The Fluffy White Clouds


Hello my friends

It’s me again with more rambling LOL.  How have ya been?
I hope the weather has been fair in your part of the world.
It’s been cold and rainy up here for the last month or so LOL.
I guess this is what is supposed to be summer  huh!  Never
really got a glimpse of spring hehehe.  We do though get a
great view of winter and that’s for sure.  Lately, Judy and I
have been just playing on our PC’s at Pet Society, Farm Town
and YoVille :).  Yet I am also on Barn Buddies and others also.
It passes the time LOL.  Yep, life in the Pearce’s household is
anything but exciting hehehe.  The dandelions have all gone
to seed now and will return again I’m sure in a much greater
abundance hehehe.  There are still a few yellow ones hanging
tight outside our front door, but most of the dandelions have
turned white and gone to seed.  I had to stop for a minute to
get the clothes out of the dryer and fold them hehehe.  The
chores never cease :).  There’s not much to say about the past
week,  being it’s been pretty regular hehe,  but I may decide
to cook burgers on the grill for Judy and I on her next days
off.  God willing the weather doesn’t decide to stay in rain
formation LOL.  My health has been so so.  I don’t like to
complain, being it does nobody any good if I do LOL.  I just
wish we lived closer to the mailbox hehe.  It’s a longgg walk
on these messed up legs and feet!!!  It looks like we will get
some more rain today and tomorrow,  yet Tuesday through
Friday we may see some sunshine.  I hope that holds true.
We’ve been opening up the windows ever so often to let a
breeze of fresh air to circulate through the house.  Nothing
like fresh air huh!  God provides the AC at His discretion.
Change is what makes the world go round.  It’s all the many
different changes in time that make each day unique.  Yet
many times we will overlook the beauty of the changes as
we look at the problems concurred.  Yes,  the changes will
bring us some problems,  but it’s the problems that make the
other days to seem great.  Without being sick,  you would
not appreciate being well.  The bad days make us notice the
better days even more so.  Thank God for even the bad days,
for they will shine the light on the good days much brighter.
I myself love to watch the clouds overhead,  for they seem
to paint pictures in the sky.  It may be just me,  but I prefer
a few clouds in the sky.  A plain blue sky to me is boring.
I can at times see God’s Hands amongst the fluffy white
clouds.  I think I need to be stopping here and beginning my
little venture through things I’ve written to search for a
word or phrase that I can use for today’s brand new poem.
So it’s away I go to that place of recollection that I like to
call RECOLLECT VILLE,  yet I don’t think I will have
to journey back too far,  being I stumbled upon a good title
just a bit ago LOL…..So let’s see what I can do with it!

The Fluffy White Clouds

Moments of blue
that form in the sky
need many pictures
to hang way up high
Paintings of white
that God has well done
that seem to decorate
moments of sun.
The fluffy white clouds
with raindrops within
seem to make pictures
to somehow begin.
I sometimes watch
as they form overhead
maybe a house
or a little riverbed.
Moments of blue
are greatened with shrouds
as God adorns with
the fluffy white clouds.

©By Bill Pearce
June 14,  2009

Well, I hope ya liked that hehe.  It was the first thing that came
to mind.  I know it may not be one of my better efforts hehehe,
but hey,  I tried.  I guess I have rambled about all that I need
to ramble,  so I reckon it’s about time for me to be searching
for that old off switch on myself,  BUT,  before I do that, I need
to tell ya what I tell ya every week LOL and that is,  I wrote
some more poems.  Nope I didn’t write any Christmas poems
this time.  Maybe next week :).  My friend Ben Geurts bought
me a web page to share my journals on,  so I will maybe one
day this week try to do some work on it.  It has it’s own email
address and all.  I will have to mess with if it on days that my
potassium level isn’t rock bottom LOL. I cannot even see the
monitor on those days. Matter of fact I can’t even see to walk
through the house hehehe.  Oh well,  it could be worse.  Oh
yea,  back to what I was gonna say hehehe!  Hehe I’m old and
my thoughts drift LOL.  I wrote 10 more poems and 22 more
haiku for ya to read.  I hope ya like a few.  I wrote em all
Saturday.  Ok,  with that said,  have a wonderful week and
remember that Jesus loves you and we do too.  Now where’s
that bloody off switch hiding this time????  Hahahahahaha
it didn’t have to look far.  Right in front of my face.  Later!!!
See ya, CLICK zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

God bless from Bill and Judy Pearce

Now on with the poems.

We May Overlook

The meanings of time
get lost in a book
titled whatever
we may overlook.
We may find flowers,
yet gardens aren’t seen
when looking onwards
from times scene to scene.
All of the meanings
may find in a way
their time to time
in a little dismay.
Many will evade us
as we’re looking on,
on through the day then
and dusk until dawn.
The meanings of time
we don’t understand,
Yet God has control
in the palm of His Hand.

©By Bill Pearce
June 13,  2009

Leave Room

Me in the center
is not always fine,
for we should be seen
as you and I time.
Being to greedy
with wanna and more
leaves room for Satan
to enter your door.
Me in the center
might some days be good,
yet it so often
is misunderstood.
Make sure your wanna
is not with compel,
because you see others
a little more well.
Me in the center
needs taken in stride
to leave room for Jesus
to be then inside.

