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Hello my friends

So another week has passed leaving time
in the dust 🙂  Yeppers,  the minutes are
speeding along as April nears it’s end and
May comes up to bat.  Now,  if it would
just make up its mind what to do weather
wise.  Snow or rain,  pick one already LOL.
Anyways,  it has warmed up a bit  It’s 61
degrees right now.  Not much new going on
around this place.  Pretty much as echoes
of last week LOL.  Yep,  not much change
other than the days.  I often lose track of
time and cannot tell what day it is mainly
due to being retired and all LOL.  Each
day seems as a reflection of the others.
Life goes on.  The only thing that helps
us to keep track of the days is our TV
programs hehehe.  Exciting huh hehehe.
Yep,  we live for the thrill LOL.  We’ve
gotten use to this way of life.  It’s a bit
in the slow lane of traffic 🙂  Yeppers
sometimes I could swear that I see the
seconds as they pass us by hehehe,  NOT.
Spring is finally getting in gear and we
have a few plans for this year such as
picture taking drives,  playing miniature
golf and taking the boys/dogs out in the
field for a bit of exercise as well as many
other things to enjoy the warmer days.
I do plan on getting many more pictures
this spring,  summer and autumn to use
for my poetry.  It seems like that’s all I
do anymore.  Oh well,  it’s better than
staring at the walls hehehe.  Judy’s still
learning more things to do with yarn
and crocheting.  She’s making all sorts
of things 🙂 and getting better with every
stitch.  It’s real cloudy outside and my
weather program says tomorrow evening
will be mixed with rain and snow.  Yes
I said snow.  Mother Nature or whomever
is doing this,  please make up your mind.
How about hold off on the snowing till
say,  October or November and then let
the snowflakes fly LOL.  I thought that
Texas weather was screwy hehehe.  Though
I do not miss the summer heat down there.
I don’t mind the winters and snow,  but
the melting of snow and refreezing does
tend to cause a few problems that get on
my nerves.  Life goes on 🙂  It will be what
it will be.  It does no good to bicker about
it.  The weather does not hear our words.
God though hears it all and He knows we
have struggles so He sends angels down to
help us when we’re in need,  though many
times our egos will prevent any help to be
done.  Don’t act like you’re indestructible,
because we all have our weaknesses.  Let
God help you with yours and the problems
that you stumble upon.  God has always
been there for me and for Judy and I as
life has thrown many troubles our way.
I thank God for blessing me with the life
I have and with this wonderful woman
that is sharing her life with me.  I’m also
thankful for all of the blessings that I am
not be aware of.  I praise Your Mighty
name Jesus and God The Father.  AMEN.
Now I do believe it’s time for me to be
reading back on all that I’ve written here
to see if I can find me a good word or
phrase that I can use for a title for today’s
brand new poem,  so it’s away I go,  to
that place of my recollection that I like
to call RECOLLECT VILLE.  I think I
may have found a decent title just about
halfway back in my rambling and now
after checking I see that it has not been
used yet,  so used is shall be.  Here goes…

More Pictures

Living and breathing
breaths that we take
gives us the chances
more pictures to make.
Formed as memories
time shines through
as we continue on
doing what we do.
Pictures as portals
to a so distant place
found as a reflection
that may be your face.
It might show a scene
that’s formed in time
seeming as rhythms
or a poetic rhyme,
Seasons are blessings
sent down from God
becoming more pictures
that we should applaud.
Look beyond misery
and find the mixtures
times of true happiness
found in more pictures.

©By Bill Pearce
Apr 25,  2021

Well,  there ya go.  I hope you liked the
poem and maybe even my some of my
rambling 🙂  Yep,  I can seem to ramble
about anything can’t I hehehe.   Admit it,
I did entertain you for a while didn’t I 🙂
Anyways,  there’s not much else to tell
you except what I tell you every week and
that is,  I wrote quite a few more poems
and haiku.  Yep,  10 more poems with 1
being a bit Christmassy.  I actually wrote
1 extra,  but I’ll put it in next weeks lot.
I also wrote 22 more haiku.  I hope you
can find 1 or 2 of either or both that you
like.  Now with that said I believe that it’s
time for me to begin my search for that
hardly elusive off switch ,  but not before
I wish you a truly blessings filled week.
Remember,  Jesus loves you and we do
too.  Okey dokey now,  where can that
silly off switch be attempting to hide
this time?  Well that didn’t take me long!
I just happened to glance to the right of
me and saw movement behind my Rempod
and there ya are once again peaking at
me.  You seem to be impatient  for me to
find you LOL.  Learn some patience 🙂
Gotcha,  see ya CLICK zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

