friends

I’m back with yet another episode of
rambling and poetry LOL.  I hope you
have been well and for those of you
down south that got a bit of snow that
you were unprepared for,  I hope you
survived it without too much turmoil.
My mom told me yesterday that the
snow has all melted away finally so she
can go shopping.  Yep,  we’ve all been
having a bit of strange weather.  It was
a high of 31 F today up here.  Not our
regular winter weather,  but it’s done
it all before.  Though it looks like we
will not have any bad weather for a
while aside from the 2-4 inches of snow
that’s forecasted for tomorrow evening
and that’s Monday eve to all the ones
not knowing what day that I’m writing
this LOL.  Funny thing is,  it’s supposed
to be 3 F degrees by Monday morning
with a high of 29 for the day hehehe.
Judy and I are doing well.  We might
do some shopping tomorrow if we feel
up to it.  We’re only needing just a few
things such as milk and orange juice,
then whatever else we can think of that
we can’t live without hehehe.  This is a
real short month,  so if anybody wants
to come party with us on the 29th of
this month,  ya better scoot your butt
over LOL.  OK so we don’t do much
partying hehehe.  What we call a party
is dinner and a good TV program to
watch.  Yep,  we’re an exciting bunch.
The boys are once again sleeping in the
floor between Judy and I.  LOL Rocky
will wake up when he’s gotta go potty.
LOL Benny just got up,  but he will
wait for Rocky to wake up before he
says he’s ready to go outside.  He can
hold it longer than Rocky for some
reason LOL.  Anyways,  that’s about
all of the excitement for today so far.
After I get done writing this,  we plan
on watching some TV programs and
maybe eating dinner.  I think I might
need to one day SOON begin working
on getting my new books formatted
and published.  I have 4 ready and I
have already begun writing for book
17 LOL.  There’s just so much work
to do to get them formatted.  Carpal
tunnel visits me every time I begin
the formatting hehehe OUCH.  Yep,
but I guess I’ll get it done one day
or another.  LOL I’ve done a few
selfies this passed week.  Yea I know,
silly me huh.  I was outside and had
my camera as normal and both days
I did them the weather was nice.  OK
maybe not nice in your view,  but in
mine,  it was pretty decent.  We got
somebody else’s mail Friday and so
I was gonna walk it down and give
it to the people,  but their address
was not the one on the package,  so
I put it back in our mailbox and I
raised the flag.  I walked out to the
mailbox Saturday and saw that the
flag was down and the package was
gone.  He must of realized it was not
ours and delivered it down the road
to the right one.  Yep,  real exciting.
God is still watching out for us and
helping us when we’re in need and
allowing the things that He knows
will make us stronger.  We can still
feel angels among us as well as many
friendly spirits that are always with
us guiding us and protecting us from
the evils in life.  We thank You God
for the many blessings we’ve received
and for sending angels to watch over
us.  Thank You Father for the many
miracles You perform every day of
our life and beyond.  AMEN.  Now,
I do believe it’s time for me to read
back over all that I’ve written here
to see if I can find a good word or
phrase that I can use for the title of
today’s brand new poem.  So it’s
away I go to that little place of my
recollection that always I like to call
have found a decent title just about
a third of the way back through my
rambling and now after checking I
see that it has not been use as of yet,
so used it shall be today.  Here goes…

The Package

Our days desires
might form flames
times and places
with many names.
Wants and wishes
packages dreams
might become as
some scary scenes.
For the package
might be sour
formed of wants
of untamed hours.
Let your sights
be set on the trail
the good in life
that’s not of Hell.
Find the blessings
God’s made active
found with blessings
as the package.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 21,  2021

Well there ya go.  yes I know,  it’s not
that great of a poem,  but I hope you
got the message.  I also hope that you
enjoyed my rambling.  I don’t think I
have anything else for you,  but to tell
ya what I tell ya every week and that is
I wrote some more poems and haiku.
Yeppers,  10 more poems and 2 of em
are sort of Christmassy.  I also wrote
22 more haiku for all the haiku lovers
out there.  I hope you can find 1 or 2
of either or both that you like.  Now I
do belive it’s time for me to begin my
search for that silly hardly elusive off
switch,  but not before I wish you all
a blessings filled week.  Remember,
Jesus loves you and we do too.  Ok,
now where can that ornery switch be
trying to hide this time?  LOL  are
ya making it easy on me this week?
Yea,  I know,  you have never found
a good hiding spot,  but sheesh,  to
just be jumping up and down on the
internet router (that I just moved so
to give Judy a better connection to
her laptop PC) is not hiding LOL.
Gotcha,  see ya CLICK zzzzzzzzzzz.

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 🙂

Memories Past

Minds of moments
as past to present
might seem to be a
Christmas present.
A form of a desire
transcending today
as memories past
in wondrous array
Snowy white minds
pass by like gold
telling of the tales
as memoirs unfold.
Seasons of beauty
as a heart of white
becomes pictures
our times highlight.
Searching for times
of snow filled seas
found in our views
with winter’s breeze.
As memories past
becomes our views
the seasons sights
might surely infuse.
Forming a window
life peeks through
as passings of time
with a scenic view.
Don’t forget times
that went real fast
the golden days
of memories past.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 15,  2021

Restful Souls

Breezes of winter
speak to the soul
telling the tales
of young to old.
Seasons display
choices by design
as restful souls
moments in time.
Time is memories
gathered together
formed as styles
with the weather.
Souls of illusions
created by desire
can warm hearts
as a fireplace fire.
Crackling sounds
emanating sights
restful evenings
in wintery nights.
Snowy moments
may come to life
with restful souls
to end the strife.
Time is as a door
with many views
creating styles
for us to infuse.
Forming a path
that time unfolds
Heaven delivers
our restful souls.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 16,  2021