©By Bill Pearce
June 13,  2009

Not Just Displaying

In and out footprints
walk as they may
here and there marching
their own special way.
Up and down segues
of pathway’s we trod
need to have moments
for footing of God.
Footprints of people
might leave such a trace
that may just display
their own withered face.
In and out moments
of footprints in time
need to be carrying
a Jesus design.
Not just displaying
the footprints they make,
but also showing
Lord Jesus awake.

©By Bill Pearce
June 13,  2009

Morning To Night

The sky up above me
has clouds painted white
and they are seeming
as a cotton delight.
The pitches of flavors
so fluffy I see
seem to be floating
right there just for me.
I took some pictures,
but they do not show
all of the paintings
from here to and fro.
Only God’s camera
can hold such a view
there up above me
from here thereunto.
He even makes shadows
from clouds fluffy white
to form in my vision
from morning to night.

©By Bill Pearce
June 13,  2009

To Make It To Grow

A field that is plowed
will just fill with weeds
if it’s not given
the care that it needs.
If all you do
is plow up the view
then all you’ll have
are weeds thereunto.
So before plowing
make sure you can find
minutes to gather
the weeds time to time.
Leaving a plowed field
to wait for the rain
guaranties weeds will
grow there again.
A field that is plowed
needs much love and care
to make it to grow
some plants anywhere.

©By Bill Pearce
June 13,  2009

Still Have Our Picnic

It’s time for a cookout
hamburgers and more
so let’s get going
to the grocery store.
Let’s buy some hamburger
to cook on the grill
and have a picnic
just Judy and Bill.
Then maybe others
such as Trudy and Den
may come to gather
as it does begin.
Maybe even Barbara
or Dena or Rick
may come to join in
this little picnic.
If they don’t come then,
I guess you and I
will still have our picnic
up under the sky.

©By Bill Pearce
June 13, 2009

Start With A Smile

See in the mornings
beginnings at work
that might be pictures
of birds as they chirp.
Let every morning
to intensify
all of your gladness
as time ticks on by.
Don’t let the mornings
to just go to waste.
Wake up and smell them
and then have a taste.
See in the mornings
beginnings to see
such as the flavors
of a flower or tree.
Let not the mornings
to just fall from view.
Start with a smile
that might blossom true.

©By Bill Pearce
June 13,  2009

Quickly Winter

Summer is coming,
but yet I can’t see
anything showing
the season to me.
Up here northeastward
I see time again
cold days on most days
in New England Maine.
Seasons are changing
with time they are taking
leaving me thresholds
I’m always mistaking.
Summer is surely
found in the air,
yet I can’t feel it
anytime anywhere.
I’m sure that summer
will one day arrive
and then quickly winter
will come back alive.

©By Bill Pearce
June 13,  2009

Loneliness Enters

Letters from time
are inside my heart
held as a passage
from ending to start.
Words and feelings
with sections entailed
make all the letters
to be quite compelled.
Scenes from moments
are thriving inside
as sometimes minutes
I just cannot hide.
Thinking of friends
that are so far away
are in the letters
a little bit gray.
Loneliness enters
as time moves along,
while I remember
what now is all gone.

©By Bill Pearce
June 13, 2009

Deep In A Dream

Deep in a dream
are seeds to partake
things that are hopeful
and sometimes mistake.
Deep in a dream
are pictures to view
such as the moments
that once were anew.
Deep in a dream
ones can find a way
to find some peaceful
to carry that day.
Deep in a dream
your harvest can reap
things to remember
and things you can keep.
Deep in a dream
are places to find
that can help you
to make up your mind.

©By Bill Pearce
June 13,  2009

for June 13,  2009

Temporal moments
connect to and fro to today
making tomorrow.

Many enhancements
can determine either phase
from good times to bad.

God gives decisions
which are choices we’re to choose.
So what do you choose?

Seasons in hurries
make the weather decipher
what is cold or hot.

Patience in portions
is the element needed
for which to prosper.

A simple times glance
could make or break decisions.
It’s how you view it.

Kings and queens jesters
makes the courthouse complete
with laughter enhanced.

Frosty is morning
on a New England summer.
It chills to the bone.

Gazing and today
makes tomorrow hard to see,
for then has no room.

An impatient man
paints the threshold for burden
with pain yet to earn.

When sharing your love
let it not fall prey to age.
Love has no number.

Now is a fragment
that seconds will encompass
as mere points to see.

A wave rolling in
makes the ocean tell stories
while washing away.

Hear as your heartbeat
makes the sounds of a drummer
within your own life.

Heard in the meadows
are the songs of the evening
as voices of birds.

When in a turnstile
let the gate of time be clear
before walking through.

Shadows of mercy
make the days to be hopeful
when God has control.

Upstream are rivers
that flow downstream in moments
while carving a time.

Gears of life will turn
when the timeframes are correct.
Your moment will come.

Weird are the pages
that we many times will find
written in our lives.

Turn a quick corner
and you may stumble and fall.
Take the time to look.

Listed in the wind
are the leaves that blow around.
They make the story.

©By Bill Pearce
June 13,  2009

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