Days Become Years


Hello my friends

The passed week has been pretty good,
but I’m paying for over doing it on the
mowing LOL.  My body is recovering
very slowly from it.  I have a problem
with not being able to stop until I have
finished,  but the problem with that is
it’s usually my body that is finished and
not what I am doing LOL.  I guess the
price for getting old huh.  My daughter
called me today/Sunday to wish me a
happy Fathers Day.  My voice though
was rather struggled being I was still
suffering from my mowing and all of
the bugs and grass that I might have
swallowed LOL.  If it had been a windy
day like it was the other time I mowed
I would not of had the problem as the
wind tended to blow the bugs away and
the grass wasn’t as bad either.  Oh well,
I’ll survive.  Our one and only neighbor
is weed eating around his house at this
very moment.  I’m glad I got done with
our mowing and weed eating.  It’ll give
my old body a chance to recover.  Judy
and I have decided to go mini golfing
this week.  I can’t wait.  I’m sure we’ll
take a ton of pictures as we did the last
time we went.  We have sort decided to
go more than one time this year,  being
when we went the other time the only
time we went was for my birthday.  We
found that we loved playing mini golf 🙂
So we may go mini golfing a few times
this year.  It doesn’t cost that much and
it’s fun for a couple of us old people to
do without too much effort.  They do
have benches at each hole to sit and
rest LOL.  Yep,  we also have plans
on doing some picture taking drives.
We didn’t do much other than when
my daughter and granddaughter came
up last October.  I’m hoping that they
make it up here to see us again soon.
The boys are doing well.  Judy and I
took them for a little field trip last
Thursday and they had a blast.  I had
mowed us a little path to go out and
Benny loved that.  Unlike Rocky,  he
is not that fond of running through
the tall grass.  The funny thing is that
Rocky does not like to go off of the
steps to potty in the tall grass LOL.
Go figure.  Rocky especially hates
to go out if the grass is wet or it is
raining,  but then even Benny hates
the rain.  I can sort of understand
why they don’t like the wet grass.
It does feel yucky on my bare feet,
so I can imagine that it feels worse
on theirs,  but they have to do their
business outside LOL.  That’s the
rules.  So what else has gone on at
the Pearce’s Place that is worth me
telling ya about?  Well,   Judy’s big
sister Barbara is home now and the
doctors are going to try radiation
in hopes to slow down the cancer
to give her more time.   I pray to
God that they are successful.  God
has watched over Judy and I and
kept us from harms path or at least
what He knew we could not handle.
Thank You God for all that You do
and I all that You have done for us
as the days become years.  We are
grateful for the many blessings we
have received.  AMEN and AMEN.
Now I do believe that it is time for
me to read back on all that I have
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 like to call RECOLLECT VILLE.
I though think I may have found
a decent title just a few lines back
and now after checking I see that
it has not been used yet,  so used
it shall be.  Here goes…

Days Become Years

Life is as doorways
swinging in the wind
as time’s bestowing
scenes that transcend.
Becoming as echoes
a memory’s delight
sought as a window
daylight and night.
Days become years,
time becomes gold
while many blessings
may gently unfold.
Displaying patterns
of a memoirs words
time becomes seen
as a flock of birds.
Flying in the sky
as Heavenly sights
God gives passages
a moment excites.
Bringing us blessings
a heartbeat endears
as time becomes life,
days become years.

©By Bill Pearce
Jun 20,  2021

Well,  there ya go.  I hope ya liked the
poem and maybe even a little of my on
going rambling 🙂  Hopefully I put a lil
smile on your face.  I haven’t much else
to tell you other than what all I tell you
most every week and that is,  I wrote a
few more poems and haiku.  Yeppers
10 more poems,  but this time there are
4 Christmas poems in the mix HoHoHo.
I also wrote 22 haiku for all the haiku
lovers out there.  I surely hope you can
find 1 or 2 of either or both that you
like.  With that said,  I guess it’s time
for me to start my search for that hardly
elusive off switch,  but not before I wish
all of the dads a happy Father’s day and
for you all 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 and I
use the term hide loosely as it sucks at
hiding hehehe.  Looking around the
room in its old hiding spots.  LOL I’m
even looking at the light switch on the
wall to see if it is attempting to overlay
it,  but nope,  but then while looking
over that way I happened to see a bit
of movement atop of our portable AC.
Yep,  there ya sit thinking I would not
look back there LOL.  You need to
learn how to hide,  but then if you ever
do get good at hiding,  it might make
my sharing my journal become a long
winded episode,  so keep it up hehehe.
Gotcha,  see ya CLICK zzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

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 🙂

Passing Prayers

Times and places
connect our minds
as the passing of
scenic designs.
Prayers of seasons
prayers for peace
joining together
to give us release.
Minutes may form
a union of hearts
joined together
as hope imparts.
Maybe as scenes
with waters waves
prayerful unison
for passing days.
Displaying scenes
that life impairs
which were healed
by passing prayers.

©By Bill Pearce
Jun 15,  2021

Sublime Destinies

Change is a moment
a pathway of eyes
seen by so many
as where’s and why’s.
Flowing like a river
as waters may pour
sublime destinies
might seem demure.
Playful as heartbeats
flowing like wine
so many destinies
are only in the mind.
Looking within you
there may be a glow
a destiny of wantings
as a river may flow.
Let your heart glisten
and let it to shine
the fabulous destinies
you see in your mind.
Don’t let your health
to be a sad breeze,
but let it to create
sublime destinies.

