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ANIMAL’S GREETINGS

Hello my friends

Here it is another day in a winter sort of way hehehehe. Hey, why
not start off with a rhyme :)!!! So how’ve ya been? Is it looking like
wintertime where you are? It’s feeling like it up here. We’ve had
some snow, but none that stuck or anything. All of the trees have
lost their leaves except for the old evergreens and of course they’ll
look the same as always, green. We are looking to see the winter
snows maybe a little earlier and maybe even a little deeper this year.
Who knows? Not I said tomorrow to today LOL! Well, we had one
heck of a frost this morning. Judy said when she looked out, the
frost was so thick on the car that it looked like snow hehehe. I’m not
in no hurry to begin shoveling snow, but I do always look forwards
to the first good snow. Watching as it floats down in billows is such
a magical beauty. It’s a good thing Judy and I went out when we did
to get all of our fall color pictures hehehe. There are a lot of people
out there right now wishing they had less trees in their yards LOL :).
I just wish my camera would get the same perception of the view as
I see through my eye. Sadly enough, it only captures a portion of all
of God’s beauty. I’m finding myself getting antsy for Christmastime!
How about you? It’s always been a special time of year for me, not
for the gifts from the store, but for the simple feeling it bestows in
my heart. Now it’s time to change topics hehehe. Judy and the crew
are working Monday through Friday each week cleaning up the new
temporary Elm Tree Diner and they are all pooped, being they’re
finding muscles on their bodies that they didn’t know that existed, ouch.
Yep, Judy’s slept with my heating pad once or twice already hehehe.
She is so thankful that when she gets home, she doesn’t have to do
as many of those workers do and that is cook and clean, because I
do all that. So she comes home and hobbles into the PC room and sits.
I’ll let her sit and recoup for a moment and then I’ll ask that deadly
question hehehe, what do ya wanna eat hon? Hehehe I’m gonna get
my label maker out and label everything in the fridge and out with
words such as I don’t know, whatever, I don’t care, whatever’s
easy, and the most often reply, a silent stare hehehe labeled as SS.
Hopefully they will be finished cleaning up the diner soon so it can
be stocked and opened for business. The new diner won’t be ready
until sometime next year being the weather will surely slow down
all of the processes not to mention all of the paper work that needs
to be done long before the building can begin as well as demolition.
Ok, so what else is going on in this part of the world? To be honest,
it looks like things have gone to a winter slow. I think cold weather
slows everybody down LOL. I know it does me. It makes me to just
wanna hibernate. Yet, I cannot. There are things that need to be
done. I am thankful that God gave me the perception that I have
so I can look passed the misery and see the beauty of it all. Many
times though, it’s hard to get out of miseries lane due to all of the
bombardments of problems, but somehow God squeezes in a little
light of hope and it blossoms and grows. Sometimes the little light
at the end of the tunnel looks like a freight train coming my way,
but then God sends an angel attached to the caboose hehehehehe.
It all comes together then. Has God sent you an angel that you
didn’t see until the train passed? The angel could be in form of
a person with a good word and a smile or maybe a bit of scenery
that jumps out and makes you smile. Maybe someone’s generosity.
God’s angels come in many forms. I guess it’s time for me to be
taking my little journey back through all I’ve written to try and
find a good word or phrase that I can use for the title for today’s
brand new poem. So it’s away I go like a snail on turtle’s back
going wheeeeeee hehe. I believe I found a good title. Now let’s
us see if I can manage to write anything worth reading using it.
Here goes, something I hope!!!!!!

Like A Freight Train

Downfalls of patterns
drive us insane
seeming as troubles
like a freight train.
Timeless confusion
might just be seen
as a locomotive
with problems caffeine,
Like a freight train
some times will come
as a misadventure
through setting sun.
People will threaten
your days desires
just like a freight trains
smoke stacks of fires.
Yet surely sometimes
on the caboose
God will send angels
to cut troubles loose.

