Maybe One Day


Hello my friends

It’s been a rather eventful week here this
passed week.  Yeppers,  we got our car door
fixed and then we ran out of heating oil LOL.
So,  being we couldn’t afford to order more
heating oil,  we decided to borrow gas cans
from our landlord and go and buy us enough
kerosene that would last us until Tuesday of
next week.  LOL It took three trips to the
gas station being we only had two five gallon
cans and one 2 1/5 gallon can.  We were able
to get 5.4 gallons in the 5 gallon cans so we
were able to get 39 gallons or thereabouts 🙂
I’m guessing that when the furnace was not
working well earlier this month and it was
gassing up the house,  it was using a whole
lot more fuel than it should of.  100 gallons
of fuel were burned rather quickly.  That
made this month rather costly being that it
cost us about 300 dollars for 100 gallons.
Anyways,  we just spent about 114 dollars
on 39 gallons being we went and got it.  So
we’re good hopefully till Tuesday of next
week and then we’re going to have hundred
gallons delivered.  I pray to God that it last
us a lot longer than the previous 100 gallons.
Life goes on.  My side and shoulders are in
much pain from holding those gas cans up to
pour the fuel into that oil tank.  I had to hang
over it standing on our deck ledge while not
allowing myself to fall.  In other words,  I am
sore as all get out.  I can barely breath due
my side aching.  I’m sure that will pass,  so
on with the journal.  Next topic.  It’s snowed
off and on throughout the week.  As a matter
of fact it snowed a little today,  but nothing
of any bragging LOL.  Right now at 5:30 PM
it’s 29 F degrees. It’s supposed to be 13 F by
morning.  It looks like this week is going to
be a little cold with nights in the single digits.
The boys are doing well.  Benny still loves
the snow.  LOL the other day him and Rocky
came in and Benny was covered in snow,  but
Rocky barely had any on him which tells me
that Benny must of been playing in it as he
always does LOL.  Rocky is more like what
Milo was and he prefers to be indoors no
matter what day or season it is,  but he does
like snow and will bounce around in it for a
while.  If I go outside with them,  they will
both run and play like there’s no tomorrow.
Life in the midst of Maine LOL.  It’s one
that can become a wonderful picture,  but
maybe a slightly cold one hehehe.  Yeppers
it’s a whole different world up here from the
one I grew up with in Texas.  One of the
things I love is the fact that the summers
are cooler.  We don’t have those triple digit
days like I remember down south,  plus we
have had a white Christmas every year so
far since we moved up here Dec of 2007.
We’ve been up here 9 years now.  For some
reason it doesn’t seem that long maybe due
to my enjoying the scenery and all.  Judy
and I have still been busy with our poetry
and paintings.  We’re going to begin work
on volume 2 of Pearce’s Poetry Pictures
this week.  I may even get started on some
more picture poems for volume 3 this week.
It’s something that I’ve found that I have a
knack for 🙂  When I did one years ago I had
no idea that I was starting a trend hehehe 🙂
In any case,  I wrote 164 for volume 2 and
Judy has a few of hers she is going to put
in it as well.  We’re hoping that maybe one
day we can make enough with our books
to make a living,  but it looks like that will
be a while away being the sales are not that
great yet.  Maybe one day.  Until then we
will continue doing as we’ve done.  Writing
and painting enjoying each others company.
LOL I just took my clothes out of the dryer
that I washed 3 times yesterday due to them
being saturated with kerosene when I was
pouring it into the tank.  Yep,  it poured on
me too LOL.  My coat,  shirt and pants seem
to be OK,  but my gloves still smell pretty
strong of kerosene.  Oh well,  they were old
gloves anyways.  They were what ones would
call extra large gloves,  but I have double X
large hands and my fingers had ripped through
as well as other parts of the gloves 🙂  When
I see gloves that say one size fits all,  I laugh,
because NOPE  they won’t fit my hands LOL.
I cannot buy a watch that will fit my wrist and
most places don’t sell size 14 rings.  If I buy
a long sleeve shirt,  I often have to buy a size
larger to accommodate my arms.  Of course
here lately that’s not much of a deal being I’ve
put on a few extra pounds,  but when I was
thinner,  I had to buy shirts or coats that were
for much larger persons just so I could get
my Popeye arms in them LOL.  It’s almost
as bad as me buying shoes,  but not quite 🙂
I know guys that have much larger feet than
me 🙂  Some of my friends of old made my
feet look small hehehe.  OH well,  God made
me how am and I try to do my best at what I
am able.  LOL though it is funny that what I’m
best at is writing.  Judy and I have a connection
that I have never known with anyone else 🙂
We love to watch the same TV programs and
we both enjoy taking pictures,  writing and
combining our gifts to create another such as
picture poems.  Thank You God for all of the
miracles that You have put into our lives and
made them to grow into a flower of beauty.
I’m still so amazed at how Judy and I came
together from her living in Maine while I
lived in Texas.  God knows nothing of miles.
They mean nothing to Him.  He was able to
connect the dots from me to her and create
a picture that became her and I.  Thank You
once again Father for never giving up on me.
Now I believe it’s time for me to begin my lil
quest back through all that I’ve written here
to see if I can 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 to that place
of my recollections that I always like to call
RECOLLECT VILLE.  I think I may have
stumbled on a good title about a third of the
way back in my rambling hehehe.  Now to
see if I write anything that makes any sense
using it.  Here goes.

Maybe One Day

Mind over matter
might bring into play
times of successful
maybe one day.
It often takes some
bitter sweet pills
to see the connections
that timeless reveals.
Maybe one day
the doorways you find
will be so much better
to fit your design.
Yet many moments
will come into view
displaying portholes
you need not look through.
Time is a pattern
of confusions array,
but God will enlighten you
maybe one day.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 29,  2017

There ya go.  I hope the poem made at least
a little sense to you and my rambling didn’t
bore you to death 🙂  There’s not much else
to tell you.  I think I have spilled the beans on
about every thing that has gone on up here at
the Pearce’s Place LOL.  The boys are in the
floor sleeping right now.  Benny is sleeping
to the left of me and Rocky is right behind me.
Judy is browsing Facebook.  We’re fixing to
watch Finding Bigfoot at 9 PM.  Yes we like
to watch that among many other programs 🙂
We also like to watch game shows such as
Family Feud, The Chase and a whole bunch
more.  They’re better than some TV programs
they have out there.  Anyways,  I guess I’m
needing to wind this up,  so I need to tell
you what I tell you almost every week and
that is,  I wrote some more poems and haiku.
Yeppers,  10 more poems with an added 3
which brings the count to 13.  Also I once
again wrote 22 haiku for all of the haiku
lovers out there.  I hope you can find 1 or 2
of either r both that you like.  So now it’s
time for me to begin my search for that not
so great at hiding off switch,  but not before
I wish you a most joyous week.  Remember,
Jesus loves you and we do too.  Now,  where
is that dadgum off switch hiding this time or
better to the point hanging out LOL?  Hmm,
it hid pretty good this time,  but even still
needs to learn to quit peeking to see if I can
see it.  I see ya you little varmint.  Hiding
behind my Halloween crazy eyes again hub 🙂
I saw ya peeking around one of the eyes.
Gotcha,  see ya CLICK zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

God bless from Bill,  Judy,  Benny,  Rocky
and the spirit of Milo Pearce

P.S  A link to our brand new book
Pearce’s Poetry Pictures
is at the end of the journal along
with all of the others.  Enjoy 🙂
Please buy our book 😉

Now it’s on with the poems and haiku
10+3 and 22 hehehehehehehehehehe 🙂

An Old Haunted House

One day on a drive
we passed by a sight
an old haunted house
displayed on our right.
It seemed as a story
right out of a book
written with mysteries
that many mistook.
An old haunted house
of my own photograph
shows through windows
a scene from the past.
A scene from a painting
alive in its walls
an old haunted house
with ghostly enthralls.
The minutes are hours
in an old haunted house
even by the viewpoints
of a cat or a mouse.
A picture of a portal
my mind does explore
an old haunted house
with an old haunted door.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 26,  2017

Abandoned Church

Lives of a moment
display as a fact
timeless a pattern
a little off track.
An abandoned church
of a scenes portray
depicts such a story
of a life’s dismay.
The inside is living
without anyone
to give it emotion
from God’s only Son.
An abandoned church
finds peace in its walls
a story to venture
that timeless recalls.
It might be a painting,
it might be a thought,
but the church relives
what Jesus has bought.
Forgiveness from sin
as sadness would search
Memories live within
this abandoned church.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 26,  2017

The Melting Of Snow

On a wintery drive
down a old melted road
a scene comes alive
with a moment bestowed.
The seasonal melting
before there is more,
snow to come falling
for us to explore.
The melting of snow
is a pattern we see
when we look now today
and in our history.
Soon will be falling
more snow day and night
to land then becoming
a wonderful sight.
Houses we pass by
on drives to the store
display all the melting
to soon snow some more.
So as we’re watching
the scenes that bestow
we’re seeing winters
the melting of snow.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 26,  2017

