One Another


Hello my friends

I hope you had a nice passed week and
the weekend went well for ya. It went not
too bad for us.  Judy’s sister is supposed
to be coming home from the hospital in
the next few days,  hopefully Monday 🙂
although her diagnosis is no better and
they see no sense in keeping her in the
hospital being they cannot do anything
for her to prevent the end from coming.
But the way I look at it death is not the
end,  but the beginning of a brand new
life without pain and suffering.  It seems
that the weather has gotten back to the
normal temps thank God.  Today’s high
is 74,  which it is right this moment.  I
am thinking about doing some mowing
tomorrow/Monday.  The grass is growing
quickly due to the many little rains we
have gotten here and there.   It might
rain a little this week according to my
weather program,  but it doesn’t look
as though it will rain much,  but maybe
enough to soak the ground a little bit.
Anyways,  next topic.  I took the boys
for a little stroll in the field while Judy
was in Bangor visiting Barbara at the
hospital last Wednesday and the boys
loved it,  but I do think that maybe
Rocky loved it a bit more than Benny
did,  being it seems Benny’s arthritis
may have been acting up,  but he came
out and sniffed around as he often does.
He has to smell of everything hehehe.
Though when I said lets head back to
the house,  Rocky came running and
smiling all the way.  Benny ran a little
and would stop to smell everything
he has already smelled before.  He did
that for a while. I thought his arthritis
might be slowing him down so I came
and reached down to pick him up and
he almost jumped in my arms and I
carried him back to the house where
Rocky was waiting for us.  I think he
wasn’t in pain, but just wanting me to
carry him LOL.  They both love for
me to hold them and carry them,  but
I cannot hold them both at the same
time 🙂  Yes I took a few pictures of
our little field trip and yes many of
them will be in my stationery LOL.
I am so glad the hot days are gone at
least for now.  I know we might have
a few more days in the above 80’s, but
not many hopefully.  The next few days
and weeks are supposed to be in the
60’s and 70’s 🙂  I love that <3  Yeppers
I can handle that.  Last Friday I went
out to check the mail and took a few
pictures of the boys and a couple of
selfies of my ugly mug hehehe.  I’m
guessing that I could maybe make a
lot of money being a Reverse Stripper.
You know,  people paying me to put
on my clothes LOL.  Just kidding of
course,  being I would never take them
off in public LOL.  It would scare the
animals hehehe.  Off of that sickening
subject and onto another,  hopefully
not that bad LOL.  Well Judy went to
craft night last night/Saturday and was
going to build a tin man using little
tiny buckets,  but none of them were
in craft moods so they talked all night
and Judy finally came home around
midnight 🙂  They are all planning on
making tin men on next months craft
night.  God is still watching over us as
we go from day to day to year to year.
I’m also sure that He has sent many
angels to watch over us and there are
many friendly spirits also watching
over us.  We truly feel blessed to of
found one another and joined our
families together.  Many miles may
separated them,  but love knows no
distance.  Heartstrings can reach the
furthest distances.  Thank You God
for always watching over us as we
encounter struggles in our daily life.
We are always so very thankful for
all that You do for us and all that
You have done.  AMEN and AMEN.
Now I do believe it is time for me
to read 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 little place
of my recollection that I always like
to call RECOLLECT VILLE and it
looks as though I may of found a
decent title about a 3rd of the way
back through my rambling and now
after checking I see that I have not
used that variation of that title yet,
so here goes…

One Another

Days and weeks
months and years
time transcends
hopes and fears.
Scenes become
a journey’s ride
as one another
times abide.
Formed as winds
a blowing breeze
as one another
just like leaves.
Rustling sounds
as leaves will blow
we one another
come and go.
Showing artwork
of our paths
sometimes seeming
a shadow’s cast.
Yet we travel
sister and brother
hopefully loving
one another.

©By Bill Pearce
Jun 13,  2021

There ya go.  I hope you liked the poem
and maybe even a little of my rambling.
I never have a clue to what all I will write
until I begin and then it’s a word game 🙂
Whatever I think of at that moment gets
written aside from all of the gory stuff 🙂
Judy’s headed over to her sister Dena’s
house to meet up with her brother Arty.
She might be gone a few hours,  so it’s
just me and the boys hanging out for a
little bit.  So I guess that’s about all I
have for you other than of course what
I tell you nearly every week and that is,
I wrote some more poems and haiku 🙂
Yep,  10 more poems,  but once again
no Christmas poems.  Maybe next week.
I did though write 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 believe that
it’s time for me to begin my search for
that hardly elusive off switch,  but not
before I wish you all a blessings filled
week.  Remember,  Jesus loves you
and we do too.  Now,  where can that
ornery off switch be trying to hide
this time?????  Um :),  that can’t be
you again hiding behind my glasses,
can it???  You silly thing.  You hid
there a couple of times before and
should know that I can see through
the glass LOL.  Sheesh,  talk about
hiding behind a clean window 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 🙂

God’s Work of Art

The colors of time
created from leaves
become works of art
at first on the trees.
Then as a painting
time comes in view
God’s works of art
so fresh and anew.
Painted as passages
with life unto death
art work of blessings
as that of a breath.
Breathed in softly
moments transpire
creating the beauty
as colors of fire.
Leaves become life
even when they die
as the color green
then says goodbye.
The stage is painted
as moments depart
displaying the style
of God’s work of art.

