It Might Move


Hello my friends

It’s been yet another week gone by and
things here at the Pearce’s place haven’t
changed.  We’re still doing the same old
things LOL. Yep,  Judy’s still crocheting
and I’m still writing and designing poetry
pictures.  It seems I’ve gotten started and
am unable to quit LOL.  Oh well,  they
give me something to do that keeps me
out of trouble hehehe.   Judy’s creating
Christmas gifts with her crocheting and
so far she’s got quite a few done.  I may
if I am able to get a new ink cartridge for
my ink jet printer,  print out some of my
poems for picture frames to give to a few
as Christmas gifts.   Heck,  I’m not even
sure that my printer still works,  but I’ll
look on the net when I get paid.  Life
in the fast lane LOL,  yea right.  We are
in the nonchalant slow speed as normal
and only speed up when we need to pass
a troubled area and then we slow back to
a crawl hahaha.  The only time I went
anywhere was when Judy and I went to
Walmart last Tuesday to get a few things
we needed and then stop by to deliver
some Mountain Dews to Judy’s sister
Barbara.  So I did manage to get a few
pictures last week for my stationery :). 
It rained off and on all last week and it
has not ceased,  but it looks as though
it might move on beginning Tuesday
afternoon.  Right now it’s 63 F degrees
with the high supposed to be near 71 F.
It’s supposed to be in the mid 70’s all
week long.  Yep,  the temperature has
already begun cooling down for us up
here and I love that.  I’m probably the
only one up here that loves the snow 🙂
I hate the ice and the slush,  but I love
the snow.  It’s too bad that it can’t just
snow and then become water eluding the
ice and slush that causes many accidents
such as slipping and sliding.  I believe
more people would like snow if it were
not for the ice and slush that follows 🙂
I do though think every season has its
downfalls,  some more obvious than
others,  but none the less downfalls.
No matter,  I’m happy that the weather
has cooled down.  I wouldn’t be sad if
it were to stay the same as it is right now
for a few months 🙂 as the grass is not
growing so quickly which means I don’t
have to mow as much,  but I am aware
that the temps and the rain and all are
necessary for the farmers and all,  so
I’m glad it’s not how I would like it 🙂
I do miss Texas,  being that is where I
was born and raised,  but with my many
health issues that I’ve acquired through
the years,  I could not survive the heat
of summers in Texas.  I do though miss
my family and friends.  Although it’s
seeming as though that many of the
ones that I had called friends were not
anything but leaches and liars,  but I
do have a few people that I still call my
friends and some I even consider as my
family.  I have received many blessings
in my life and I am so very thankful
for them all.  Some of them at the time
seemed more like gifts from Hell,  but
turned out to be what I needed to get
me through life.  Thank You God for
all that You have done for me and my
family and all that I am sure You will
do.  Now,  I do believe it is time for me
to be reading back over all that I have
written here,  to see if I can find me a
good word or phrase that will work 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 near a third
of the way into the beginning of my
rambling and now after checking I see
that I have not used it yet,  so used
it shall be.   Here goes…

It Might Move

Standing firmly
holding ground
life might find
a way around.
It might move
and then begin
blowing breezes
like the wind.
So when standing
firmly in place
you may want to
seek God’s grace.
For oh so often
we fail to see
the truth of life
in you and me.
Let your footsteps
find their groove
as things change
and it might move.

©By Bill Pearce
July 25,  2021

Well,   there ya go.  I hope you liked the
poem and maybe even my rambling LOL.
I still ask for prayers for my sister in law
Barbara.  She is hanging on as the doctors
do all that they can do to help her to deal
with the cancer.  Prayers do help,  so send
them to her.  Now,  what else is there that
need to tell ya?  It seems that I’ve said it
all except what I tell you every week and
that is,  I wrote a few more poems and
haiku.  Yeppers,  I wrote 10 more poems
and 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 do believe it’s time for me to begin my
search for that hardly elusive off switch,
but not before I wish you a wonderful
blessings filled week.  Remember,  Jesus
loves you and we do too.  Okey dokey,
so where can that dad burned off switch
be trying to hide this time???????????
LOL I see ya you silly thing.  Trying to
hide under my watch batteries might of
worked if they were not lying flat on the
table and still in the package.  You did
a lot of flipping and flopping hehehehe.
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 🙂

Watery Ways

The smallest river
flows thereunto
creating voices
ripples of blue.
Seen for a time
a passing glance
the watery ways
are as romance.
The river flowing
speaks of a sound
a time and place
upon the ground.
Rippling essence
as motion bestows
waters perception
the way it flows.
Creating sights
that cast a dream
as watery ways
a river or stream.
Life is a pageant
creating a phase
often as rivers
and watery ways.

©By Bill Pearce
July 19,  2021

Tiny Thoughts

Within a mind
a country house
might bestow
a country mouse.
It might behold
timeless scenes
held in a place
as scenic dreams.
A tiny thought
that came to be
moments within
a place to see.
Thinking of time
as just but a face
we may perceive
a life’s embrace.
Times we count
might transcend
as an old house
a timeless friend.
It might hold fast
lands of the lost
found in shadows
as tiny thoughts.