A Walk Upon The Beach

Morning sun comes shining
as two feet then hit the sand
walking making footprints
that are patterns on the land.
A moment passing slowly
as I take the time to see
someone surely walking
in the scene in front of me.
The dawn of day is wondrous
as the minutes tick along
while I watch ones walking
in the midst of oceans song.
The waves are gently crashing
on the sunrise mornings floor
singing of the sunshine
that the ocean does explore.
A magical moments journey
that the minutes do beseech
are found within a portal
of a walk upon the beach.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 26,  2017

Indian Roller

A bird with colors
of ochre and blue
an Indian Roller
is seen in the view.
A painted picture,
a bird within sight
an Indian roller
is ready for flight.
Perched on a log
it awaits its prey
to come along
from day to day.
The Indian Roller
calls like a crow
also some others
they wish to bestow.
They feed on bugs
and other things
the Indian Roller
as it sings.
This fabulous bird’s
acrobatic flight
is a wonderful scene
a magical sight.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 26,  2017

A Sky Of Blue

A summer’s day
a sky of blue
is face to face
a wondrous hue.
Seasons patterns
come in sync
a sky of blue
a little pink.
The day begins
and paves a scene
a warm array
of blue and green.
A summer’s day
begins so sweet
often dawning
what can’t repeat.
The summer’s sun
is a memory
a photograph
that I can see.
For now is winter
scenes to find
a sky of blue
within my mind.
Yet with winter
snows that fall
a sky of blue
awaits them all.
A picture taken
now in view
is summer’s day
a sky of blue.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 27,  2017

Fun In The Sun

A summertime morn
with waves of time
creates such a vision
that lives in the mind.
An old photograph
brings back a sight
the scenes of a dream
in mornings light.
The times recorded
as fun in the sun
displays many moments
that had then begun.
Waves come to life
while singing a song
fun in the sun
of mornings own dawn.
A picture taken
that brings it to life
a sweet memory
with I and my wife.
We sat on the shore
watching the waves
fun in the sun
the summer’s days.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 27,  2017

An Old Red Barn

Weathering decades
become such a sight
as an old red barn
amidst the daylight.
Time is a speaker
of words within days
as an old red barn
of a seasonal phase.
As minutes gather
becoming a scene
there’s an old red barn
with grasses of green.
Cloudy skies waiting
to rain down below
on an old red barn
of a seasonal show.
Time is the painter
as age does its thing
on an old red barn
from winter to spring.
Aged as an antique
with lifetimes of yarn
time has created
an old red barn.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 27,  2017

Failing Eyes

Life’s a prankster
scenic skies
things seem dimmer
failing eyes.
Minutes gather
showing sights
old age displays
lesser heights.
Failing eyesight
brings to view
less of patterns
me and you.
Yet with prayerful
God bestows
better viewpoints
smelling rose.
Seasons prosper
age of time
failing eyes
a new design.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 27,  2017

Heaven’s Memoir

Lives pass on
and leave a trace
a memory
a loving face.
Timeless thoughts
of then and there
Heaven’s memoir
with a prayer.
Many echoes
come and go
repeating ones
we used to know.
As a memoir
many view
life and times
of thereunto.
A mere journey
to The Son
Heaven’s memoir
then is done.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 27,  2017

Stormy Skies

Moments clouding
scenes become
stormy skies
with lesser sun.
Raindrops falling
on our hearts
might just be as
time imparts.
As a picture
many find
stormy skies
are in the mind.
Torrent segments
become wet
with the peaceful
we forget.
Past is there to
clear our eyes
as remembered
stormy skies.
Finding portions
we lived through
stormy skies
create a view.
With us learning
from heartache
stormy skies
bring eyes awake.
A scenic view
within our time
stormy skies
have peace to find.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 27,  2017

A Drive To Town

With tires rolling
with a roar
there are moments
to explore.
A drive to town
in winters wake
displays sights
there’s no mistake.
It’s wintertime
the moments show
with its patterns
white as snow.
Though it may not
snow that day
we know snow
is on its way.
A drive to town
like times before
sees the sights
the tires roar.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 27,  2017

Snowy Mountain

Snow of white
in distance scenes
a picture taken
fills with dreams.
Snowy mountain
shares its view
with the landscape
Seasons pictured
as a blessing
with white snow
upon it resting.
Snowy mountain
with some paths
becomes doorways
shadows cast.
As a moment
counted true
snowy mountain
shares its view.
As a painting
snowy white
snowy mountain
is in sight.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 28,  2017

for Jan 28,  2017

Life’s a mystery
as each day brings surprises
to enlighten us.

Fondness of a dog
is beyond that of humans,
for we hold grudges.

Reason is a path
that many will lose themselves
as fact shows the truth.

Illusion is life
with deceptions metaphor
that becomes the sight.

Lifetimes romantics
are different perceptions
that bring ones to love.

Snowflakes of winter
bring forth their destinations
to become a scene.

A butterfly’s flight
is a flutter in the breeze
as others join in.

A horse that gallops
might stumble in a moment
and then lose control.

Without our mistakes
we would learn very little,
for they are lessons.

Beyond a blue sky
holds a world of mysteries
that time will reveal.

Seeking for tomorrow
when today is plain to see
can lose perception.

Our challenges found
come from the journeys of life
we did not expect.

Without a doorway
our entrance would be useless,
for we would be there.

Time gives us choices
that might be filled with struggles
found with confusion.

A rose is a rose
as humanity’s human
from our blood of red.

Heartbeats of true love
find their pathways together
when the time is right.

Lost in a whirlwind
a breath of air is exposed
as a passing breeze.

Scenes that come in sight
will often be misleading
while the best evades.

A simple story
can become as deception
as a larger fish.

Within the night sky
there can grow a brand new world
we can imagine.

The ground beneath us
holds many versions of life
that keep us alive.

A bird within flight
displays its prime directive
with life in the wind.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 28,  2017

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Space To Breathe


Hello my friends

The weather up this ways hasn’t been all
that bad.  Yes we still have snow and we’re
expecting more Tuesday and Wednesday.
We are staying warm.  Our landlord came
and bricked up the center of the porch so
hopefully it will hold until he is able to come
and jack it back up and level it.  Also he has
(hopefully) sealed up the roof on it so that it
does not leak anymore.  Judy and I hoping
to begin using it one day to store our snow
blower and weed eater along with hang a
few of her creations out there etcetera. But
not until it is all done with repairs.  Judy
has rearranged our living room.  She and
I (more like me) moved the futon from the
spare room,  into the living room so it can
be used.  Our grandson (Christian) came
over yesterday and spent the night with us.
He said the futon was rather comfortable.
It’s about time it’s being used.  It has been
stuck in the spare room with stuff piled on
it since we moved up here LOL.  Maybe
now,  we can get our treadmill located to
where we can use it again.  It has been
blocked by all that collected in our spare
room for a good while. Last Tuesday we
went and got the boys their new dog tags.
Thursday one of the empty rent houses
had a water  leak and I noticed it and gave
our landlord a call.  Calvin came and fixed
it and thanked me for letting him know.  It
would of burned up the well pump if had
kept leaking at that rate and we would of
been without water.  That would of been
a big problem for us.  Anyways,  the lake
that had procured from the leak is slowly
freezing.  We drove to town Saturday to
buy some extension cords and a few other
things before Christian came over.  We
knew he wasn’t going to be able to reach
the wall outlet with his tablet  so we got
him an extension cord and we needed one
also to plug in our table lamp.  Anyways,
I think our living room looks nice and cozy
now.  Judy did a pretty good job with her
rearranging.  Next task is we tackle the
spare room LOL.  But I believe that can
wait a while till my body heals from toting
that futon into the living room which was
no easy task, being it barely fit through
the door and it took both of us tugging
and pulling to get it through.  Even the
mattress gave us the dickens of a time.
Yes we took it off and hauled it into the
living room first.  There is no way that
we would of been able to get the futon
in the living room with it all intact LOL.
So,  OK,  next topic.  Judy has done a
lot more paintings and a few drawings
using her art pencils.  I asked her last
night if she would paint a picture about
pollution to go with a poem that I wrote.
She painted 2.  One of them will work
well for the picture poem I have planned.
We seem to work well together 🙂  God
knew what He was doing when He put
her and I together.  Judy and I are best
friends along with husband and wife 🙂
Yes we have our share of quarrels,  but
that’s normal.  Nobody goes through life
without a few disagreements.  LOL and
being that Judy and I are BOTH retired,
we spend a lot of time together which can
at times be fuel for a quarrel.  That’s one
of the reasons that I don’t mind her going
places without me time to time such as craft
night with her sisters and daughters LOL.
Remember that saying,  “Absence makes
the heart grow fonder”.  It is so very true.
Yep,  it gives us space to breathe.  Too
often relationships are ended because
of no time to themselves.  I’ve had a life
like that.  One passed relationship was
ended due to me not being able to even
look at a female cashier without being
accused of something.  I was suffocating
from the lack of space.  Plus I had found
out later that the reason for her actions
was that she was messing around on me
and wanted to right her wrong by trying
to make me as the bad man.  That’s a very
unhealthy relationship to be in.  I thank
God for bringing Judy into my life.  We
make mistakes,  but we know forgiveness.
When we make a mistake we apologies and
forgive one another and don’t let it grow.
Don’t take anger to bed with you.  Diffuse
the bomb before.  Admit your flaws or your
bad choices and forgive one another,  for
if you do not,  the morning of the next day
will only be found with much added  turmoil.
We can find forgiveness through God’s
Son Jesus Christ,  but we earnestly need
to ask for that forgiveness.  Don’t allow
your ego to hinder your better choices.
An overly sized ego can become a bomb
that explodes with troubles one day when
you least expect it.  Don’t let pride to be
your nemesis that drags you down to the
depths of Hell.  If you are having problems,
ask someone for help.  We all need help
from time to time.  Yes even the strongest
among us can become weakened by life.
So,  I guess I have rambled enough LOL
and I believe it’s time for me to be taking
my little trip back through all that I have
written here to see if I can find me a good
word or phrase that I can use for the title
for today’s brand new poem. I think I may
have found a decent title that I haven’t
already used,  but now to see if I can write
a decent poem using it LOL.  Here goes.

