Times That We Fell


Hello my friends

It’s looking to be a rainy day today as
the clouds  come floating through.  Yep
it’s springtime.  I love the rain.  I love it
when it rains and there’s thunder and
lighting.  That’s the stuff that helps me
to write and also to relax.  Yes of course
I love snow too,  for it also has a way of
delivering peace to my heart and mind.
Anyways,  its those things along with the
sunny days and all the changes that help
me to think and create.  A versatile mind
comes from a variety of existence.  So on
with my rambling LOL.  Benny was able
to get in to see the vet Thursday morning
early about his bad teeth and they had
to extract 10 teeth.  Of course being  dogs
have 42 teeth,  he still has 32 so he will be
OK.  He has already begun chewing stuff.
LOL Think of it,  we as human have only
32 teeth,  or at least the ones that have
not had them pulled or what not hehehe.
They also found that Benny is diabetic
as his blood sugar was at 400,  so the lil
guy is now on insulin and they prescribed
a couple of prescriptions to help him to
heal from the teeth extraction’s.  He has
arthritis and we’re giving him shots for
that as well as his diabetes.  Poor little
guy.  You can tell he takes after his mom
and dad  LOL.  Judy has the diabetes
and I have arthritis and missing teeth 🙂
We’re one big happy family hehehehe.
Benny has one more vet visit coming this
Thursday for a glucose reading and such,
but other than that our week is not that
eventful.  Of course we’ll be heading to
town to get some groceries that we’ve
run out of,  but not much other than
that.  It’s supposed to rain Wednesday
and we can use the rain,  being we are
on well water 🙂  I love it out here in
the country.  I hated living in the city
being that you have very little privacy
in the city.  There are some problems
with living in the country though such
as town is 8 miles away and the Pizza
Hut will not deliver this far out of town.
Bummer LOL.  Oh well,  there’s good
and bad in any view.  It just depends
on how we’re viewing it.  We can look
for the good or nit-pick on the bad that
is often just a moment.  Life is a mixed
up bundle of moments good and bad
that work for one another,  for without
the bad,  the good often goes unnoticed.
Yep,  we might hate all those miserable
times that we fell on our face,  but they
might of been needed to teach us. I’ve
fell on my face more times than I can
count hehehe.  So I use my mistakes
as words for poetry 🙂  God has pulled
me through each problem and helped
me to become stronger,  maybe not in
health,  but in mind.  God’s hands are
always over us protecting us from the
evils that could do us harm.  He knows
what we can handle and sends help to
us when He sees we are in dire need of
a helping hand.  We’re very thankful
for all of the angels and spirits that
watch over us and guide us.  Thank
You God for always knowing what’s
best for us and being there for us 🙂
AMEN.  Now I do believe it’s time
for me to be taking a little trip back
through all that I’ve written here to
see if I can find me a good word or
phrase that I can use for the title of
today’s new poem.  So it’s away I go
to that place of my recollection that
I always like to call RECOLLECT
VILLE.  I think I may have found
a fairly decent title near the halfway
mark of my rambling and now after
checking I see that it has not been
used yet,  so used it shall be today.
Here goes…

Times That We Fell

So many problems
found hand to hand
might seem a beach
without any sand.
Oceans of hopeful
can often be scenes
with empty wells of
nightmarish dreams.
Formed perspectives
our times interweave
can be of the greater
if we will believe.
Losing negativity
and finding the good
the times that we fell
we misunderstood.
Seeing the lessons
we learned from pain
finding the rainbow
that’s after the rain.
Open your eyes up
on life’s carrousel
and find the lessons
in times that we fell.

