We Often Overlook


Hello my friends

I might not write much today being I am not feeling very well.
Having a bout with my intestines again and they are winning.
Kept me running to the bathroom all night and I on a few of the
occasions just leaned over on the sink and closed my eyes to
try and rest LOL. Hey, that’s my life. Some days it’s better
and some days it’s beyond my ability to handle and I on those
occasions will be seen with tears in my eyes. Yet, nothing can
be done about it, so life must go on until I am called to Heaven.
So it’s off of my ailments and onto a hopefully brighter subject.
The weather up this ways has been on a totally much milder
side than in the past few years. Last winter at this time, it was
staying at -20, -30, -40 and -50 degrees at all times. We have
barely seen any below zero temps this winter YET hehehehehe.
I love it, cause it makes it easier on our heating oil. God knows
those below zero temps make it hard to keep the house warm.
Though I don’t keep our whole house actually toasty warm :).
The thermostat is set at 60 F hehehe. We keep our PC room
the warmest with our radiator heater which does a pretty good
job I must say. We have a radiator heater in our bedroom as
well, but keep it set at maybe 68, so I just try to keep the rest
of the house tolerable LOL!!!! I am always figuring out ways
to make our oil last longer, such as on sunny days, opening
the curtains and front door and letting Mr. sunshine heat up the
house. We have a screen door that in the wintertime, I keep
the glass over the screen which blocks out the wind. Yet on
cloudy days as well as at night I keep the radiator heaters as
well as our Surge Force heater set at low to compensate for
what our central heat does to keep from using up all of our
heating oil. Hey, electricity is cheaper in many ways than
bloody kerosene :). Ok so what else is going on around this
frost bitten state hehehe??? Not much! Judy filed our taxes
last night on line, so we’re gonna use what we get back to
put on heating oil and other necessities. God’s looking out
for us, yet we must still deal with the elements of our daily
lives. Many see me and wonder why I don’t just give up,
but they just don’t understand, that it’s the urge to succeed
which is the motivator in my life. No matter if in pain, I will
continue writing, for it is my calling. Many times it’s my
struggles and pain that fuel my poetry. Dreams and wishes
of then, there and again are many times the voices within
the words I write. Sometimes it may be just a mere feeling
inside that brings alive a segment of poetry and haiku that’s
painted within a day. Yes I usually wait to do it all in one
day. For some reason it works for me! I am able to retrace
my thoughts, sights and sounds of the week and put them
together into many poems and haikus in one day. God gave
me this gift and it is mine to use. So no matter whether I
am lifeless in body, I will always be writing poetry in my
mind. God gives us all gifts that we often overlook because
we’re to focused on wanting someone else’s gift. Find your
own gift and use it well. Even if it’s simply being a caregiver
being that is in my book one of the greatest gifts of all. To
have the gift of making others feel better with a tender hug
or just a smile. Care giving goes on and on with many ways
of sharing. Let God be your guide. Well, I guess I need
to be searching for the title for today’s brand new poem
before I black out, being I’m feeling dizzy, so it’s away I
go to that place of my own recollection which I like to call
RECOLLECT VILLE. I believe I found a title not too far
back hehehe. Now let’s see if I can write a good poem in
my dizzy haze.

We Often Overlook

So often times
we misconceive
and just look
and don’t believe.
Yes we often
leaving ages
just mistook.
So many scenes
fall from view
when we search
a different hue.
All the minutes
we record
might be seen
with less our Lord.
It take moments
found each day
looking in
a different way.
Searching for
what we mistook
what we often

┬ęBy Bill Pearce
Jan 17, 2010

Well, there ya go, Now I must go, cause I am really feeling
dizzy, so before I search for that off switch, I must wish you
a most wonderful week. Remember, Jesus loves you and we
do too. Now to find that off switch. Hey it gave me a break
today and walked right up to me LOL. Guess it was feeling
my pain hehehe. See ya CLICK zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz!

God bless from Bill and Judy Pearce

P.S. I wrote three Christmas/Winter poems.

Now on with the poems
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All Of The Lines

A face with lines
is overheard
saying the things
of word after word.
All of the lines
of times that display
make up the minutes
of day after day.
So many lines
just seem to record
times in our life
we could not afford.
Struggles of wanna
appear on our face
so many times
we’ve acted in haste.
Yet also line marks
display so true
how that we worry
about what we do.
Worrying minutes
of decades ahead
make up the lines
of all that is said.

┬ęBy Bill Pearce
Jan 16, 2010

It’s Our Memories

Frequent reminders
come as they will
giving us segments
of time to distill.
Seeking the moments
that we remember
coming from minutes
times burning ember.
Frequent though found
are times that we see
that keep repeating
to you and me.
Lessons so timeless
that we go through
may have reminders
later for you.
For it’s our memories
weakened through time
that need reminders
in futures design.

┬ęBy Bill Pearce
Jan 16, 2010

It Will Blow

The wind it blows
so magically seen
sometimes bestowing
just as a dream.
The wind it sings
its songs in a way
times in a dance
with bits swing and sway.
The wind it blows
and does surmise
its directions
sometimes in disguise.
It’s very essence
from here there abound
blows to and fro
somehow all around.
It may be lessened
with moments true,
but it will blow on
from here thereunto.