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 🙂

Golden Shadows

Minutes transfixing
may come into view
as pages of a book
that are about you.
We might see signs
of passing arrays
as golden shadows
of our yesterdays.
You may be found
standing awaiting
thinking about life
and anticipating.
You may see ripples
as time’s reflection
as golden shadows
within connections.
Becoming scenes
seasons of a stage
as golden shadows
from age unto age.
Time is like stories
written as a rhyme
repeating so often
our time after time.
Becoming doorways
into distant places
as golden shadows
with defining faces.
Scenes such as time
a moment bestows
becomes reflections
as golden shadows.

©By Bill Pearce
Apr 17,  2021

Winds of Desire

Through the grasses
of seconds and more
the winds of desire
are times to explore.
Some as a doorway
and some as a stage
books of perspective
the turn of a page.
Written as seasons
words of a song
the winds of desire
that go on and on.
Sung as an ocean
that seconds accrete
as a little dog runs
with busy four feet.
It may give a bark
as the moments pass
in winds of desire
within the tall grass.
You might see weeds
among the view
that look like grass
in then thereunto.
You might even see
a sight you admire
found in the grasses
of winds of desire.

©By Bill Pearce
Apr 19,  2021

Days of Color

Living for a minute
as seconds pass by
time begins journeys
that may seem to fly.
Colors transposing
into many a sight
as true days of color
the seasons delight.
Often time exposes
sights within spring
that’s full of colors
a true living dream.
Summer carries spring
into another phase
as the colors continue
to come and amaze.
Autumn brings life
from the dying leaves
colors so amazing
that time interweaves.
Even within winter
many colors appear
white as snowflakes
and Christmas cheer.
Yes life is changing
creating many views
such as days of color
with so many hues.
Search now within you
and truly discover
the seasons changing
within days of color.

©By Bill Pearce
Apr 20,  2021

Times and Places

Thoughts come alive
on a bench of peace
becoming adventures
the moments release.
Time is as clockwork
that’s so often seen
with times and places
of a distant dream.
The memories grow
with every thought
becoming doorways
to the dreamers lot.
It’s our imagination
as we sit and think
of times and places
that went in a blink.
Seasons as stairways
to many other sights
as times and places
new days and nights.
Sitting upon a bench
you might perceive
the changing designs
each season weaves.
Thinking of the past
with all that is done
the times and places
with yesterday’s sun.
Becoming the stages
our heart embraces
a lifetime’s memories
of times and places.

©By Bill Pearce
Apr 20,  2021

Sleeping Seas

Night grows waves
in seas so deep
seeming illusions
a sea that’s asleep.
Slumber is ripples
that becomes days
as it remembers
within the waves.
The moon is gone
as day comes true
while sleeping seas
create a new view.
A majestic scene
becomes so alive
as the sleeping seas
somehow surmise.
They form pictures
to live in the mind
as waves rolling
within their design.
Wonderful feelings
as beating hearts
live on as memoirs
as writing imparts.
Words of a feather
as the seagulls fly
the sleeping seas
join with the sky.
Let your eyes drift
and set you at ease
as the sun rises on
the sleeping seas.

©By Bill Pearce
Apr 20,  2021

Lost in Sensation

A winter white sight
of a time long ago
becomes a dream of
Christmastime snow.
Painted by Heaven
in snowflakes design
of lost in sensation
moments in time.
Memories heighten
with a picture’s view
as times within times
of an old to anew.
Lost in sensation
so many find a way
to recreate blessings
of so a distant day.
Christmastime scenes
with snow of white
becomes as windows
to a seasonal sight.
Lost in sensation
is found within time
snowflakes creating
rhythm and rhyme.
The sensation of love
may fade in a storm
but still find peaceful
as God’s will is born.
There may be pauses
in times destination
that creates echoes
lost in sensation.