Space To Breathe

A moments window
of life and peace
can give ones air
that they release.
Space to breathe
in many views
can take a bomb
and then diffuse.
Too much closeness
can confound
heartbeats rhythm
sight and sound.
Let a window
bring in air
space to breathe
with love and care.
To hold too tightly
will surely see
ones then needing
space to breathe.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 22,  2017

I hope you enjoyed the poem and maybe
even understood it LOL.  Also I hope and
pray that you enjoyed my rambling.  Yes
I know I tended to drift from topic to topic,
but that’s me hehehe 🙂  Now,  what have
I forgotten to tell you?  Oh yea,  it seems
that Judy’s brother is doing fairly well or
at least that was what we last heard.  Judy
is going down to Bangor tomorrow to see
him.  She’s riding down with her sister
Barbara.  From what we know this far is
Ricky will be going into a nursing home
when he leaves the hospital.  I’m sure
that Judy will find out more about that
tomorrow (Monday).  So I reckon that’s
about all I’ve got for you and now it’s
time for me to tell you what I tell you
almost every week and that is I wrote
some more poems and haiku.  Yeppers,
10 more poems with an added 5 due to
picture poems LOL.  Also I wrote once
again 22 more haiku for all of the haiku
lovers out there.  I hope you can find
at least 1 or 2 of either or both that you
like.  Now I believe it’s time for me to
begin my search for that hardly elusive
off switch,  but not before I wish you a
most wonderful blessings filled week.
Remember,  Jesus loves you and we do
too.  Ok so where is that confounded
off switch trying to hide this week???
Hmmmm is that movement that I see
from behind my Ibuprofen bottle?  Yep,
and there ya are,  doing as you have
been doing,  playing peekaboo thinking
I can’t see you LOL.  Please try harder.
Gotcha,  see ya CLICK zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

God bless from Bill,  Judy,  Benny,  Rocky
and the spirit of Milo Pearce

P.S  A link to our brand new book
Pearce’s Poetry Pictures
is at the end of the journal along
with all of the others.  Enjoy 🙂

Now it’s on with the poems and haiku
10+5and 22 hehehehehehehehehehe 🙂

Deciphered Thoughts

With ongoing thinking
our thoughts might evade
the meaning ones truly
see actions displayed.
Within our own mindset
our thoughts might not be
what that a moment
is clearly to see.
Deciphered thoughts
that many discover
are often so wrong
when the meaning is other.
The time and the place
that the moment is seen
might display portions
of a nightmare or dream.
Deciphered thoughts
of a timely display
might be uncovered
in an unthinking way.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 17,  2017

Aurora Borealis

A picture that’s painted
displays such a sight
the aurora borealis
better seen in the night.
Painted as a portal
to another dimension
spanning in a painting
that takes our attention.
The aurora borealis
has a greenish detail
with other colors
in the sky then set sail.
Painted as a magical
place which to see
the aurora borealis
is a sight given free.
Yet some don’t see it,
for their latitude is wrong
so the aurora borealis
is there and it’s gone.
But for a moment
ones see it displayed
the aurora borealis
so Heavenly made.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 17,  2017

Asian Golden Weaver

An oriental bird
of purple and gold
Asian Golden Weaver
a story that’s told.
Often as a painting
and sometimes alive,
it’s found within Asia
with a colorful stride.
The female is yellow,
but lesser in colors
a weaver of golden
it seeks for another.
The males are of purple
and golden to shine
as they will flutter
for true love so divine.
Yet now as a painting
it seeks to see her
the female companion
Asian Golden Weaver.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 17,  2017

A Summer Scene

Along the shore
of deja vu
a summer scene
comes into view.
This time repeats
on summer’s days
while two horses
walk in waves.
Horseback riders
seek the path
a summer scene
to surely last.
Crashing waves
upon the shore,
a summer scene
to then explore.
Horses hooves
imprint the sand
with memories
across the land.
A summer scene,
a timeless view
that recreates
a deja vu.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 17,  2017

Wineglasses In Moonlight

In a moonlight night
with a glimmer of stars
some wineglasses sit
with reflections of Mars.
The scene is a painting
found in a dream,
wineglasses in moonlight
with aqua marine.
The deep sea of minutes
display as a sight
with wineglasses found
amidst the moonlight.
Wineglasses in moonlight
become such a tale,
a story that’s written,
a moment set sail.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 17,  2017

Reflections Of Passion

Glancing at a memory
remembering its place
becomes as a reflection
to somewhere or a face.
Passion builds a doorway
to the seasons so divine
as time unleashes moments
that live within our mind.
A time that is remembered
reflects the seasons sights
while passion is enlightened
within a dreamers nights.
Amidst a morning sunrise
is times reflected views
sometimes filled with passion
for what ones want to choose.
The doorways to tomorrow
are often seen to be
but only mere reflections
of our own history.
Seasons displayed truly
seeming timely old fashion
are often as our wantings
reflections of passion.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 18,  2017

Keys To Imagination

Looking passed emotion
a sight can become real
maybe an imagination
that truth tries to conceal.
The keys to imagination
are a pathway we can choose
a subsequent reality
to win or then to lose.
The scenes within our sight
are changed how we believe
as keys to imagination
to choose what to perceive.
As an imaginary friend
of a lonesome child of time
the key is to believing
what eyes can never find.
The truth in ones perception
is found within their sight
the keys to imagination
what’s wrong or maybe right.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 18,  2017

Whispers In The Dark

Sometimes in the darkness
a whisper might be heard
a seasons on perception
found within each word.
Blessings maybe hidden
inside the dark of night
whispers of an angel
of Lord God’s Holy Light.
Minutes might be gathered
as seasons disappear
while time paints a picture
of your yesteryear.
Whispers of an angel
might be all that you need
to become better standing
and help you to succeed.
Yet within a window
the view might disembark
leaving only shadows
whispers in the dark.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 18,  2017

Standing In Motion

Not moving from your place
and standing thinking true
the motion is your mind
as time is in your view.
Ones might be depicted
as thinking you are still
while the motion is within you
what all that you conceal.
Standing in motion
as a statue of a mime
could become misconceived
of your thinking design.
Many are the thinkers
that we find only seen
as a time within waters
of a non moving stream.
Yet even on a still set
that seems without emotion
there might be a person
standing in motion.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 18,  2017

Painted Angel

The times we find
our dimmer lights
an angel comes
and changes sights.
A morning woken
brought to see
might display
what’s meant to be.
A painted angel
of ones design
displays the heart
within the mind.
Wings so white
that fly away
and then return
another day.
This painted angel
is a thought,
that unleashes
love that’s sought.
An abstract angel
without face
yet with love
you can embrace.
Painted thusly
in detail
this fine angel
guards us well.
It is displayed
to truly be
a painted angel
you can see.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 18,  2017

Life’s Reflections

Sunny days
with frozen sights
life’s reflections
is bright lights.
Passing minutes
counted true
life’s reflections
come in view.
Scenes of winter
snow’s displayed
life’s reflections
moments made.
Scenic mountains
found to show
life’s reflection
in the snow.
Times a portion
poured to be
life’s reflections
we can see.
Tis a moment
timeless true
life’s reflections
found to view.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 18,  2017

Mountain High

Beyond a painting
lies a thought
a mountain scene
a painter sought.
Clouds seen floating
in the sky
with a story
mountain high.
Beyond the moment
water’s seen
a lake of time
and in between.
Tall trees standing
in the clearing
mountain high
is so endearing.
A painter’s thoughts
are found to be
a mere image
you can see.
cut and dry
as a painting
mountain high.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 20,  2017

Wineglass Images

Simple art
a scenic style
might be painted
with a smile.
A wine bottle
and glasses too
are some images
in the view.
A scenic sight
a simple time
found to be
within the mind.
Wineglass images
abstract art
from the heart.
Thoughts procured
from broken pieces
wineglass images
paint releases.
Scented with
a timeless place
simple images
for a taste.
Displayed as
a painted while
seen to be
a certain style.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 20,  2017

Bigrock Mountain

A ski resort
with snow of white
a winters scene
of day and night
becomes alive
with scenic hills
skiers skiing
for the thrills.
Bigrock Mountain
ski resort
times sublime
a winter sport.
Wind turbines
displaying well
twirling whirling
winds exhale.
Paths are clear
to ski around
people skiing
quickly down.
Bigroack Mountain
shows a sign
that for sure
it’s wintertime.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 20,  2017

A Lost Perception

With voices yelling
tossing words
a lost perception’s
killing birds.
The air is clouding
filled with pain
times deceptions
torrent rain.
Our own choices
create styles
a lost perception
without smiles.
A page is turned
to dismal scenes
while creating
polluted streams.
A lost perception
detours growth,
leaving us with
sinking boats.
A lost perception
needs to find
a clear connection
day and time.
A time with peace
and love to share
to fill the Earth
with cleaner air.
Look inside you
find correction
change the path
a lost perception.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 21,  2017

for Jan 20,  2017

Scenes within sunlight
become shadows of our lives
as each day moves on.