©By Bill Pearce
May 2,  2021

There ya go 🙂  I hope you liked the poem
and maybe even my rambling a little bit 🙂
The clouds have cleared up a little bit or
at least it seems like it by my view outside.
It’s 57 F degrees right now and supposed
to get down to 29 F by tomorrow morning.
That’s about all I have for ya other than
what I tell you nearly every week and that
is,  I wrote some more poems and haiku.
Yep,  10 poems with one being a little bit
Christmassy.  Also I wrote 22 more haiku
for all of the haiku lovers out there 🙂  I
hope you are able to find 1 or 2 of either
of both that you like.  So now I believe
it’s time for me to begin my search for
that hardly elusive off switch,  but surely
not before I wish you a truly blessings
filled week.  Remember,  Jesus loves you
and we do too.  Now,  where can that
ornery off switch be trying to hide this
time?  Hmm,  looking in all of its many
regular hiding spots hehehe.  Hmm,  is
there a breeze in here?  I wonder why the
light over my head is swinging.  Oh for
heaven’s sake,  I see ya dangling from
the cheap chandelier LOL.  Almost a
Tarzan moment huh hehehehehehehe.
Gotcha,  see ya CLICK zzzzzzzzzzzzz.

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 🙂

Morning’s Glow

Waves of morning
create a style
a venturous view
sights to compile.
Seen on a beach
waves a crashing
a morning’s glow
is dimly flashing.
Whispering words
of times storybook
a glowing horizon
deserving a look.
A stage is created
as waves rolling in
forming a memory
of time and again.
Search your heart
for a place in time
as a morning glow
that’s oh so divine.
It might be a sight
on a beach faraway
that you remember
of a so distant day.
Find that memory
and let it to grow
becoming real as
a morning’s glow.

©By Bill Pearce
Apr 23,  2021

Train Tracks of Time

Memories upon us
become as a path
train tracks of time
as shadows we cast.
Minutes chugging
as choo choo trains
creating journeys
each second attains.
Becoming artwork
of year after year
train tracks of time
that many endear.
You may see things
that jar your mind
helping you recall
a momentous time.
A time that lives on
in seasons of style
found on the rails
of mile after mile.
An endless journey
to then and beyond
train tracks of time
that go on and on.
Breathing as a life
that seconds pursue
the train becomes
our old and anew.
Memories living
as times intertwine
becoming shadows
train tracks of time.

©By Bill Pearce
Apr 26,  2021

Frosty Memoirs

Wintertime brings
some snowy scenes
frosty memoirs
as seasonal dreams.
Found as minutes
with a holiday song
of Christmas snow
sung on and on.
Wonderful scenes
of magical sights
a seasonal flair
in days and nights.
Holiday moments
become enhanced
created when the
snowflakes danced.
You may perceive
a moment or two
creating sights
that thrive in you.
Wintertime words
of written designs
frosty memoirs
as seasonal rhymes.
You may find that
time transcends
frosty memoirs
four legged friends.
You may see dogs
as true little stars
standing watching
frosty memoirs.

©By Bill Pearce
Apr 26,  2021

Destinations Beyond

Beyond the distant hills
there may be illusions
that times might show
as a life’s confusions.
Predestined journeys
through a timeless door
might be new pathways
that we need explore.
Maybe with reflections
of our yesterdays stride
destinations beyond us
that live deep inside.
Maybe as roadways
with pavement of gray
withered by the miles
of each passing day.
A yellow stripe showing
where you’re to drive
on destinations beyond
where time stays alive.
There may be a sight
that makes you to yawn
which seems as a dream
destinations beyond.

©By Bill Pearce
Apr 27,  2021

Uphill Strolls

Walks of a moment
can become a thrill
even if they seem as
to be more up hill.
The thrill of a climb
or an uphill stride
can create blessings
that live deep inside.
Venturous heartbeats
become as a glance
with an uphill stroll
as a song and dance.
Sung as a reflection
of our inner feelings
as an uphill stroll
beneath sky ceilings.
Green grass of time
might tell of a tale
of days that exposed
what seconds prevail.
Seasons of scenes
created with emotion
walking in a way
that time is an ocean.
Look for the sights
with wonderful goals
blessings from God
as uphill strolls.

