Scenery Becomes Magical


Hello my friends

How was your Thanksgiving? I know that there are
many in Canada that celebrated it in October so I hope
you had a great one as well. Christmas is soon to be
upon our doorsteps. Are you ready? We’re not, but I
guess it’s coming anyways hehehe. Judy and I haven’t
done hardly any shopping, but then, that’s not what it
is about, is it. The reason for the season tends to get
lost in the wallets of many. Hehehe our wallets are as
empty as can be so that ain’t a problem for us hehehe.
So it’s on with the journal. The weather over this way
hasn’t been too bad. It snowed Wednesday, but it’s
all gone now. Yet, I’m sure we will be getting a lot
more of that white stuff real soon LOL. It never fails.
Those of you that read this journal on Sunday might
be noticing right about now that I have begun writing
it a little later in the day than I had been doing in the
past hehehe. Hey, Judy’s home all the time now, so
I have to work it in to the new schedule 🙂 hehehehe.
We’re both night owls and we stay up all night long
watching TV and all now that she’s unemployed and
trying to get on SSD. It might be a long wait for her
to get on SSD though, but we’ll survive for while off
of mine. God has never let us down. We’ve let our
own selves down time to time with wanna and greed,
but God has never let us down. I believe it’s time
for another topic hehehe. Today Judy and I might
play another one of our hidden object games hehe.
We finished the one we were playing yesterday 🙂
We like hidden object games and adventure games,
because we can play them together on my computer.
I’ve got the largest PC monitor hehe, plus there’s
not room enough for both of us to play in front of
her computer. Well, not much has changed here
at the Pearce’s household. The days are seeming
to blend together with the none changing schedules.
Hehehe, not complaining, but I often have to check
to see what day or month it is LOL. This January
I’ll be adding what year to that repertoire hehehehe.
Yep, it’s quite exciting around these parts, NOT.
Yet, we do manage to keep each other entertained.
Most people up here think I’m crazy for wanting
the snows to begin, but hey, I’m a Texan and I
still love to play in the snow and watch the white
snowflakes floating from the skies. The scenery
becomes magical as it paints the valleys and trees
with the essence of white. Hehehe, shouldn’t we
have white pools of water when the white snow
melts LOL? I know, don’t get smart with me 🙂
I know it’s just the oxygen caught in the crystals
that makes the snow appear as white. I can ask
dumb questions if I wanna LOL. I do thank God
for the scenes that appear right before my eyes
as the snow lands in its billows upon the ground.
I can look around and see His artwork all around
me. The clouds with their formations paint many
pictures that only Lord God has the talent for. Try
and find as many of God’s paintings as you can
today and let your worries to subside. Enjoy all
of His artwork. Now I believe it’s time for me to
be taking a trip back through all that I’ve written
here to see if I can find a good word or phrase
that might work for the title for today’s brand new
poem. So, it’s away I go to that little place of my
recollection, I like to call RECOLLECT VILLE.
I do believe I might of stumbled upon a good title
just a little ways back in my writing. I hope I can
write something that makes sense using it hehe.
Here goes nothing…..or not LOL!

Scenery Becomes Magical

The pictures that we find
in the paintings of each day
could become a porthole
to the scenes that swish and sway.
The scenery becomes magical
as seasons change and turn
giving us the blessings
that Lord God gave to discern.
Oh so many moments
in our daily minutes fare
we might find our viewpoints
without any love and care.
Search to find the blessings
that Lord God has gave to view
and then see the wonders
that are surely daily true.
The scenery becomes magical
as snowflakes fall and land
as they help some children
make a snowman that can stand.
Look at all the magical things
that live within each day
and enjoy the minutes seen
before they go away.

©By Bill Pearce
Nov 27, 2011

Okie dokie hehehe, there ya go! I hope you enjoyed
my rambling and maybe even the poem. I guess I need
to hurry and finish this so I can wake Judy and fix her
and I some much belated breakfast hehehe. Yeppers
it’s 4:49 PM and she’s still asleep. She’s gonna be up
all night again tonight LOL. Oh well, we do like to
watch the late night old reruns. An update on Judy’s
sister Barbara. She’s doing well, but in weakened
state due to all of the cancer treatments. Please keep
her in your prayers. Love ya Barb. Ok with that
said I guess it’s time for me to be telling you what I
tell you every week and that is I wrote some more
poems. Yeppers 10 more poems with four of them
Christmas poems. Also 22 more haiku for all of my
haiku lovers out there. Now with that said I need to
be searching for that old off switch, but not before
I wish you most wonderful belated Thanksgiving
and safe and God filled week. Remember, Jesus
loves you and we do too. Now to find that freaking
off switch that is often hidden in the dumbest places.
Found ya, hiding in my bad ear thinking I wouldn’t
notice hehehe. Gotcha, see ya CLICK zzzzzzzzzzz.

God bless from Bill and Judy Pearce

Now on with the poems and haiku
10 and 22 hehehehehehehehehe 🙂

A True Friendship

A true friend is someone
that will always be there
no matter what happens
when time seems unfair.
Often a true friend
will fall on their face
when troubles come
in a minutes abase.
A true friend is someone
that will surely call you
when you are needing
someone to talk to.
Yet they’re forgiven
when they have forgotten
to call you up
when you’re feeling rotten.
To have a true friend
you need to be one
also there giving
to ones that have none.
Then a true friendship
will be in place
gathered with blessings
that comes from God’s Grace.

©By Bill Pearce
Nov 22, 2011

Christmas Cheer

Seasons changing
brings to view
things now with a
whitish hue.
Mornings risen
from the night
with a wondrous
winters sight.
Moments blessings
white as snow
that remind of
Santa’s sleigh bells
will endear
all the sounds
of Christmas cheer.
Seasons paintings
that are hung
soon are all
the songs we’ve sung.
Sweet reminders
of the past
come then as a
shadows cast.