Beyond emotions
are the intents of ones thoughts
that often explode.

Near to a mountain
is a chance for a meadow
that’s filled with flowers.

An oceans seashore
becomes footprints of lifestyles
that will wash away.

Within a white cloud
holds a chance for some raindrops
as the cloud turns dark.

Flowers of romance
can enhance a moments life
with hearts beating true.

Countless perceptions
imprinted upon our lives
can be misconceived.

Midmorning hopeful
can become late evenings sight
filled with illusions.

Life of a flower
becomes glimmers of springtime
in summertime’s trails.

Too much neediness
shows an addictive lifestyle
that’s always wanting.

Various people
become helper of others
while others need help.

The life of a star
is many light years of time
that goes beyond sight.

Disdained assumptions
might be just your own viewpoint
as truth is revealed.

Some trails through the snow
become pathways for dreamers
to find mysteries.

Memories of life
are often discolored thoughts
that time has tinted.

Without memories
our lives might be just repeated
and without lessons.

Chance is a second
that can become a minute
grown into a day.

The leaves of a tree
for a while are its beauty
and then they release.

Choice is a moment
that can become good or bad
depending on us.

A bird of winter
becomes a mere photograph
as wintertime fades.

Life’s varieties
are as seasons setting suns
with not one the same.

When facing troubles
seek for answers through a prayer
and then do your best.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 20,  2017

Our Newest book
Pearce’s Poetry Pictures
and if you are not in the USA
you can buy it here at Amazon
My wife Judy’s Poetry books 🙂
Ben Geurts Drawing Art site
and Old Fashioned Christmas site
My Animal’s Greetings site below
One of my friends sites below
and once again the poetry contest at
Me on YouTube
Your frosty friend Bill 🙂

When We Have Troubles


Hello my friends

It’s been a rough start to the new year,  but
we’ve survived.  LOL if it weren’t for problems
our life might become rather boring hehehe 🙂
Yeppers,  we’re still waiting on York’s to get
the parts to fix our car door.  In the mean time
we’re having to climb in through the passenger
side and open the drivers side door.  At least
we can do that HaHaHa.  It’d be a total pain in
the rump if we had to get in from the back seat
and reach up to open the doors LOL.  Oops I
hope I haven’t jinxed us hehehe.  The winter
days have not been too awful on us.  We’ve had
a few days for the snow and ice to melt away
from our house,  but there is still plenty of it out
there.  I know that as it does every year,  we will
have more snow to come before it is over with.
We used our wet/dry vac the other day on the
add on when it was warm enough for some of
the ice to melt.  There was still quite a bit of ice
that was not yet ready to be thawed,  but we
got a lot of it.  Now if our landlord will ever
get over here and fix the leaks,  we might be
able to begin thawing it with heaters,  but not
until.  So,  off to yet another topic.  Right now
at 5 PM it’s 6 F degrees.  Judy is over at her
chair painting.  Now she not only paints but
she does a bit of drawing with the art pencils
that I bought her.  I’m still doing my picture
poems 🙂  Judy is even doing a few picture
poems ever so often.  I don’t know how it is
that I got started doing them.  Well OK,  I
might have a bit of a clue hehehe.  I did just
a couple of them years ago using Print Shop
Ensemble 3.  They were not that great,  but
I was just playing with it.  Now of course I use
my Photoscape and it works so much better.
Plus with my weird ability to bond a poem to
a picture,  it gives me something to do 🙂
At least if I’m doing picture poems, I’m not
pestering Judy LOL.  The boys still pester
us no matter what we’re doing because they
want our undivided attention hehehe.  They
are silly.  I do go outside with them from
time to time and play and they love that 🙂
It seems that they have grown closer to me
due to all of the time that Judy has been
away helping her brother and all of her girls
nights out with her sisters and daughters
to do crafts.  Yeppers,  us boys have had a
lot of guy time here lately.  Judy has been
home now,  longer than she has in a while
and me and the boys are glad about that 🙂
This old house gets real quiet when Judy’s
not here.  LOL for some reason Benny and
Rocky are fairly calm when it’s just me and
them.  Hehehe I think they know who they
can bug to give them treats and it’s not me.
I do give them treats,  but not as often as
Judy 🙂  We love our little boys and we can
tell that they love us.  Plus they love one
another hehehe. They are lying side by side
right now in the floor.  It’s so cute watching
them run.  They will often run side by side
while bumping into each other.  Our home
might not be that great,  but there’s a lot
of love within it.  Judy’s brother seems to
be doing better,  but time will tell.  Right
now it looks like he is headed back to the
nursing home,  but a different one in another
location.  It’s just a hit and miss to tell what
is going to happen.  Please keep Ricky and
the rest of the family in your prayers.  We
have no clue about the future and in most
cases I am glad about that.  If we knew to
the detail what was going to happen in the
future,  we might spend all of our waking
hours thinking about it and worrying about
the inevitable.  I believe it’ better to live
one day at a time and deal with each day
as best that we are able.  Then the future
will be as it should be.  Well since I began
rambling,  the temperature has dropped a
degree.  Now it’s 5 F degrees 🙂  Tomorrow
the high is supposed to be 24 F and that’s
not too bad.  Me and the boys might go out
and play 🙂  I made Judy and I pancakes
for breakfast today and made enough for
breakfast tomorrow as well,  so I will not
have to cook breakfast tomorrow hehehe.
We’ll have to go to the grocery store one
day this week.  We’re getting low on food.
LOL aren’t we exciting!  Yeppers,  we’re
one lively little family.  I’m sure that God
has angels watching over us,  helping us
when we need help.  There are many signs
of it.  When we have troubles,  we seem to
always find answers.  They might not be
the answers we wanted,  but non the less
they are answers.  Don’t let the trials of
life to become as barbells that weigh you
down.  Let God and His angels to help you
lift those barbells.  A little prayer can do
many things.  Now,  I believe it’s time for
me to be looking back on all that I have
written here to see if I can find me a good
word or phrase that I can use 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 RECOLLECT VILLE.
I think I found a fairly decent title just a
few lines back.  Now to see if I can do
anything with it.  Here goes…

When We Have Troubles

Time is a meadow
where weeds might inlay
becoming as our struggles
with day after day.
Minutes might tick on
as time finds its course
to display all the answers
in a Heavenly force.
When we have troubles
those times might become
a doorway to worry
as an off beaten drum.
Pages of our journals
that are written in time
are often filled with weeds
of a worrisome kind.
When we have troubles
the thing we should do
is kneel down in prayer
and let God guide us through.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 15, 2017

There ya go.  I hope you liked the poem and
maybe even understood it.  Also I hope you
enjoyed my rambling and it maybe even gave
you a smile.  LOL it amazes me that I am able
to find so much to ramble about.  Judy is now
doing a drawing of wine bottles.  I found her
a picture for her to draw.  The challenge this
week is wine bottles.  It changes every week.
Her and I are in a little Paint Addicts group.
I of course very rarely paint or draw,  but I
love seeing all of their artwork.  I might one
day give painting another go,  but for now I
think I’ll stick with writing poetry and whatnot.
There’s not much else to tell you other than
what I tell you almost every week and that
is,  I wrote some more poems and haiku 🙂
Yeppers,  10 more poems with an added 6
due to the picture poems which most of them
are LOL.  I try to write 1 or 2 poems without
pictures from time to time.  It helps me to
keep my imagination stirred.  I also wrote
22 more haiku for all of the haiku lovers
out there.  I hope you can find maybe 1 or
2 of either or both that you like.  LOL,  it
is now 4 F degrees at 7 PM.  So I guess
it’s time for me to begin my search for that
hardly elusive off switch,  but not before
I wish you a most wonderful and blessed
week.  Remember,  Jesus loves you and
we do too.  Now where in this room is that
off switch hiding this week or more to the
point loosely trying to hide LOL.  Hmmm,
I think I see some movement from behind
my empty soda can.  Oh for Heaven’s sake
couldn’t ya at least find a decent hiding spot
that doesn’t move every time you do LOL.
Gotcha,  see ya CLICK zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