Silence Speaks

Silent memories
speak as a phrase
times remembered
Christmassy days.
Forming shadows
speaking its tone
silence is found
when found alone.
Time may expose
a Christmas tree
a wintertime sight
for many to see.
It may have lights
a twinkling scene
as silence speaks
from red to green.
Life is reminding
of all it displays
the magical sights
with lights arrays.
Oh so many colors
so silently speak
words of a time
that we may seek.
Colors of sights
seem to be found
just like portraits
without a sound.
Just like the days
minutes of weeks
life is exposed
as silence speaks.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 16,  2021

Alone in The Mind

Whispers of sounds
with many a word
become the sights
as a lonely bird
Wisdom’s shadows
gleam in a room
alone in the mind
where time’s attune.
Morning to evening
the minutes tick on
leaving memories
of sceneries song.
Found in harmony
as a breath of air
alone in the mind
gives time a prayer.
Forming a bond
with now and then
time continues on
to where and when.
Becoming a door
to a place and time
with sight of a bird
alone in the mind.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 17,  2021

Day Dreams

When with desires
you may perceive
day dreams of time
as webs to weave.
Spun as a spider
of dreamers allure
thoughts may form
a mental brochure.
An ocean of sight
within day dreams
found in the mind
as magical scenes.
Look to the sky
or a distant shore
and then dream
of a little bit more.
Day dream of time
that gives a smile
living reflections
of a paradise isle.
Unleash your mind
to find you a view
day dreams of life
to live within you.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 17,  2021

Sailing On

Shore might seem
an ocean away
an unending view
to swish and sway.
You may even see
a distant scene
within the waves
of aquamarine.
While sailing onto
another shore
you may perceive
a window or floor.
It might be found
as only a sight
as waves crashing
and taking flight.
Throwing a spray
onto a vessel
as waves of design
seem as to wrestle.
Seeming as words
within a breeze
that’s telling tales
of deep blue seas.
An ocean of mind
thinking away
while it’s talking
with a daily spray.
Speaking of words
dusk to dawn
while some ships
are sailing on.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 18,  2021

Seeming as Cotton

Looking to the sky
I often find scenes
looking like times
within my dreams.
Minutes may pass
and leave a glance
seeming as cotton
with life’s romance.
Seconds continue
like a silent clock
sound has silenced
without a ticktock.
Cloudlike illusions
create many sights
seeming as cotton
a bright sky ignites.
Becoming a story
as words of a way
time continues on
from day unto day.
The sky gives a sigh
with peaceful views
seeming as cotton
our minds infuse.
It helps us to recall
times long forgotten
found up above us
seeming as cotton.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 18,  2021

Road of Life

Life is a road
our time displays
often real bumpy
in so many ways.
 Living as wheels
rolling thereto
the road of life
is time to accrue.
 Forming time
as a breath of air
seeming endless
needing a prayer.
So many roads
we drive upon
give us words
to a driving song.
Sounds of life
as rhythmic beat
becomes a road
for eyes to greet.
Perceiving style
of its very own
a road of life
we’re driving on.
Many travels
might begin slow
if we’re not sure
which way to go.
Look within you
and find a path
as a road of life
away from wrath.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 19,  2021

Leisure Desire

Country living
creates a style
found in view
to give a smile.
Leisure photos
find a place
desires of time
a smiling face.
Time is a frame
of now and then
as leisure desire
within the wind.
Hearts of love
are as scenes
as some horses
in our dreams.
Finding peace
in a life of fire
needs a time of
leisure desire.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 19,  2021

Beyond a Horizon

It may seem mirage
a sight that’s seen
beyond a horizon
that may be a dream.
It might be a place
remembered well
embraced with love
with a story to tell.
It becomes a scene
a dreamer’s hue
beyond a horizon
a wonderful view.
Looking real closely
you may perceive
more than a dream
God did conceive.
Time changes views
as an ocean song
beyond a horizon
to a brand new dawn.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 20,  2021

for Feb 20,  2021

Time is illusion
when seen only with the mind
and not as the truth.

Moments of balance
can become as confusion
when not seen clearly.

Living with a lie
is like breathing illusions,
for the truth will come.

With just a moment
time can become an echo
showing things again.

Links to destruction
are found within construction
and not always good.

Shadows of ourselves
exist in other people
that may watch our moves.

Trying times of life
can be the best times of all
if we look closely.

Patience can bring peace,
but it needs be done with heart
and not with anger.

Grieving for a time
can make each moment lonely
if not seen in fact,

Sometimes our heartbeats
can become as reflections
forming a desire.

Trials by fire
of a turbulent moment
can be good lessons.

Pointing at others
does not take to view from you,
for you are pointing.

Seeking for a breath
amidst the waters of time
might suffocate you.

Emotional people
might look as though they’re crying,
but be happy tears.

Trivial stages
might have important actors
that become your life.

Seamless emotions
can seem as mere confusion
without a reason.

Bees give directions
to the others when returned
from a pollen search.

Today marks a time
that tomorrow might regret
if done too quickly.

Hitting the target
needs you to take time to aim
and then do your best.

Rains of a storm cloud
might unleash tons of worry
joined with a rainbow.

Many open eyes
may only see destruction
instead of the facts.

Yesterdays vision
can become as reality,
but it needs a prayer.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 20,  2021

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