©By Bill Pearce
July 19,  2021

Memories Begin

Life as echoes
becomes a phase
many memories
summers days.
A watermelon’s
a summer treat
a season’s dream
real good to eat.
It comes to life
with juicy flavor
as a memory
so many savor.
Sitting eating it
spitting seeds
gives a rendition
summer succeeds.
Found as a time
that came to you
living memories
are now the view.
Times heartbeats
beating as one
with one another
in summer’s sun.
Enjoy friendship
as a gentle wind
as summer ends,
memories begin.

©By Bill Pearce
July 20,  2021


We might be seen
as silly to some
we fuss and fight
and act so dumb.
Ones may watch us
stumbling about
from so faraway
they hear us shout.
We might see them
flying all around
watching us daily
while looking down.
They may wonder
why ones abuse
while they continue
to light the fuse.
We look the same
within their view
and they wonder
about me and you.
We so often search
from day to day
for the answers
looking so faraway.

©By Bill Pearce
July 20,  2021

Thriving Hearts

Watching times
reflecting scenes
our life becomes
as living dreams.
Seasons echoes
enhance a mind
thriving hearts
of life’s design.
We might reflect
on a daily pier
waters beneath
year after year.
Memories find
new perspective
within the times
of our collective.
Feet may dangle
within the phase
thriving hearts
of distant days.
Creating gifts
our time imparts
all the words of
thriving hearts.

©By Bill Pearce
July 21,  2021

Stillness of Time

There might be
a stage depicted
within a stillness
times conflicted.
Seeming so still
yet moving a bit
time finds a way
to surely commit.
Creating pictures
unique in style
within a moment
that gives a smile.
Seconds tick on
as time slips away
that seem so still
in a daily display.
Many moments
of life’s design
might seem like
a stillness of time.

©By Bill Pearce
July 21,  2021

Written To Read

Flowers of summer
might be as weeds
seen as a moment
from timeless seeds.
Written in turnstiles
a pathway we find
words of a summer
in a distant mind.
The time unleashes
stages to admire
written to read
as a time to inspire.
Words as the wind
found as a stage
seasoned of the sun
from age unto age.
Timeless reactions
are found in a seed
a season of summer
is written to read.

©By Bill Pearce
July 22,  2021

Life Stood Fast

Created in patterns
time finds a way
to seem as illusions
in each passing day.
Maybe of colors,
or maybe of a time
life creates journeys
to live in our mind.
Standing in shadows
stood by a door
a living perspective
might shine to adore.
Allowing our vision
to look on beyond
and see the blessings
of dusk unto dawn.
The colors uniting
that may not last,
but be as memories
when life stood fast.

©By Bill Pearce
July 22,  2021

Skimming Across

Sometimes days
might seem askew
from time to time
within thereunto.
Skimming across
some daily waves
might give sights
for ones to gaze.
You may stumble
you might splash
within the waves
a certain thrash.
Riding the waves
of then and there
might evolve to
who knows where.
Let the waters
of now and then
to give blessings
hearts transcend.
Find the lessons
gained from loss
that were learned
skimming across.

©By Bill Pearce
July 23,  2021

Tomorrow’s Dream

Stood fast in time
life might display
a time and place
with another day.
Becoming memoirs
of yet another view
tomorrow’s dream
might live in you.
It might consume
your every thought
with what you had
and now have not.
Dreaming of scenes
that flow as waves
in a sea of time
within distant days.
Your minds eye may
see many a scene
found deep within
tomorrow’s dream.

©By Bill Pearce
July 23,  2021

for July 24,  2021

Things are only things
until they’ve got a purpose
that’s necessary.

Stages we set up
are often just temporary
times we interweave.

The leaves on the trees
are as voices in the wind
as they utter words.

Flavors of a dream
touch the tastebuds of the soul
that may give us hope.

When stirring about
you might discover moments
that you had forgot.

Independent minds
can be combined together
to become stronger.

Life in the fast lane
might become much destruction
that ends your journey.

Belief in yourself
can unlock many doorways
that are good and bad.

Beyond yesterday
is now and the choices made
to find tomorrow.

Windows and pathways
are as journeys encountered
to see and walk through.

Legions of heartbeats
are found within a lifetime
that we may not know.

Sometimes our thinking
can create many problems
that are not problems.

Traditional ways
often incur some changes
due to ones passing.

Teachers of a time
might exhibit many flaws
that gave us lessons.

Grading on the curve
is what many choose to do
to find them a friend.

Looking through glasses
that belong to another
can become blurry.

Challenges in life
can make us much more stronger
or show weaknesses.

Some that we call friends
are but only passing ships
that may be pirates.

Taking a picture
can harness a memory
to relive later.

Within many hearts
might be effluent pathways
that are only trash.

Breaking a promise
to ones that you truly love
can find end to trust.

Glancing over seas
you might see many a wave
that’s saying hello.

©By Bill Pearce
July 24,  2021

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