God bless from Bill,  Judy,  Benny,  Rocky
and the spirit of Milo Pearce

P.S  A link to our brand new book
Pearce’s Poetry Pictures
is at the end of the journal along
with all of the others.  Enjoy 🙂

Now it’s on with the poems and haiku
10+6 and 22 hehehehehehehehehehe 🙂


This scene in time
came into view
a mountainscape
with wondrous hue.
Mount Katahdin
with snow upon
this scene I see
while riding along.
Yet now it’s painted
a scenes delight
a mountainscape
with snow of white.
This scene in time
is a magical place
a wondrous view
of times embrace.
A moment painted
to then bestow
mountainous ridges
found with snow.
A time sublime
for minds escape
is now the view
a mountainscape.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 9,  2017

A Hill Of Snow

White snow glistens
as our boy looks on
the scenes he sees
are far along.
A distant trail
of long ago
our little boy sees
a hill of snow.
As journeys start
and scenes begin
our little boy looks
beginning to end.
His four paws ready
to climb about
a hill of snow
without a doubt.
His little brother
is out there too,
but at the moment
he’s not in view.
The snow glimmers
shimmers and shines
a hill of snow
that our dog finds.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 9,  2017

Benny and Rocky

A painted scene,
a wondrous hue
is of our dogs
not one but two.
They love to play
and run around
day and night
till they run down.
Benny and Rocky
are our two boys.
They love to play
with their dog toys.
This great scene’s
a wonderful while
of our two boys
with a little smile.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 9,  2017

Old House Of Winter

As a journey begins
you might find a place
an old house of winter
with a scenic embrace.
A fireplace burning
as smoke billows high
soon to be engulfed
by the true blue sky.
It’s a winter scene
white snow’s procured
displayed as a moment
a photo allured.
The picture’s become as
a sweet memory
an old house of winter
my vision’s set free.
It seemed as a painting
a portion of time
scented as a blessing
and wondrous design.
An old house of winter
is a passionate gaze
found on a journey
of wintertime’s days.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 9,  2017

Released From Winter

The sky seems to open
and unleash a while
found within moments
that winters compile.
A scene found released
so to become a view
of a magical essence
of a dream come true.
Released as a threshold
that opens its doors
to display all the beauty
that winter implores.
Wintertime’s scenery
displayed as white
found in the sunshine
and also at night.
Time becomes magnified
scenes front and center
displayed as a blessing
released from winter.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 9,  2017

Peaceful Lake

A wondrous picture
painted true
becomes a scenic
awesome view.
Mountains display
their own path
painted in
a light contrast.
A peaceful lake
of bluish haze
a time and place
for future days.
A scene, a dream,
a painted while,
a peaceful lake
that is so mild.
Mountains dance
a wondrous sight,
a peaceful lake
in evenings light.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 10,  2017

Dolphins Play

A passing voyage
to seas of depth.
Dolphins play
and then have rest.
Pelicans watch
as time goes by
while dolphins play
in evenings sky.
The waters waves
are gently seen
as dolphins play
just like a dream.
The pelicans flight
is stopped a while
to watch the dolphins
dance and smile.
The scene becomes
a mere memory
as the dolphins play
in the deep blue sea

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 12,  2017

Driving Through

As four wheels turn
and miles are made
a drive through time
is a serenade.
Scenes come alive
as wheels go around
while driving through
a sight and sound.
The wind is blowing
as moments display
with a mountain scene
on this distant day.
Written as a rumble
of tires that roll
driving through then
makes a story unfold.
White clouds forming
as a magical place
as the car rolls on
in a slow written pace.
The time is a moment
with a wonderful hue
found as a blessing
we’re driving through.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 12,  2017

Seagulls Flying

Upon a shore
is found a sight
a certain someone
filled with fright.
They found a time
so misconstrued
to feed the seagulls
wanting food.
Seagulls flying
have no fear
to poop on whom
that is so near.
Even the feeder
that’s giving bread
seagulls flying
poop on their head.
This person soon
went running fast
from seagulls flying
shadows cast.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 12,  2017

True Love In Disguise

Windows of a heart
often need a little shine
to give a better view
of a persons point and time.
Seasons of a  moment
are as flowers that bloom
becoming as the beauty
for love to come in tune.
True love in disguise is
a version many miss
while they are thinking
it’s brought on by a kiss.
Many find their passion
in the things that they see
while true love in disguise
is a moment given free.
Blessings from Lord Jesus
are so often in the eyes
scented with a moment
that is true love in disguise.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 12,  2017

Mountain Scene

A piece of art
that’s drawn so fine
is a mountain scene
of another time.
It could become
another place
within the artist’s
true embrace.
A mountain scene
that comes in view
drawn with love
that times ensue.
Penciled in
as thoughts unfold
this mountain scene
a story told.
It is a drawing
a piece of art
a mountain scene
that thoughts impart.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 13,  2017

Mallards Flock

On a cold winter’s day
in a pond so precise
I saw some Mallards flock
into a pond full of ice.
These ducks of destination
may have just lost their way
or forgotten it was winter
and not the month of May.
They walked upon the ice
with web feet made to swim
as many quacked together
for some more to join in.
They hardly noticed me there
with my camera there in hand
snapping many photos
of them trying hard to stand.
The moment was enlightening
as I listened to them squawk
while others came in landing
to join the Mallards flock.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 13,  2017

With Starry Eyes

Heartbeats glisten
pounding true
with the seasons
With starry eyes
a scenic place
becomes time
of sweet embrace.
As love begins
and shows its way
a starry sight
begins to sway.
Heavens window
gives a view
with starry eyes
of life anew.
God sends angels
all around
to help us up
when we fall down.
Life is often
in disguise
seen by ones
with starry eyes.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 13,  2017

A February Memory

I found a photo
of long ago
a time and place
that had no snow.
A scene recorded
we could see
a February
This special place
so faraway
was state of mind
another day.
A time sublime
we can’t forget,
a place in time,
a bright sunset.
This photograph
of history
is a February

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 13,  2017

Time Begins

Paths are crossed
as time begins
with our lives
like violins.
Strumming tunes
of love and life
as time begins
husband and wife.
The seasons show
a pathway trod
as time begins
with help from God.
Doors will swing
another way
as time begins
a great display.
Two are joined
to become one
as time begins
with said and done.
Words are spoken
of true true love
bonded together
by God above.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 14,  2017

Heaven’s Peace

A day with shadows
that minutes release
are hazy meadows of
Heaven’s peace.
The view is clouded,
but yet it is clear
Heaven’s peace
is truly sincere.
It comes with beauty,
it comes with love,
it comes as magic
of a snow white dove.
Heaven’s peace
is a wonderful view
found as a glimmer
of life found anew.
Seasons are seconds
with time moving on
while Heaven’s peace
is dusk unto dawn.
It is a mere journey
where troubles release
found in the shadows of
Heaven’s peace.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 14,  2017

for Jan 14,  2017

Heaven in the stars
holds our imagination
that often is real.

A journey of time
is a pathway of footsteps
imprinting our lives.

Indecisive thoughts
will create an avalanche
that could prevent life.

Amidst a storm cloud
holds a chance for a rainbow
to shine in its wake.

Life is a gamble,
but a sure thing is Jesus,
so give it to Him.

Seconds that we see
are often more important
than all the hours.

Building blocks of life
are the footsteps that we take
and things that we say.

Falling into holes
is a problem of many,
but we can climb out.

A flower will hide
behind blooms within itself
to allow it life.

Change is a moment
that needs action to be made
or there is no change.

A snowflake’s journey
is a predestined pathway
that changes in stride.

Counting the minutes
will guarantee your sadness,
for patience is key.

When walking alone
you are not really alone,
for God is with you.

Scenes that we have seen
become memories of life
our minds photograph.

Morning is coming
even if you’re not ready,
so start it with prayer.

Harboring sadness
will detain your happiness,
for there is no room.

Signatures of clouds
are as artist in the sky
creating pictures.

Beyond perfection
is the greatest imperfection
called humanity.

Temporal balance
is a change of perception
of how you view things.

A simple fragment
of time that becomes living
might be a shadow.

A heart that’s broken
can be healed with love and care,
but it will take time.