©By Bill Pearce
Oct 18, 2009

I hope that you enjoyed that and it at least made a little sense
to you. I’ve had my share of freight trains come through my life.
Many times I thought there would never be an end, but there on
the caboose was an angel with peace. Sometimes it’s seemed as
an eternity though LOL! Yeppers, sometimes those old troubles
will seem to have no end, but everything here on Earth does in
fact have an ending unlike Heaven. I find my peace knowing that
this too shall pass. No matter what it is. Time will move on. OK
so it’s time for me to tell you what I tell you every week and that is,
I wrote some more poems and yes some more haikus. I know
many of you do not understand haikus and that’s OK, because not
everybody understands poetry. It takes taking time away from the
moments to perceive and different view. Most of my haiku are just
concepts that my mind formulates and paints as words. Don’t ask
me how I got this gift hehehe. Ask God! I don’t always understand
how I thought of some things. They just come to me as images 🙂
and I write them down. I wrote 10 poems and I accidentally got
carried away and wrote 23 haiku instead of my regular 22, so with
the 12 haiku I wrote for my YoVille messages I have compiled a
grand total of 35 haiku LOL, so ya got a lot to read huh hehehehe.
Now I believe it’s about time for me to be searching to find that old
off switch to stop writing, but before I do that, I must wish you all
a most wonderful week. Remember Jesus loves you and we do too.
Now where is that bloody off switch hiding this time???????????
There you are ya little bugger hehehe. Hiding in the tangles of my
hair won’t save you hehehe. See ya CLICK zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz!

God bless from Bill and Judy Pearce

Now on with the poems
10 and 22 +1 oopsy +12 hehe

If You’re Jumbled

Pieces of puzzles
are seen so askew
when we get sleepy
and do not see true.
Sometimes the minute
may be just a phase
pieces of puzzles
a bit of a gaze.
Sometimes all jumbled
the pieces we see
may turn to fragments
of our history.
Places we go to
and things we find
form all the pieces
that make up our mind.
So if you’re jumbled
and cannot release
pray for Lord Jesus
to give you some peace.

©By Bill Pearce
Oct 16, 2009

Take A Little Minute

Once in a hurry
the minutes we see
may seem as turnstiles
of so much to flee.
When in a hurry
the views all around
may seem as pictures
a little less sound.
So when you feel
the need to just hurry
take a little breath
and pray not to worry.
For if you hurry
with all that you do,
you may just miss
a most wonderful view.
Take a little minute
to breathe in the day
as you then surely
move on your way.

©By Bill Pearce
Oct 16, 2009

Traveled By Dreaming

A window like journey
traveled by view
sometimes is all that
many can do.
Many can’t travel
on through the door
and so they dream of
what all they adore.
Journeys to mountains
valleys and lakes
sometimes a dreamer
is all that it takes.
Sometimes the minutes
to here thereunto
can become ventures
of a wonderful view.
Traveled by dreaming
through windows of time
there is so much
ones can do with their mind.

©By Bill Pearce
Oct 16, 2009

Soon Winter’s Coming

Soon winter’s coming
as each day arrives
displaying changes
in all our lives.
Winter is coming
with every breeze
blowing the grasses
and all the trees.
Winter’s displaying
its own to find
paving the minutes
with time after time.
Winter’s awakened
and coming fast
bringing the rhythms
of shadows to cast.
Soon winter’s coming
just like times of old
bringing the chilling
of snow oh so cold.
Winter is shouting
its words so sincere
it brings the pavement
for Christmas each year.
Winter is phrasing
its words that it says
with the soon coming
bright snowy filled days.
Winter is coming
within its own voice
given by minutes
of timeframes of choice.
Sections of highways
with rhythms of words
are of the patterns
of south flying birds.

©By Bill Pearce
Oct 16, 2009

A Misinterpretation

In witness of time
we might not agree
of what that’s happened
to you and to me.
We as the witnesses
may not see clear
what that has happened
year after year.
Sometimes our vision
gets a little blurred
with what we’ve witnessed
and what we’ve heard.
When we are seeing
a time that’s ahead
we may be seeing
a mistake instead.
A misinterpretation
of time witnessed true
may make the difference
what we say and do.

©By Bill Pearce
Oct 16, 2009

You Here With Me

Seen in the highlights
of tempos so sweet
are the many blessings
of ones dancing feet.
Placing a dance step
waltzing so true
there in the highlights
I can see you.
You’re in the shadows
dancing so fine
here as I’m dreaming
inside of my mind.
You are my heartbeats
rhythms in tune
taking me places
in a timeless cocoon.
Seen in the meadows
you and I dance
husband and wife
in a timeless romance.
Seen are the highlights
of all I see
are what I’ve memorized
you here with me.