©By Bill Pearce
Apr 27,  2021

Desired Reflections

Memories beckon
a time and place
desired reflections
our hearts embrace.
There may be snow
of a small amount
laid on a pathway
telling an account.
Maybe in April
as time melts away
desired reflections
remember a day.
Words of a story
may speak of time
recounting photos
desired sublime.
You may see life
as a friend walking
words of a way
a season is talking.
Telling us a tale
of many directions
found remembered
desired reflections.

©By Bill Pearce
Apr 28,  2021

Raging Waters

Thoughts can expose
a stormy memory
of a time long gone
that is now history.
Raging perspectives
flowing as a time
waters of yesterday
may be as a rhyme.
Seen as reflections
of what lives inside
as raging waters
our baggage applies.
When not letting go
of a time and place
you might discover
an old withered face.
It might have a scar
deep in the skin
raging on and on
beginning to end.
Turn loose the pain
of yesterdays stride
letting raging waters
to no longer reside.

©By Bill Pearce
Apr 28,  2021

Summer of Gold

Waves of morning
crashing ashore
display the sounds
that I so adore.
Sunlight shining
as a perfect star
beaming brightly
from near to afar.
Seasonal sunshine
glistening bright
then by evening
speaking of night.
Telling a story
of timeless tales
as summer of gold
in bright details.
Scenes come alive
as waves roll in
leaving their mark
rolling out again.
Windows of life
so gently unfold
forming a picture
a summer of gold.

©By Bill Pearce
Apr 29,  2021

Spring Awakens

A small bike rider
that time beholds
becomes the view
when life unfolds.
Spring awakens
becoming a view
living memories
timeless so true.
Wheels a rolling
time moves along
spring awakens
a scenery song.
Sung as memoirs
words of a time
a little bike rider
becomes a rhyme.
Written as stories
traveling views
spring awakens
what time ensues.
Minutes passing
becoming a phase
as spring awakens
wonderful days.

©By Bill Pearce
Apr 29,  2021

Hidden Minds

Seasons of sights
hidden and not
unleash desires
a little or a lot.
Stages changing
become a glance
as hidden minds
song and dance.
Time is an artist
painting away
hidden designs
from day to day,
Scenes of life
in a minute scale
becomes a sight
a timeless detail.
Hidden views
a house may be
moments in time
real hard to see.
Seasons of style
wonderful times
might exist in
hidden minds.

©By Bill Pearce
Apr 30,  2021

for Apr 30,  2021

Beneath our anger
there might be an illusion
stoking the fire.

Temptations of life
can become fuel for moments
that we might regret.

Throughout history
time tends to repeat itself
in the things not learned.

A field’s emotions
may seem as nonexistent,
but the grasses tell.

Time is a river
that flows as a moment’s mind
discovering pathways.

Stages of actors
perform in our memories
creating new views.

Trails we discover
might have a few thorns on them
that may slow us down.

Now’s just a moment
that will soon be history
so do your very best.

Open mindedness
allows new ways to view things
that could be better.

Thriving as fire
life can become persistent
igniting more flames.

Flowers of springtime
awaken as winter fades
and loses its grasp.

Lost within nowhere
somewhere is always around
that’s needing a name.

Pages of a book
might have a lot of numbers
the same as our lives.

Thinking too deeply
can unleash many monsters
into your shadows.

Searching for answers
in a question filled array
can create problems.

Windows of our minds
can often need some cleaning,
for filth has cluttered them.

Behind a doorway
might be a hidden monster
in form of your mind.

Trivial troubles
can become mountains in time
if we ignore them.

Many passing clouds
can become as memories
that you imagine.

Limited footsteps
might be from too much caution
and not stepping out.

Now is just a page
in our book of living minds
filled with many thoughts.

Becoming yourself
needs you to step out in life
and learn who you are.

©By Bill Pearce
Apr 30,  2021

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