The flavors of life
are as personalities
that ones define us.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 14,  2017

Our Newest book
Pearce’s Poetry Pictures
and if you are not in the USA
you can buy it here at Amazon
My wife Judy’s Poetry books 🙂
Ben Geurts Drawing Art site
and Old Fashioned Christmas site
My Animal’s Greetings site below
One of my friends sites below
and once again the poetry contest at
Me on YouTube
Your frosty friend Bill 🙂

Said And Done


Hello my friends

I hope you are doing well.  Judy and I are
hanging in there.  Judy is here today,  Her
brother is still in the hospital in the cardiac
ward.  Judy’s heading back sometime this
week.  In the mean time,  we’re trying to
get our driver side car door fixed.  If we
have to pay for it again,  it will cost $500
and we cannot afford that.  Hopefully I’ll
get them to pay for it as they should, being
they didn’t do it right the first time.  Keep
us in your prayers.  OK,  new topic.  The
weather is still bouncing around back and
forth.  We’ve still got tons of snow hehehe.
I’ve taken the boys out numerous times
this passed week and sat and played in the
snow with them.  I did a number of videos
for Judy that I shared on Facebook and
they came out pretty good.  My butt got
a bit cold as I sat in the snow to play with
the boys.  Benny and Rocky seemed to
love it.  Benny spent a lot of time climbing
snow mounds to try and look over the top
of them LOL.  Rocky just bounces around
in the snow.  It’s great that he loves the
snow too.  He had never seen it until we
got him LOL.  He was a rescue dog from
Florida.  But the first sight of snow,  he
was like YIPPEE as him and Benny ran
out into the field of snow together side by
side.  Our old boy Milo could take it or
leave it.  There were days before he got
sick that he would play with Benny in
the cold white snow,  but not too often.
Most times he preferred to be indoors
no matter what the weather was like LOL.
Rocky is that way too.  He prefers to be
inside,  but if I come out with them,  he’s
twirling around in circles from excitement.
Judy is back to painting and I’ve done a
quite a few new picture poems.  It’s not
going to be long before I have enough to
start Pearce’s Poetry Pictures Volume 2.
We’ve sold a few,  but not enough to pay
any bills LOL.  Hopefully in time the sales
will pick up.  We’ve both put a lot of time
and effort into the book.  Not to mention
all of Judy’s other books.  Oh well,  time
will tell.  So,  what else is there to ramble
about?  Well,  Thursday I had Judy pull
in and stop the car so I could get out and
take pictures of the Houlton walking bridge.
It had tons of snow on it,  but fortunately it
was packed down from people walking on
it and so I walked atop of a foot or more
of snow to cross it and take pictures LOL.
Some of the pictures came out pretty good.
It was getting late in the day and the sun
was already setting,  so I had to hold my
camera completely still to get some good
pictures.  It meant for me to have to hold
my breath as I snapped pictures.  I might
use a few as picture poems 🙂  Right now
it’s 3 F degrees and supposed to be minus
11 degrees by Monday morning.  So yes
it is a tad cold up this way.  It’s still not as
cold as it’s gonna get I’m sure LOL.  Ye
ole winter has barely shown its teeth as
of yet.  I’m sure we’ll get a lot more snow
before it’s all said and done and me and
the boys have a lot more romp time yet
to be done in that cold white scenery 🙂
Yeppers,  I do love snow.  I hate it when
it turns to plain old ice though,  so I try to
enjoy it while I can.  Our landlord hired a
guy with a large front end loader to come
and move our snow pile back a little bit
to make room for more snow.  It was to
the point that I had to dig us a little path
through it so we could get in our house 🙂
Now we’re ready for the rest of what winter
has to through at us,  of course aside from
a drivers side door that will not open from
the outside LOL.  Hopefully though,  that
is resolved soon.  I’m sure God has not
forgotten us and we will make it through
the storms of troubles.  So,  now I guess
it’s time for me to be looking back on all
that I’ve written to see if I can find a word
or phrase that I can use 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 RECOLLECT VILLE.
I think I found a decent title not too far
back in my rambling.  Now to see if I can
do anything with it.  Here goes.

Said And Done

Within a windows
setting sun
a time might be as
said and done.
Yet a portions
timeless scenes
are ones value
window screens.
Many never
look outside
to see what God
as multiplied.
Scenes of wonder
blessings true
are there each day
for us to view.
Uncountable times
that things begin
are found to be
when moments end.
Don’t be known as
said and done,
before you’ve sought
to know God’s Son.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 8,  2017

There ya go.  I hope you understood the poem
and I hope also that my rambling didn’t bore
you too much LOL.  I can’t always write things
that everyone is interested in.  LOL I know I
do tend to get silly from time to time.  Hey it’s
silliness that helps the world go round hehehe.
Without a bit of laughter,  this world would be
but only a big blue ball of sadness.  Judy just
finished another painting.  It’s of Mt. Katahdin.
She did a pretty good job.  I’m going to use it
for a picture poem.  It looks like I have told
you all that there is to tell ya about our passed
week.  So now it’s time for me to tell you what
I tell you almost every week 🙂 and that is,  I
wrote some more poems and haiku.  Yeppers,
10 more poems and an extra 5 due to picture
poems,  so that ups the total to 15.  I also once
again wrote 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 believe
it’s time for me to begin my search for that
hardly elusive off switch,  but not before I
wish you a most joyous week.  Remember,
Jesus loves you and we do too.  OK,  hmm,
so where is that dadgum off switch hiding
this time?????  LOL,  I see ya hiding behind
my camera.  Trying to take a selfie are ya?
Gotcha,  see ya CLICK zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

God bless from Bill,  Judy,  Benny,  Rocky
and the spirit of Milo Pearce

P.S.  A link to our brand new book
Pearce’s Poetry Pictures
is at the end of the journal along
with all of the others.  Enjoy 🙂

P.S. again.  The first poem is one that
I wrote for Judy when she was gone to
stay with her brother in Bangor 🙂

Now it’s on with the poems and haiku
10+5 and 22 hehehehehehehehehehe 🙂

Alone In Love

Minutes seem longer
as seconds tick on
waiting for my true love
from dusk unto dawn.
I’m alone in love
as the minutes all pass
watching the shadows
that yesterdays cast.
It seems my heartbeat
yearns with a need
to have my true love
with passion I bleed.
I’m alone in love
as the clock ticks along
waiting for my honey
where she does belong.
I listen for her voice
and search for her face
while alone in love
as my heart starts to race.
I miss you so much dear
this I cannot deny
that I’m alone in love
with a tear in my eye.
I love you so truly
my sweet love for life.
I’m alone in love
waiting for you my wife.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 4,  2017

I Love You Judy <3
Love always Bill

Wanted Phase

A time sublime
with scenic days
becomes a dream
a wanted phase.
A page a stage
that finds my eyes
a wanted phase
with true surprise.
Things that sing
without a sound
are times of beauty
all around.
A phase of ways
that come and go
become the times
that we want so.
Yet to forget
the now and then
a wanted phase
might become dim.
So book a look
of memories
a wanted phase
of autumns leaves.
Allow somehow
the wondrous ways
to be the greatest
wanted phase.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 6,  2017

A Dreamer’s Eyes

As life moves forward
the past stands still
with just a glimmer
that dreams fulfill.
Left over moments
that fall in place
become as a dream
with times embrace.
A dreamer’s eyes
seek far and wide
a time remembered
again to ride.
A dream come true
that they had seen
a dreamer’s eyes
will seek a dream.
Without darkness,
without fear
a dreamer’s eyes
seek yesteryear.
While attempting
to draw a line
to now today
this point and time.
Yet the minutes
that are viewed
might be sort of
For each moment
is surprise
to find a place
a dreamer’s eyes.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 6,  2017

Sitting In Snow

With our two boys
and snow of white
I find a moment
such a sight.
Sitting in snow
as sunshine fades
me and our dogs
enjoy the days.
They’re our boys
with sweaters on
playing in snow
before it’s gone.
They love to play
as mounds will grow
while I’m sometimes
sitting in snow.
They’ll run around
bouncing with glee
while sometimes
we can barely see.
The scenic view
of to and fro
is often blinding
sitting in snow.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 6,  2017

Two Boys Standing

Hearts beat minutes
seconds counted
winters blessings
time’s surmounted.
Two boys standing
watching waiting
for their daddy
While I’m walking
there and to
they are playing
They can see me
walking there
these two boys
that stand and stare.
They’re our doggies
loved the same,
our two boys
of different frame.
Love is truly
how they flow
two boys standing
in the snow.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 6,  2017

Winter’s Mail

With snow of white
amidst the day
the winter’s mail
is on its way.
Snowy backdrops
find a while
seasons settings
times compile.
As a story
scenes of time
winter’s mail
is hard to find.
Frozen mailbox
such a sight
photo’s taken
winter’s white.
Then as echoes
seasons shine
winter’s mail
a great design.
Snowflakes falling
seem to sail
with the doorway
winter’s mail.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 6,  2017

With One Glance

A scene a dream
of times array
with one glance
turns night to day.
A stance romance
of times desire
with one glance
can turn to fire.
A stage and page
in many minds
with one glance
becomes designs.
A rose that grows
from watered scenes
with one glance
turns into dreams.
A choice a voice
of wanted ways
with one glance
is better days.
A place a face
in memories
with one glance
turns into seas.
A life a wife
for a lonely man
with one glance
becomes God’s plan.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 7,  2017