©By Bill Pearce
Nov 26, 2011


New arrivals
that we see
might remind
of history.
Segments counted
as arrived
might be what
that had survived.
Often seconds
said and done
are reflected
one by one.
New arrivals
might be found
as a timeframe
going around.
So if troubles
seem returned
look to see if
they are earned.

©By Bill Pearce
Nov 26, 2011

Letters To Santa

Letters to Santa
from children of time
are written sweetly
for presents to find.
A little girls dolly
or truck for a boy
written to Santa
to fill them with joy.
Letters all gather
at Santa’s work shop
as they have made it
to their final stop.
Santa reads sweetly
all that they wished for
a toy train for Jimmy
and for Jane a doll car.
Each letter’s written
with crayon or pencil
sent to old Santa
of wintertime’s tinsel.
At his fine workshop
old Santa will find
gifts filled with blessings
with wondrous design.
Built by the elves
just hammering away
building the presents
for soon Christmas Day.

©By Bill Pearce
Nov 26, 2011

Our History

Life of ages
counted true
brings the essence
scenic hue.
Time is printed
in our minds
as the stages
of mankind.
Life is sometimes
found displayed
as the mistakes
that we’ve made.
Lives of sorts
from pages turned
give to us
the things discerned.
Also things
we might not see
will become
our history.

©By Bill Pearce
Nov 27, 2011

The Rolling of Waves

The deepest seas
of heartfelt waves
bring to beaches
great displays.
Found by sunrise
waves roll in
bringing heartbeats
to begin.
It’s the depth of
seas of time
that display
a great design.
With the rolling
waves we view
different blessings
then come true.
Found momentous
in the morning
the day rolls on
with time adorning.

©By Bill Pearce
Nov 27, 2011

Then Christmas Started

This season’s bringing
thoughts very dear
found through the meanings
of God so sincere.
He sent us Jesus
through His Only Grace
to show us blessings
then found on His Face.
This very season
so many lose true
how that the reason
Jesus loves me and you.
Often the meanings
lose their design
when ones forget
what’s true Christmastime.
This is the moment
that’s counted for One
to do what truly
none other could of done.
It’s not the presents
or money we spend,
it’s about how
Jesus saved us from sin.
He came as a baby
then grew to a man
to show us truly
He does understand.
God didn’t have to,
but truly He knew
that we would need His
Jesus Christ view.
So He on that day
so very long ago
gave us His Blessings
with Jesus to show.
Then Christmas started
the month of December
for us to try to
always remember.

©By Bill Pearce
Nov 27, 2011

Sundial Dreams

Minutes shadows
count the view
sundial dreams
of there and to.
Patient portions
of the day
come and go
and fade away.
Sundial dreams
of here and there
display many
seconds prayer.
Seen as sometimes
faded sun
sundial dreams
are then begun.
Counting moments
shadows play
with the minutes
of each day.
Minutes essence
then are found
sundial dreams
of sight and sound.

©By Bill Pearce
Nov 27, 2011

Heavens Breath

Breathing of heartbeats
comes as a scent
as Heavens breath
and all it’s intent.
Seeming as sometimes
scented with fear
while we are wanting
love to endear.
When Heavens breathing
minutes to gain
God knows we’re ready
for then to attain.
With Heavens breath
we might misconceive
how that a moment’s
needing to leave.
Often our journals
written in mind
speak only wishing
for dreams we can find.
So allow Heavens
breath so to be
all that God’s truly
given for free.

©By Bill Pearce
Nov 27, 2011

Turning of A Page

Soon the day
will be as laid
with the truth
of Christmas made.
Scenic glory
found on cue
with the sight of
Santa too.
All the colors
will be seen
with some red
and blue and green.
Soon the music
that we hear
will be sung
like yesteryear.
Songs of Jesus
and His love
and a song of
two white dove.
The twelve days
of Christmastime
will be heard as
a sweet rhyme
The days will be
as distant seas
displayed with
a winters breeze.
Soon that day
will be on stage
with the turning
of a page.

©By Bill Pearce
Nov 27, 2011

for Nov 27, 2011

The lights of morning
sometimes show what’s mistaken
and leave a bad taste.

A simple error
might be the needed moment
to move you along.

Looking out windows
could leave you lost in dreamland.
Keep a grip on life.

Yesterdays shadows
are only our memories
unless they’re in stone.

Looking for answers
might find you with more questions
with some confusion.

Painted memories
are as colors we have seen,
sometimes misconceived.

A letter of love
needs not be written in ink,
but written in truth.

With yesterdays past
comes glimmers of destiny
with hope for today.

Egos illusion
paints a surmounted picture
of maybe not true.

Listless confusion
creates troubles deep within
that patience could prevent.

Beyond a moment
lies a heartbeat of minutes
waiting to be seen.

Many with problems
think no one else has problems
and they are dead wrong.

Life is a story
that many read day to day
while seeking the end.

Read the many words
in the days that come and go
and don’t get antsy.

The leaves have fallen
leaving only evergreens
displayed through winter.

A line on a face
might display someone’s journey
that lives on inside.

Sometimes tomorrow
holds our fear of the unknown
preventing our today.

Lengthy discussions
will often lose perception
of the listener.

Tomorrows doorway
needs yesterday and today
to display the path.

A dreamers minute
might last for an eternity
leaving them empty.

With hurried wanna
comes portions of deception
that might end in pain.

Fictional promises
will destroy all that is good
and end in despair.

©By Bill Pearce
Nov 27, 2011

God bless from Bill and Judy.
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