©By Bill Pearce
Jun 15,  2021

Within a Snowball

Within a memory
within a time
minutes creation
live within mind.
Within a window
within an door
time gives a way
for life to explore.
Within a passion
within a page
life is a snowball
of age unto age.
Within a portal
within a heart
two will connect
as mindful art.
Within a turnstile
seasons stand tall
within a memory
within a snowball.

©By Bill Pearce
Jun 16,  2021

Mounds of Snow

Christmas cheer
as seasons sight
mounds of snow
so fluffy white.
These are things
we remember
timeless scenes
within December.
Dreamers dream
of Santa Claus
with so many
oohs and awes.
Mounds of snow
to play within
creating a place
of time and again.
Just like a gift
the snow will fall
to cover the trees
standing so tall.
It all becomes
a scenic show
beginning with
mounds of snow.

©By Bill Pearce
Jun 16,  2021

Winter’s Tracks

We might one day
see tracks so cold
lying in place
of times of old.
They might just be
a distant trail
as winter’s tracks
a timeless tale.
You might recall
a Christmas dream
a time and place
a wondrous scene.
The tracks may be
a mere memory
that lives within
your history.
It might even be
a wishful sight
of winter’s tracks
in snow of white.

©By Bill Pearce
Jun 16,  2021

Sky Peeks Through

Clouds might form
and create a wall
or a ceiling above
that rain may fall.
There is some blue
behind the clouds
that might just be
as daily shrouds.
The clouds drift on
to other places
so often creating
a memoir of faces.
Some look above
and simply gasp
as clouds drift on
slowly and fast.
The wind might be
a speaker of words
showing the sign
of a flight of birds.
Then in a moment
you might see blue
as clouds give way
sky peeks through.

©By Bill Pearce
Jun 16,  2021

Swimming in Sync

Life is a journey
a pathway to swim
as an ocean of time
beginning and end.
Don’t let the waters
to hold you back
sync up and swim
with mindset intact.
Often a ship may
seem to get close
and cause reactions
fear may expose.
Sync up your path
and then carry on
swimming in sync
as a seasonal song.
Let not your worry
to cause you to sink,
find your directions
swimming in sync.

©By Bill Pearce
Jun 17,  2021

Wintery Places

Living for a moment
living for a time
many places as faces
might then unwind.
Becoming a dream
or subsequent sight
in wintery places
that moments unite.
Seasons of words
become as a phase
with wintery places
on cold snowy days.
Christmas awakens
many memories
seasonal moments
as oceans and seas.
Waves of reflections
may form a style
created as a breeze
of a living smile.
Found as snowflakes
Christmastime faces
the season becomes
as wintery places.

©By Bill Pearce
Jun 17,  2021

Illusions Fantasy

Within the clouds
may be a scene
a place that holds
a certain dream.
It might behold
a certain sight
within the frame
of fluffy white.
There may be life
of sudden rain
within the void
that times attain.
A fantasy world
of illusions realm
giving scenes that
may overwhelm.
Clouds that float
across the way
doing their thing
from day to day.
Giving us sights
paintings for free
from near to afar
illusions fantasy.

©By Bill Pearce
Jun 17,  2021

Seeking Santa

Snow of white
within my view
displays a sight
of thereunto.
Two dogs watch
and wait a while
for old Santa
to give a smile.
A HoHoHo
heard up high
flying in the
Christmas sky.
These two dogs
bark and howl
as they’re on
a Santa prowl.
Within the snow
they are waiting
yearning Santa
As snow falls
it creates a time
seeking Santa
sought to find.

©By Bill Pearce
Jun 18,  2021

for Jun 19,  2021

Time is a moment
that many will throw away
for stupidity.

Leaning too greatly
in any times direction
can cause you to fall.

The power of love
has no knowledge of distance,
for love can expand.

Lessons of today
might be added to the tools
we use tomorrow.

Finding a penny
and bending to pick it up
will give exercise.

Leaves of yesterday
might bestow within today
as our memories.

Shadows of our past
may form a reality
within our today.

Seasons of sunshine
become glimmers of hopeful
as an ocean swells.

Retracing footsteps
can uncover the pathway
that you went so wrong.

Trivial doorways
can often become mountains
we think we should climb.

Limits on ourselves
are often but only fear
and not our limits.

Patience is gathered
as many things may arrive
that we cannot change.

Living for a breath
can become much more than that
as the breath expands.

Traveling stories
are often as rubber bands
that may stretch the truth.

The seam in the sky
might be edge of perception
seen as Earth goes round.

Fantasy pathways
may be only in the mind
but live as a dream.

Fuel for a fire
might be as many regrets
that burn on and on.

The winds of a storm
can blow in some sunshine
after it passes.

Need is not needed
when it is confused with want
and becomes our stride.

Letting loose of time
that has passed on from today
can help tomorrow.

Various people
will only respond to death
and not the living.

Pages of our lives
are often found repeated
when we forgot them.

©By Bill Pearce
Jun 19,  2021

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