Our Masks


Hello my friends

Yeppers, it’s me once again with the Pearce
report.  We have been doing well,  although
with the weather changing back and forth it
is messing with my allergies and the ability
to talk.  So I can’t get too loud and but of
course Judy loves that LOL.  If the weather
ever makes up its freaking mind of what it
wants to do,  my allergies should calm down
a little bit and my voice should return.  I’ll
forever be tormented with allergies,  being
I have them year round,  but the constant
weather changes don’t help.  Today’s high
is supposed to be 60 which is what it is at
this very moment.  It’s supposed to rain a
bit this evening on into Monday evening.
One thing I do not miss about Texas is the
hot weather.  We have a little hot weather,
but nothing like Texas and thereabouts in
the southern regions 🙂  Not much has gone
on around this place.  It’s quite the dulls
ville LOL.  Judy went to the Memorial Day
cookout at her daughter’s house Saturday.
I was wanting to go,  but I wasn’t feeling
good and had not gotten any sleep,  so I
stayed home with the dogs.  After I rested
a bit,   I was wishing to God that I had a
way to get to the cook out,  but I had no
car and even if I did,  I wouldn’t of known
where to go.  We’ve only been to Mandy’s
house once since they moved and of course
Judy drove,  so I would not know how to
get there,  because I am always with my
camera taking pictures of the drive.  So it
was just me and the boys/dogs Saturday till
late at night when Judy came home.  I was
almost in tears much the evening.  I wanted
to see everybody, but mainly the grandkids.
I haven’t seen anyone in so very long and
I am feeling left out.  I wish my health was
better and I could travel to Texas to see my
mom,  sister,  daughter and granddaughter
as well as few of my friends.  Oh well.  life
goes on.  I try not to think about all of that
too much and focus on my poetry writing.
So now to find a smile through all of that.
I did write a couple of poems and designed
a couple more poetry pictures yesterday,
but the poems, I think I’ll do as I’ve been
doing for the passed few weeks and post
the extra poems in next week’s ramblings.
LOL yes I know,  I write too much,  but
that is about the only thing that keeps me
sane Mwahahaha.  Judy and I took a little
drive to town/Walmart today to pick up a
few prescriptions and a few much needed
groceries.  We were out of milk and sodas
as well as ice cream LOL.  Anyways,  we
are doing well.  It’s looking like things are
finally getting back to normal up here and
that’s a blessing.  Of course Judy and I will
continue wearing our masks to Walmart
and other places for a while until we are
more sure of how things are going.  We
got our Covid shots better than a month
ago,  but it’s still better safe than sorry.
Living out in the country we don’t see
that many people.  We’ve got only one
neighbor,  but rarely see them.  We see
one that lives in the house behind us, at
Walmart when we go shopping.  She’s
one of the checkers LOL.  So,  yeppers
we live an exciting,  not so exciting life 🙂
God is still watching over us as is also
the many angels and friendly spirits 🙂
We do have our share of bad luck,  but
for the most part life is good.  We are
planning on taking some picture taking
adventures this summer and fall as well
as going up to play miniature golf again.
We had a blast playing miniature golf
last year for my birthday,  but this year
we might go a few times.  I thank God
for all that He has done for us and all
that He will do.  He has surely blessed
Judy and I with each moment that we
have together as well as our families
and these 2 little boys/dogs which we
also consider family.  Thank You God.
Amen and 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 the title for today’s brand new poem.
So,  it’s away I go,  to that place of my
recollection that I always like to call
have found a decent title right 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.  Here goes.

Our Masks

A face may hide
what lives within
as fact or fiction
beginning to end.
We might attempt
to hide the truth
with masks of lies
as a painful tooth.
The truth prevails
as time is passed
for all of the lies
are shadows cast.
For in the light
the truth displays
what all our masks
hid many ways.
Let God guide you
now and again
to tell the truth
let time transcend.
The truth will give
a much better task
than always hiding
behind our masks.

©By Bill Pearce
May 30,  2021

There ya go.  I know the poem’s not great,
but it was what I thought of when I found
the title.  I hope you got something out of
the poem and I also hope you enjoyed my
rambling.  Yep,  I can ramble can’t I LOL.
I did some mowing early last week and
I took a lot of pictures which there will be
in my stationery along with pictures that
Judy took yesterday at the cookout.  So,
for those of you not getting or seeing the
stationery format,  sorry.  Anyways,  I
guess that’s all I have for you.  So,  now I
do believe it’s time for me to be telling you
what I tell you every week and that is I
wrote some more poems and haiku.  Yep,
10 more poems,  but no Christmas poems
this week.  Maybe next week.  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 I think
it’s near the time that I need to begin my
search for that hardly elusive off switch,
but not before I wish you a blessings filled
week and a safe and happy Memorial day.
Remember,  Jesus loves you and we do too.
Okey dokey,  so now to find that ornery
off switch.  Where oh where can that silly
thing be,  that is so bad at hiding from me?
I think I see a little movement behind my
nose spray LOL.  It reminds me about a
silly thing from the past.  Weebles wobble
but they don’t fall down.  Ok so my nose
spray fell over.  It still brought back a few
memories hahaha.  Will you ever learn
to stay still if ya don’t wanna be found?
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 🙂

Living Perceptions

Sands on a beach
design and create
living perceptions
as waves integrate.
Forming passages
windows to wade
just like doorways
to life’s lemonade.
There may be life
as a bird that flies
or one that walks
before our eyes.
Walking so slow
admiring a sight
sandcastles built
that many delight.
Open your eyes
and see the stages
formed before us
from many ages.
Found as a dream
often deceptions
waves bring forth
living perceptions.