©By Bill Pearce
Jun 7,  2021

Drifts On

Seconds and minutes
become much more
drifting as moments
as a window or door.
Scenes come to life
as time moves along
leaving the essence
of a seasonal song.
Words are pictures
formed in the mind
as time drifts on
with its own design.
Maybe as a dream
or a time’s mirage
drifting as driftwood
forming a collage.
All joined together
with the living glue
as time drifts on
for me and for you.
Look for the beauty
before it is gone
as time never stops
for it just drifts on.

©By Bill Pearce
Jun 7,  2021

Voices Heard

Living as ghosts
of a time and place
voices may speak
of all they embrace.
They might recall
of a different time
words as a window
to a state of mind.
Heard as the wind
maybe as a breeze
the voices heard
might be at ease.
They may be happy
within the walls
peaceful memories
that time enthralls.
It might be only
within your mind
the voices heard
from time to time.

©By Bill Pearce
Jun 7,  2021

Serenity’s Realm

Clouds of illusion
form as a smile
creating serenity
of a timeless style.
A realm of sights
that comes in view
within a window
of then thereunto.
Blessings of life
as scenic hills
become so alive
as a time instills.
Living moments
form in the clouds
creating serenity
as scenic shrouds.
Transposing time
to a moments helm
creating passion
of serenity’s realm.

©By Bill Pearce
Jun 8,  2021

Dreaming of Passion

Emotional pictures
as portions of flow
can become images
of memoirs show.
Like waves crashing
on a distant shore
dreaming of passion
as moments before.
Counting the ripples
reflections of time
passion becomes as
a memorized mind.
Seen as a doorway
to a time and place
dreams to remember
that you embrace.
Maybe as an echo
of a heartbeat awry
time might unleash
hello and goodbye.
Leaving just a trace
of a certain fashion
found as a window
dreaming of passion.

©By Bill Pearce
Jun 8,  2021

Ages of Art

Various colors
come into view
scenes so alive
fresh and anew.
Autumn’s colors
may find a way
to formulate art
as times display.
Scenes so alive
pages will turn
creating pictures
we can discern.
Paintings of life
seconds become
seasons acquired
new days begun.
Ages of changes
colors impart
creating autumn
the ages of art.

©By Bill Pearce
Jun 9,  2021

Walk Away

When anger comes
don’t let it grow,
by letting words
to fluently flow.
Search within you
and find a place
a moment in time
of a better taste.
Sip upon peaceful
and let it sink in
as you walk away
from certain sin.
Sometimes silence
is better to hear
instead of anger
becoming a tear.
Seek the footing
of a peaceful day
when then in anger
you walk away.

©By Bill Pearce
Jun 9,  2021


Fantasizing places
pictures in the mind
becomes as dreams
scenes time to time.
Scenery’s creation
formed as a sight
a time we imagined
daylight and night.
There may be snow
as dreams come true
within the scenery
of wintertime’s view.
Seen as a dreamery
a subsequent place
formed as illusions
dreamers embrace.
Focus within you
and look all around
and find the beauty
dreams can astound.
An imaginary place
with living scenery
can become as a
timeless dreamery.

©By Bill Pearce
Jun 10,  2021

Sailing Within

A sea of time
a journey forms
as waves of life
often in storms.
Within a sight
the times become
as now and then
new days begun.
Waves of style
create their path
sailing within
a shadowy cast.
Forming a time
a second’s breath
seasonal dreams
with more or less.
A sea of time
may be as wind
blowing briskly
sailing within.

©By Bill Pearce
Jun 11,  2021

Hidden Dreams

Found in clouds
might be a place
a dream a scene
a smiling face.
There may be
a scene’s memoir
written within
a shining star.
It may be views
of timeless skies
hidden dreams
within our eyes.
We might find
an ocean of blue
hidden in clouds
a moment’s view.
Passing sights
timeless scenes
may be moments
hidden dreams.

©By Bill Pearce
Jun 11,  2021

for Jun 12,  2021

Sense of becoming
is our creativity
forming its first breath.

Now is a doorway
that can either be opened
or shut real tightly.

The realms of darkness
are exposed by the glitter
of heavenly light.

Windows illusions
can look like destinations,
but be only lies.

Scenes of a wheatfield
can look like living brushes
tending to the ground.

Forces of nature
become as the designers
that change and create.

The past has a way
of becoming the present
creating a storm.

Songs of a moment
might seem a little off pitch,
but the correct sound.

When burning bridges
do not forget the lessons
or you will rebuild.

Trivial minutes
can make seconds to look large
when they are tiny.

Sentimental times
may become only nightmares
if we do not grow.

Long and awaited
are many of our choices
that we should not choose.

Beyond what is seen
is often the memories
as spirits of time.

Shadows of a dream
might flourish when we’re awake
and create a task.

Life’s variety
is something many don’t see
because of closed minds.

Short sighted vision
may only see the problem
and not the answer.

Doorways to changes
needs ones to release others
to make the changes.

Breathing in a breath
of a disgusting moment
can suffocate you.

Shouting at storms
might only make them larger,
so take them to prayer.

Analogies form
when a few do not agree,
but see some likeness.

Windows of the mind
can become cluttered with dirt
that life has acquired.

With many answers
to but only one question
can cause conundrums.

©By Bill Pearce
Jun 12,  2021

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