Disremembered Thoughts

Those thoughts that evade
as old age accrues
become disremembered
as our faded news.
Lifetimes of pathways
with stories we tell
become disremembered
with loss of detail.
Disremembered thoughts
of a lifetimes array
are often as the moments
we wish to display.
Yet as the years will pass
we might not recall
the hardest of times
we tried and we’d fall.
Seasons of journeys
that time may of lost
might just be the moments
disremembered thoughts.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 7,  2017

Life In The Fast Lane

With wheels rolling quickly
in a moment you see
you might end up crashing
into some debris.
Life is a time bomb
when moving too fast,
for speed bumps of lessons
are crashed not to pass.
Life in the fast lane
can wear on your mind
as a doorway through hurry
becomes a land mine.
Take time to enjoy life
and see the scenery,
because you may not have
another chance which to see.
Time is a proportionate
moment to gain
and you might miss it all
life in the fast lane.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 7,  2017

Mere Confusion

Sometimes now
is hard to view
for it’s not what
we wish true.
Often a moment
will go sour
as a minute
becomes an hour.
Mere confusion
time records
is just sometimes
our rewards.
Doing wrongly
what we should
because we then
Simple seconds
counted true
mere confusion
might be you.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 7,  2017

Winter Paws

A winter sight
with scenes of snow
has winter paws
out in the cold.
Sweaters on
in snow of white
winter paws
is such a sight.
This day I see
with wondrous view
is found inlaid
with dogs of two.
Winter paws
of moments time
becomes the scene
that’s so divine.
A scenic stage
of oohs and aahs
is set to see these
winter paws.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 7,  2017


A bird of blue
in pussy willows
flutters and sings,
a moment billows.
It’s painted in
with brownish chest
and blue colors
to its crest.
The scene is set
within this paint
timeless portions
not too faint.
A bluebird nestles
in the scene
pussy willows
so supreme.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 7,  2017

Purple Winter

As painted dreams
a purple shade
a purple winter
has been made.
A painted scene
a purple road
a snowy winter
is bestowed.
Snowflakes falling
through the trees
a purple winter
painted seas.
A picture painting
a purple winter
is in view.
Time’s envisioned
a purple day
a purple winter
a painted way.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 7,  2017

Winter Beckons

In our driveway
road to town
snow is laden
on the ground.
Winter beckons
days and nights
turned into some
scenic sights.
Many footprints
there and to
add a texture
to the view.
Winter beckons
as a stage
many moments
age to age.
As a dancer
snowflakes fall
timeless scenes
to cover all.
Winter beckons
words of choice
with its seasons
winter voice.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 7,  2017

Snoopy and Woodstock

On a starry starry night
two characters were seen
upon this old doghouse
somewhere in a dream.
Snoopy and Woodstock
laid dreaming to fly
while searching diligently
all through the sky.
Little Woodstock sat up
upon Snoopy’s belly
to look up at the sky
like it was scenic telly.
He watched and dreamed
of a fantastic place
where Snoopy and him
could fly off in space.
But this is just a painting
of somebody’s dream
Snoopy and Woodstock
found in the scene.
They lie on the doghouse
of fantasy red
to dream about a place
that now is their bed.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 8,  2017

for Jan 7,  2017

Now is a moment
that you might one day forget
to repeat later.

Within a heartbeat
holds the hope for the future
if love guides the way.

Yes might not mean yes
as ones answer might be seen
as but only no.

Life is a doorway
that opens up and closes
with choices through time.

Midmorning shadows
display their own emotions
as moments fly by.

The moon and the stars
create the stories in life
that become our dreams.

Love as a flower
becomes petals of beauty
if it is nourished.

Beyond horizons
are the surprises of life
that await our sight.

Within a snowflake
is a snowman yet to live
as others gather.

A breath yet to breathe
is a choice we’ve yet chosen
for our tomorrows.

The stars that twinkle
speak of stories of Heaven
with infinite skies.

Sunshine of winter
is a persons perception
of how they perceive.

Summertime’s grasses
go into hibernation
as winter arrives.

Wisdom of a bee
is but only its instincts
to do what it does.

Life as a window
is that of which ones look through,
but do not see you.

The storms of troubles
are often fueled by actions
of you and others.

A drummer that drums
can create his own rhythm
by looking inside.

Various people
are benefactors of hope
and others of greed.

All the sights and sounds
that we hear and see each day
are just part of life.

One that’s arrogant
thinks too highly of themselves
and friendship is none.

Hills that are too steep
will cause us to slide back down,
so take heed your climb.

Before and after
are the details of our lives
that ones remember.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 7,  2017

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Hopes Of Seeing


Hello my friends

It’s been a wild passed year.  So many
things have happened,  but for the most
part it wasn’t all that bad.  Yesterday was
a bad day though.  Judy’s younger brother
Ricky had a heart attack and now he’s in
the Bangor hospital in ICU.  He isn’t doing
well at all.  Judy was going to go down to
be with him last night,  but it was snowing
pretty good.  It didn’t stop snowing until
around 10 or 11 this morning.  Judy has
headed down to Bangor now to check on
Ricky and be with him.  The boys and me
are going to spend the day together,  being
it wouldn’t of been a good idea to go and
bring them,  because Judy might stay over
night.  Anyways,  Judy promised me she’d
call and keep me informed how he’s doing
and all.  I took the boys outside for a bit
of a roll in the snow.  I took a few pictures
of them and then brought out my camera
tripod and got a couple of selfies of me
and them together in the snow.  We’re
making the best of it.  Judy just sent me
a Facebook message saying Ricky is in
worse shape today.  Yesterday his kidneys
were shutting down.  What a way to start
off the new year.  We’ve been expecting
it though.  Anyways,  on to another topic.
I had to let the boys out a minute ago LOL.
They were both wanting to go outside and
potty and play in the snow and I’m sensing
more playing in the snow.  Benny loves to
climb snow mounds and sit on top.  King
of the hill I guess he feels like hehehehe.
Rocky just bounces around having fun.
I might need to check to see if they are
ready to come back in,  so I’ll be back in
a minute.  I’m back.  They were waiting
at the front door 🙂  I just called my mom
up to tell her the news on Ricky.  Judy
just posted a message that she thinks she
may have to spend the night at the hospital.
I hope not,  but it’s in God’s Hands.  I’m
sure whatever happens will be what that
is supposed to happen.  LOL Rocky is
right behind me wanting me to play with
him.  If I play with him every time he wants
me to,  I’ll never get this journal finished 🙂
Now he’s lying down right under me.  He’s
worried about Mom/Judy.  Benny is in the
living room watching the front door.  They
both know something’s wrong.  I might go
outside with them and  play with them after
I finish this.  Of course it’ll be dark then,
but that’s what our outside solar sensor
motion detection lights are for LOL.  Yep,
they come in handy.    LOL when the boys
are out and I don’t see them at the front
door I’ll call them and watch the sensor
lights come on one at time as they pass
by them headed for the front door LOL.
It amazes us how well behaved these two
boys are.  Milo our RIP beloved was also
very well behaved.  We see a lot of Milo
in Rocky.  Of course a Shih Tzu is closely
related to a Lhasa Apso and Milo was a
Lhasa Apso and Rocky is a Shih Tzu 🙂
Life at the Pearce’s Place continues on.
There’s not much that has gone on other
than of course the obvious.  Other wise
I’m still doing my picture poems and Judy
is still painting.  The boys are still ornery
as ever LOL.  Right now they’re both in
the living room watching the front door in
hopes of seeing mom/Judy come home 🙂
But,  from the way things are looking,  it
doesn’t look like she’ll be coming home
tonight.  So,  it looks like it’s gonna be a
quiet night tonight.  There’s not much on
TV worth watching other than maybe a few
game shows such as Family Feud LOL.
I might just work on some picture poems.
Well,  as you can tell our New Year has
begun at a wobbly pace.  Our driver side
car door handle broke again just like it did
last winter LOL.  The inside door handle
works fine,  it’s just the outer door handle
that will not work.  Now once again we’ve
gotta open the door from the passenger
side and reach over and open the driver
side door LOL.  Hopefully we can afford
to get it fixed this week,  AGAIN.  That’s
life,  if there were never any problems
then we would overlook the good times.
God has been good to us and for that I
am grateful.   So I reckon it’s time for me
to begin my journey back through all that
I have written here to see if I can 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 to that place of my
recollection that I always like to call
RECOLLECT VILLE.  I think I  may
have found a decent title not too far
back in my rambling.  Now to see if I
can do anything with it.  Here goes…

Hopes Of Seeing

A timeless place
with memories
becomes the face
of deep blue seas.
All the moments
we remember
we hope to see
a burning ember.
Yet, some moments
lose their stride
as the minutes
are applied.
But some echoes
times record
become a ship
to climb aboard.
Hopes of seeing
distant days
timeless scenes
another phase.
Often pathways
that we view
are not what
we needed do.
So God gives
another door
a moments time
to then explore.
Heartbeats beating
then and there
hopes of seeing
timeless prayer.