©By Bill Pearce
Oct 16, 2009

To Judy Pearce
From Bill Pearce

The Birds Will Return

The chirp of a bird
so distant I hear
tells me the story
of year after year.
Beginnings and endings
of seasonal words
are in the echoes
of so many birds.
Birds of a feather
with words they say
tell me the story
of day after day.
The songs so sweet
they sing to me
words of a flavor
I cannot see.
I can just hear them
distantly sing
ending of winter
beginning of spring.
yet now the birds
seem silenced around
and all I hear
is swishing of sound.
Winter winds blowing
words so sincere
saying that Christmas
is almost here.
The birds will return
in coming of spring
and then again
they’ll distantly sing.

©By Bill Pearce
Oct 16, 2009

Times Warning Signs

Long ago people
make nowadays times
lessons from then days
nickels and dimes.
We with our hurry
to get here to there
long ago people
went slow everywhere.
Times are a changing
as days all arise
building our minutes
with just do or dies.
Long ago peoples
reflections we see
sometimes are journeys
to be what will be.
We’ve many lessons
from long ago times
that should be showing
us times warning signs.

©By Bill Pearce
Oct 16, 2009

Time’s Painted Field

Flowers remembered
as blooming so fine
are many blessings
of a seasonal time.
Pouring out heartbeats
into a day
as it’s remembered
sweet month of May.
Fragrances beckon
what time then will show
what that will come then
after the snow.
Winter will cover
with colors of white
flowers remembered
that I delight.
Now winter comes in
with snow so true
days to encompass
the time so anew.
Each with its blessing
and so much to yield
things to remember
in time’s painted field.

©By Bill Pearce
Oct 16, 2009

The Right Time

Jumbles of shadows
show us the scenes
yet we so often don’t
know what it means.
Minutes will prosper
as we survive
learning the lessons
while we’re alive.
So many shadows
make not a view
showing us difference
from false or true.
Jumbled confusion
in shadows of time
may paint a porthole
of unseen design.
All of the shadows
may be unclear
until they’re needed
the right time of year.

©By Bill Pearce
Oct 16, 2009

Haiku
for Oct 17, 2009

Time is a doorway
ones open and close with views
to want and not want.

A lucky minute
makes ones over confident
and overreact.

Portions of motions
are made as we each stumble
just to awaken.

Scenes out the window
show the ticking of timeframes
in a simple view.

Many a kindred
might just gather together
within troubled times.

Someone’s lucky star
might be found in a person,
maybe an angel.

Rest is much needed
for us to recuperate
and move on ahead.

Many a trivial
will be seen as a trouble
that’s grown very large.

Patterns in sewing
are needed for perfection,
yet not quality.

Too many people
look for the storms of bad times.
Search for the good ones.

In heavy moments
the weight may seem too heavy,
but Jesus gives strength.

Long awaited snowfall
grows in the minds of many
with Christmas in mind.

A simple card trick
makes ones stare in unbelief,
yet still in wonder.

Driving a passion
through the ventures of living
might show a surprise.

Looking passed morning
the evening will soon follow,
yet dawn will be missed.

Know your own limits,
but still try to do better,
yet use common sense.

Plaster of Paris
is the making of a cast.
Difference is people.

Be less self righteous
when you see someone trying.
See how they’re the same.

Needing are flowers
of the warmth of the suns rays
and raindrops of time.

Follies are humor,
yet many are unintended,
so know when to laugh.

Mirrors reflections
are the fragments many see
and not what’s inside.

Ill witted people
leave a bad taste in the mouth.
Don’t be too witty.

Less can be much more
if it’s gathered gracefully
and it’s not hurried.

YoVille Haiku

Through our emotion
is texture of our being.
We laugh and we cry.

Tremors may deploy
through footsteps of our visits.
We may never know.

Weather is speaking
with many words in displays
as windows of time.

Echoes are mirrors
reflecting what all they hear.
The same as children.

Tomorrow may hide
in the ventures of today.
Take care where you strive.

Leaves changing colors
make the essence of fall shine,
yet winter must come.

Later turns early
when procrastination wins
and makes you too late.

Tree leaves falling
are the signs of the season
welcoming winter.

The bumps in the road
make us slow down to perceive
what time has bestowed.

Letters in a word
are the pavement of voices
many can’t perceive.

Methods are madness
when taken as only way
to get things finished.

Look passed tomorrow
and see what all can prosper
as time moves along.

God bless from Bill and Judy.

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