©By Bill Pearce
May 22,  2021

Painted Dreams

Colors of time
become our gaze
flavors of life
as painted arrays.
Maybe of flowers
the scenes infuse
scented of paper
we may confuse.
Life’s passages
become as doors
time as paint
our mind adores.
Colors transposed
wonderful scenes
into the style of
painted dreams.

©By Bill Pearce
May 24,  2021

Glittering Trail

 Windows of waves
become a design
that of a heartbeat
an ocean of mind.
Waves speak words
of a timeless view
as the momentum
of an ocean of blue.
Glimmering scenes
in glittering waves
unleash the views
of summer’s arrays.
Many a hoof beat
of a horse’s stride
become the essence
of an ocean ride.
Ridden near waves
on an ocean beach
the minutes unveil
a time within reach.
A horses tail sways
as riders prevail
their ocean journey
on a glittering trail.

©By Bill Pearce
May 24,  2021

Tracking Around

Trains of emotion
chug on with delight
as a life’s locomotion
with changes in sight.
Following the rails
to a so distant view
finds and unveils
what might be anew.
It might be a place
that times unleashed
as a moment or face
for our eyes to feast.
There might be snow
left over from winter
with a seasonal glow
seen front and center.
You may slip a little
on the tracks of time
as your train whistle
takes form in mind.
Take heed the quest
to not fall aground
and look for the best
when tracking around.

©By Bill Pearce
May 24,  2021

Highway of Words

Driving on a journey
to a distant memory
highways can become
a new sight to see.
Words forming time
as echoes of desire
created by emotions
of a heartbeat afire.
Seeing time stirring
an old cooking pot
a highway of words
is a little and a lot.
Spoken as whirring
when tires go around
as stories unfolding
a magical sound.
It begins with time
a moment incurs
creating a storybook
a highway of words.

©By Bill Pearce
May 25,  2021

Still Moving

Moments pass
leaving glimmers
timeless as a
shadow simmers.
Fields of vision
come in view
seen still moving
from thereunto.
Disabled sights
become the gaze
as wheels rolling
wondrous ways.
Not giving up
on how and when
continue moving
like the wind.
Let your echoes
be heard saying
I’m not giving up
as I’m praying.
Even within mind
keep on rolling
trying your best
times unfolding.
Continue on now
not just losing
striving onwards
while still moving.

©By Bill Pearce
May 27,  2021

Casting Wrongly

Seeking waters
ways to wish
to catch a view
of a certain fish.
Needs to look
and see the sight
all that’s wrong
all that’s right.
Yet so often
many cast away
facing wrongly
from day to day.
Don’t let people
to pull you back
and let waters
become black.
Cast your line
out to the waves
and try to catch
the better days.
Let life’s lessons
become a tool
preventing life
as a daily fool.
Seek to not be
casting wrongly
learn to use
the living sea.

©By Bill Pearce
May 27,  2021

Timeless Passages

A moment ripples
as an evening star
reflecting seasons
from near to afar.
Maybe as scenes
echoes of a day
timeless passages
in awesome array.
Maybe as a dream
or season’s illusion
the pages may turn
creating confusion.
We might be seen
as shadows of time
like living passages
of endless rhyme.
Synced as a puzzle
with pieces galore
steadfast as ages
for us to explore.
Seek for a dream
 eyesight can gaze
timeless passages
for the future days.

©By Bill Pearce
May 27,  2021

Prayerful Size

So many prayers
we may not see,
but God is aware
of you and me.
He sees our heart
our daily desires
before we start
our days life fires.
We may not know
He’s looking true
watching us grow
to do what we do.
Yet when we pray
to Him on high
God gives grace
as angels fly.
We may not find
that daily door
we’re wanting in
to then explore.
Size of a flower
can grow beyond
minute and hour
of dusk to dawn.
So take the time
to open your eyes
and kneel to God
a prayerful size.

©By Bill Pearce
May 27,  2021

Life’s Simplicity

Within the waters
of now and again
simplicity thrives
as times transcend.
Forming a window
to then thereunto
of simplistic nature
from old to anew.
Find a perspective
a true blue scene
that lives within
as an ocean dream.
It might be a time
with a certain bay
nearby the ocean
on a summer day.
Breathing gently
the moments attain
a life’s simplicity
as sight of a crane.
It begins with time
that’s uncounted
often as minutes
hours surmounted.
Maybe as ripples
these sights we see
might be a sign of
life’s simplicity.

©By Bill Pearce
May 28,  2021

for May 28,  2021

Resting on laurels
you might find yourself falling
and losing your grasp.

Painting a picture
needs knowledge of the colors
and how they connect.

Changing directions
in the midst of a battle
might confuse you both.

Times territory
is often formed in our minds
as we make puzzles.

Today is a path
that many fail to perceive
and so they stand still.

Waiting for a chance
can be like waiting on air
as breaths pass us by.

Nature enlightens
when we fail to see its worth
as it creates fear.

Doorways to choices
are often muddied by greed
and diminish life.

Counting the minutes
can make time seem forever,
so learn some patience.

Trials encountered
can become tools for later
and then as our strengths.

Now is just a time
that we might let slip away
because we’re busy.

Want is mistaken
for what many think they need
and end up empty.

Tomorrows journey
begins with footsteps today
making the imprints.

The true scent of life
may be a non scented place
with true love within.

The actions of pain
can form a turnstile in life
that leads to lessons.

Thinking of a time
that you really should forget
can create anger.

Love is a lesson
that may continue teaching
after ones are gone.

Listening for teardrops
in the calmness of a storm
you might hear laughter.

A passing storm cloud
might become a work of art
as it floats on by.

Cherished memories
can become tarnished in time
if lies were within.

Fireworks of the mind
can become as spectacles
that we might regret.

Tormented by time
as the seconds move quickly
gray hair might be seen.

©By Bill Pearce
May 28,  2021

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