©By Bill Pearce
Jan 1,  2017

Well,  there ya go.  I hope the poem made
at least a little sense to you.  Also I hope my
rambling didn’t bore ya too much.  Hopefully
there are not too many typos in this.  Judy
isn’t here to help me read through it.  I can’t
think of much else to tell you.  I’ve told you
about all I can think of that anybody would
want to hear about LOL.  I guess it’s time
now for me to be telling you what I tell you
almost every week and that is,  I wrote some
more poems and haiku.  Yeppers I wrote 10
more poems with an added 2 due to yea ole
picture poems.  I also wrote a New Years
phrase that I also made into a picture poem.
There are 4 Christmas poems out of all of
that which ups the count of poems to 12
or 13 if ya wanna count the phrase hehehe.
Also I wrote once again 22 haiku for all
of the haiku lovers out there.  I hope you
can find at least 1 or 2 of either or both
that you like.  Now I believe it’s time for
me to try to find that ornery off switch,
but not before I wish you all a wonderful
week and a Happy New Year.  Remember,
Jesus loves you and we do too.  Now to
find that dad gum poor at hiding off switch.
LOL,  you’ve gotta be kidding.  You’ve
had TWO weeks to look for a good hiding
spot being I didn’t look for ya last week
because of Christmas.  Once again,  you
have hidden behind my respirator that
I use  quite often,  not to mention it’s
a tad smaller than you.   I can see you 🙂
Gotcha,  see ya CLICK zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

God bless from Bill,  Judy,  Benny,  Rocky
and the spirit of Milo Pearce

P.S  A link to our brand new book
Pearce’s Poetry Pictures
is at the end of the journal along
with all of the others.  Enjoy 🙂

Now it’s on with the poems and haiku
10+2+1 phrase and 22 hehehehehe 🙂

A Christmas Drive

One winter’s day
that I remember
we took a drive
amidst December.
A Christmas drive
for us to see
the sights around
God given free.
Bridges crossed
and scenes arose
a Christmas drive
a scenic road.
With snow perceived
at every sight
the minutes gave
a view of white.
The blessings grew
as wheels went round
a Christmas drive
of sight and sound.
We sung to songs
on the radio
as time went on
in Christmas snow.
Many minutes
would surely pass
as we drove on,
but not too fast.
Each little view
would come alive
with wondrous things
a Christmas drive.

©By Bill Pearce
Dec 25,  2016

Bridge Of Winter

Lasting memories
found in my frame
display the moments
I remember by name.
That bridge of winter
with Christmas lights
displayed in seasons
of coldest nights.
We often see it
as a moment in time
a scene remembered
of a Christmas sign.
The bridge of winter
is a timeless view
painted with snow
as a river runs through.
Some cold icy waters
are found down below
the bridge of winter
all covered with snow.
Time is a doorway
to seasons to come
as the bridge of winter
sees each setting sun.
Momentous stages
of Christmas divine
are a bridge of winter
to a wondrous design.

©By Bill Pearce
Dec 26,  2016

Without Moving

Standing watching
never moving
often leaves ones
always losing.
Time will tick on
never fear
without moving
from yesteryear.
Yet our actions
dusk to dawn
display shadows
then and gone.
So just standing
watching life,
you might also
fill with strife.
Without moving
not even trying
you might just be
daily dying.

©By Bill Pearce
Dec 29,  2016

A Place To Eat

Blinding sunshine
snow of white
hinders vision
such a sight.
Searching truly
place and time
a place to eat
that we can find.
A scenic drive
to many places
a moments time
with smiling faces.
We drive on
while seeking true
a place to eat
to come in view.
Then a glimpse of
something’s seen
a place to eat
that’s all agleam.
Snowy walkways
to find a seat
within the walls
a place to eat.

©By Bill Pearce
Dec 29,  2016

Autumn’s Journey

With color schemes
of orange and brown
and more colors
as we look around.
The door of autumn
opens real wide
for a journey seen
on an autumn drive.
It tells a story
with words to see
the painted colors
God’s given free.
Autumn’s journey
is a great design
for ones to seek
and ones to find.
It is but a page
of momentous views
sometimes as greens,
sometimes as blues.
Autumns journey
is a wondrous thing
found in amazement
colors that sing.

©By Bill Pearce
Dec 29,  2016

Another Turn

With winter’s while
comes snow to see
another turn
a slight degree.
A seasons play
on stage to find
a certain scene
of Christmas time.
Another turn
displays a style
where time becomes
a moment’s mile.
Connected paths
to then and there
another turn
displays its flair.
A pinkish scene
with awesome hue
is seen within
the sky of blue.
Time becomes
a moments ride
another turn
to coincide.

©By Bill Pearce
Dec 29,  2016

Two Boys In The Snow

As the snow falls
our four legged boys
play with the snowflakes
just like they are toys.
They love to roll around
in white snow so deep
and when they get tired
go inside to sleep.
Two boys in the snow
are brothers so true,
yet of different breeds
but love is true blue.
They head out to play
when snow’s falling down
and they run side by side
as they bounce all around.
They get so excited
when I come out to play
that they jump joyfully
in nighttime or day.
The snow is their calling
as they run to and fro
our four legged friends
two boys in the snow.

©By Bill Pearce
Dec 29,  2016

Wintertime Fun

Snowflakes falling
as children sing
displays a picture,
an ice skating ring.
A frozen pond
with ice so thick
that children will play
with a hockey stick.
Some will fall down
as others will play
wintertime fun
in a wintertime way.
A snowman waves
with sticks as arms
and a fat snow belly
with wintertime charms.
The day finds end
as day turns to night
while wintertime fun
seeks for new daylight.

©By Bill Pearce
Dec 29,  2016

Christmas Nights

Through the darkness
lights portray
seasons glimmers
Christmas day.
Lights with colors
a wonderful scene
Christmas nights,
red,  blue and green.
In the shadows
there might be found
a manger scene,
snow falling down.
Those great times
of seasonal days
become the essence
of glorious ways.
Jesus as a baby
in an animal stall
Christmas nights
for us one and all.

©By Bill Pearce
Dec 30,  2016

Midnight Moonlight

A starry night
as a river flows
displays a picture
the moon bestows.
A snowy time
with trees of green
midnight moonlight
such a scene.
A painted moment
brushstrokes find
a midnight sight
an awesome time.
The river seems
to flow out of sight
amidst the time
midnight moonlight.

©By Bill Pearce
Dec 30,  2016

Winter Fisher

A bird of blue
and orangish hue
is painted in
a dream come true.
A winter fisher
king of a name
displays a story
that times attain.
A bird of feathers
is in a scene
a kingfisher found
awaiting spring.
But now he’s painted
a moment in time
a winter fisher
a scenes design.
Watching snowflakes
fall on his face
the winter fisher
must then embrace.
The scenes he sees
a dreaming wisher
the bird of blue
is the winter fisher.

©By Bill Pearce
Dec 30,  2016

Cold Winter’s Night

A distant farm
with some small homes
is found displayed
where deer will roam.
A scenic sky
a painted dream
a snow filled bank
and rushing stream.
A cold winter’s night
is surely exposed
as a wonderful scene
the painter proposed.
Created with paint,
but thought intertwined
a cold winter’s night
the painter designed.
Scenes of moonlight
and twinkling stars
are often confused
for Venus and Mars.
A cold winter’s night
becomes such a place
found by the painter
a time to embrace.

©By Bill Pearce
Dec 30,  2016

Happy New Year

A person that thinks they are nobody
is somebody just like in the middle of
nowhere is somewhere.  It all has a place
and a personal experience.  It’s just how
we view them.  So,  we are all somebody
and we are always somewhere.

Make the new year a time where you are
a better person located in a better place.

©By Bill Pearce
Dec 31,  2016

for Dec 31,  2016

Beyond a moment
lives many expectations
that might be a dream.

Zest of a morning
can encounter some speed bumps
and breed much despair.

The future will live
no matter if we screw up,
but it might be bad.

Roots of a flower
drink the Earth from down below
and holds fast to change.

Living in a moment
might challenge reality,
for moments will pass.

Time is a threshold
to cross or yet not to cross,
for the choice is ours.

Nearing a tunnel
a light might be clearly seen
that looks like the past.

Scenes of arrival
might be a moments despair
for unwanted things.

The life of a rose
begins with a mere  seedling
and death spreads its seeds.

Within a second
holds many thoughts encountered
to move or stand still.

Inside a heartbeat
lives the emotions of life
as hopes beginnings.

Challenging people
could become your kryptonite
for they might be strong.

Inside the minds eye
lives the things we cannot see,
but yet they exist.

Purpose for pleasure
often becomes only lies
and pleasure is lost.

Staring at the sky
watching starlight to twinkle
will put ones to sleep.

Our life’s momentum
is controlled by emotions
that often turn gray.

Wintertime’s journey
is a pathway through Christmas
that ones dream of white.

Solitude’s memoir
lives as a purposeful time
that many find true.

Various people
become who they’re meant to be
and others just thrive.

Points of a turnstile
might become places to leave,
to return no more.

The essence of love
is a glimmer of hopeful
that lives within us.

Repeating a lie
without checking for its truth
will make you the liar.

©By Bill Pearce
Dec 31,  2016

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