┬ęBy Bill Pearce
Jan 16, 2010

Your Directions

The links together
are whether or not
found as better
or lesser that’s sought.
Sequential moments
of things we do
are but the fragments
linked oh so true.
All linked together
with formatted time,
we are each linking
our own sought design.
Maybe not knowing
and done unaware
we might be linking
our lesser of prayer.
The links can change
by changing today
and your directions
of past times array.

┬ęBy Bill Pearce
Jan 16, 2010

White Painted Hillsides

Single little snowflakes
dance in the air
searching and seeking
a place with a prayer.
So many snowflakes
searching below
seeking to find where
they can build snow.
Them all together
as builders of ice
dance around fluently
oh so precise.
Tiny little snowflakes
plant as they will
one by one crystals
to surely fulfill.
White painted hillsides
will then be found
as the little snowflakes
light on the ground.

┬ęBy Bill Pearce
Jan 16, 2010

Wintertime’s Day

Footsteps on pavement
covered with ice
display the pictures
of seasons device.
Crunching on crystals
they each enhance
just as the pleasures
of wintertime’s dance.
Footsteps embedded
as one two and three
seem to encompass
where I’m to be.
The pavements covered
with all that is white
making my footsteps
to be clear in sight.
Yet where it’s frozen
in wintertime’s view
I’m found crunching
to get me on through.
Step after step
I trudge on my way
footsteps on pavement
on wintertime’s day.

┬ęBy Bill Pearce
Jan 16, 2010

Hopeful Design

Long ago thinking
makes now to be seen
found as a moment
that’s just as a dream.
Long ago living
can make now today
to seem as a nightmare
found in a way.
Limitless daydreams
can create frowns
when on return trips
the truth comes around.
Don’t let your thinking
of daydreams you see,
make for the only
in your history.
Now needs a thinking
together with time
created with essence of
hopeful design.

┬ęBy Bill Pearce
Jan 16, 2010

Love And Kindness

Blessed is the heart
that’s found in a time
lost in a lifestyle
with less than a dime.
Ones walk right by
as teardrops will form
from all the needing
of times bitter storms.
People with nothing,
but hopeful each day
are passed by many
just going away.
Don’t let your hurry
to pass one you see,
because they could one day
be you or me.
Give love and kindness
to all to and fro
and God will bless you
wherever you go.

┬ęBy Bill Pearce
Jan 16, 2010

Winter Paints Pictures

The crisp winter air
makes daylight to seem
that of a fragrance
found in a dream.
The soft winter breeze
that blows in a way
makes for a blessing
painted today.
Sometimes the breezes
stronger will blow
harder and harder
and maybe with snow,
yet with the moments
the crisp winter air
gives me the blessings
that none can compare.
Winter paints pictures
of seasonal views
that are the footprints
made with my shoes.
Snow in the front yard
seen day and night
seems to make winter
what I delight.

┬ęBy Bill Pearce
Jan 16, 2010

Yesterdays Flight

A glance today
might make tomorrow
lesser surprised
with what we know.
Pay now attention
to what’s ahead
and do your best
with what’s done and said.
A glance today
might give you a prayer
leaving tomorrow
soon to be there.
Yesterdays scenes
need to be learned
for our tomorrows
time to discern.
Unsorted moments
of yesterdays flight
might make today
a restless tonight.

┬ęBy Bill Pearce
Jan 16, 2010

Jan 16, 2009

Temporal settings
find places in day to day
as now and agin.

Lines will be displayed
as the ins and outs of time
with ones stood confused.

Junk is perception
of whom that it belongs to
and how it’s perceived.

Nomads will wander
leaving timeframes in decades
without any peace.

Many view Heaven
as the place of eternity
and others see Hell.

Legs that go walking
in the storms of their designs
will need to get rest.

Past tense and future
need a trail set through today
to connect the dots.

Many seen mindset
are the value of losers
not wishing to learn.

Pray not to worry
and leave minutes as peaceful
that fills up the time.

Angers explosion
makes the dents in emotions
that should not display.

The flower of time
is but only a display
in seasons blessings.

Hardships are lessons
that many don’t ever learn
until it’s too late.

Truth is the display
as ones love shows it colors
through storm clouds of life.

Answers are questions
in reverse order of time
where each is connected.

Mind as a boggle
are the perceptions of ones
without direction.

Loosing a moment
leaves more room for another
so do not despair.

The whiteness of snow
shows the pureness of Jesus
yet He does not melt.

Hearing an echo
means an action has been done
to hear once again.

Moon shadow moments
make the night to be displayed
as artists at work.

Candlelight minutes
shake the dust from perception
and give it a heart.

Deep within many
is the emptiness of time
left with just despair.

A blessing is found
when a baby takes it’s breath
the very first time.

Mornings awaiting
for the things that we’re to do,
yet it takes a choice.

┬ęBy Bill Pearce
Jan 16, 2010

God bless from Bill and Judy.

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