©By Bill Pearce
Apr 20,  2021

Into The Void

Waters of whispers
speak many words
so silently rippling
as timeless infers.
Seeming as dreams
connecting a phase
moments becoming
as a passing of days.
For into the void
so many will seek
to find now again
a certain drumbeat.
One with rhythms
as ripples in time
sequenced together
deep within mind.
Forming moments
in waters of blue
as a lake of scenes
in a dreamers view.
Seasons reflections
are found as peace
while into the void
gives ripples release.
Creating perspective
eyesight employed
scenes within scenes
well into the void.

©By Bill Pearce
Apr 21,  2021

Glimmers of Peace

Windows of moments
might open wide
giving us glimmers
of what that’s inside.
Formed in a breath
time becomes found
glimmers of peace
as sky to the ground.
Seasons of scenes
might display a time
found within passion
of memory’s mind.
Glimmers of peace
as a painted array
that’s just a picture
of a so distant day.
Thinking of a dream
a wish to come true
that’s of the past
still living with you.
It might be a sight
of a fisherman’s pier
a place you recall
of a so distant year.
Looking at a picture
it seems to release
so many memories
glimmers of peace.

©By Bill Pearce
Apr 22,  2021

Just a Story

Visions of a time
words of a phrase
can be just story
of magical days.
Life is a picture
or a photograph
as words written
in future or past.
Time is a stage
actors in place
often as a story
that we embrace.
So many views
are but only eyes
seen as a dream
of cloudy skies.
You might find
a bridge of desire
seen just a story
more to admire.
Yet as time grows
life brings a path
seen as doorways
shadows to cast.
Look for windows
clearly to find
more than a story
to peace of mind.
Yet you will also
maybe only see
times just a story
that is history.

©By Bill Pearce
Apr 22,  2021

Midsummer Moon

Sounds without sound
sung with a glance
can become the sight
of a midsummer dance.
Scenes within the sky
are as an afterglow
the moon shines bright
as it puts on a show.
A midsummer moon
gives ways to impart
true love as a venture
to dance in your heart.
It creates a doorway
to a magical time
as a midsummer moon
lives on in the mind.
We each have a gaze
as our very own view
as a midsummer moon
lives on in me and you.
It thrives as a rhythm
of a beating array
scenes as a heartbeat
to a wondrous display.
This sight is a blessing
that comes so attune
as it speaks softly
a midsummer moon.

©By Bill Pearce
Apr 23,  2021

for Apr 24,  2021

Seconds are minutes
in form of time’s connections
creating hours.

Limitless viewpoints
are within a dreamer’s dream
forming adventures.

Life is as magic
as it pulls rabbits from hats
amazing our eyes.

Seasonal journeys
are as pathways perceptions
filled with desires.

Living for right now
can become troublesome times
as the minutes pass.

Legions of problems
often follow dirty deeds
created by you.

Scenes we remember
become shadows in our mind
seeming illusions.

Trials of today
can become as our teachers
or as our burdens.

Beyond our todays
tomorrow is yet to come
so just do your best.

Breathing deeply
you might smell the aromas
of roses of style.

Years become echoes
as we remember the days
within our pictures.

Sentimental times
can often become nightmares
if not meant to be.

Change creates doorways
with mirrors to look into
to see who we are.

Passion of a style
can often prevent changes
that you are needing.

Yesterday’s wantings
might become as happy things
we’re glad not to have.

Thriving breaths of air
might be but only windows
within perception.

Believing in ghost
does not prove their existence,
but it opens doors.

Seasons come and go
creating time’s memories
that live on and on

Many forms of life
may be things we cannot see,
but they do exist.

Living as a flame
we may seem as a candle
flickering in life.

Flavors of a dream
can often be distasteful
and become nightmares.

Seasons in the sun
live on in our memories
that time’s recorded.

©By Bill Pearce
Apr 24,  2021

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