Monthly Archives:February 2017


Hello my friends

Well,  it’s another day of winter,  but it
seems to be warming up a bit.  The snow
is melting away,  although we could still
have another few days of snow,  but it’s
not in the near futures forecast.  Right
now at 4 PM it’s 29 F degrees and we’ve
still got tons of snow outside.  It looks
like there will be a lot of floods down in
the lower lying areas as always due to the
melting snows and rain.  It happens every
year.  We’re on high ground so we have
nothing to worry about,  unless of course
there’s a massive flood that we have yet
to see.  So it’s on with the journal.  The
winter season is seeming to be wending
its way to springtime a little earlier than
normal.  Usually we have cold and snow
all the way through March and there’ve
been a few times on into April hehehe.
Benny and Rocky have been having fun
playing in the snow.  It seems we’ve got
a couple of snow dogs LOL.  If it were
not for the price of heating oil,  I would
not mind winter staying around a little
longer.  I love the snow and love to go
out and play in it especially with the boys.
It’s a windy day today.  The wind’s been
blowing quite briskly all morning and is
still with its gusto 🙂  Judy’s still doing
a lot of painting and getting better with
every stroke of the brush.  Her and her
sisters,  daughters and family are going
to start a paint night March 5 which is
next Sunday.  They have been just doing
their paintings at their homes the same
as Judy,  but now they’re going to all
get together one night a month and do
painting together at Judy’s daughters
house.  I wish there were something that
I was able to do with others that I like
to do such as play music or even fish,
but it doesn’t look like that will happen,
at least not now.  Maybe one day,  who
knows 🙂  I’m still busy working on new
picture poetry.  I’ve already got 56 new
picture poems.  Believe it or not,  they
aren’t that hard for me to do.  It seems
to be a knack of mine.  Our books are
slowly but surely being purchased,  but
they’ve got a long way to go before we
will see much of any income with them.
That’s OK,  I enjoy writing them and
Judy enjoys painting as well as writing.
It’s hard to believe that I’ve been writing
poetry for over 50 years huh LOL.  Yep,
and I’ve been writing this journal for
more than 20 years.  I’m sure there are
a few of you that remember near the
first publication of it LOL.  It wasn’t
near as wordy as it is now.  I guess I’ve
gotten a bit more rambly hehehehehe.
Plus I write a lot more than I used to
being,  then I was working and now I’m
retired.  Well since I began writing,  the
temperature has dropped a couple of
degrees 🙂  Now it’s 27 F degrees and the
wind is still talking to us 🙂  It looks as
though tomorrow will be a mirror image
of today,  temperature, wind and all :p
So what else is going on around here?
Hmm,  well to be honest,  it’s not been
too exciting.  Nope,  it’s pretty much
been the same old same old.  Though
a bit different than other weeks I did
not take many pictures,  being it was
way to bright and hard to see with the
sun reflecting off of the snow.  Plus
Judy and I didn’t do many drives to
town and when we did go,  the sun was
already going down making it hard to
get a good picture.  But I did take a
few around the house.  Remember the
lighthouse that Judy and I made last
year?  Well it weathered the winter and
the light is still shining.  I built it pretty
sturdy so I figured it would survive 🙂
Some of the paint has peeled,  but that’s
an easy fix.  All in all,  it still looks nice.
and lights the way.  So I reckon that’s
about all that’s going on around here.
God has kept His mighty hands over
us protecting us.  Of course we have
had a few trying times,  but nothing
that was going to tear us down.  Our
two boys keep us entertained. They
were most surely a blessing from God.
Now I believe it’s time for me to begin
my journey 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 little place of my
recollection that I always like to call
RECOLLECT VILLE.  It looks like
I may of found a decent title just a few
lines back.  Now to see what if anything
at all I can write using it.  Here goes.

Trying Times

A page from a moment,
a book that’s inlaid
is trying times minutes
of life’s promenade.
The seasons of thresholds
display in their gate
times we’ve been bitten
by when we can’t wait.
Mornings we’ve awoken
and gotten out of bed
to seek without thinking
to try and get ahead.
Sometimes our efforts
are without any prayer
as we waltz out the doorway
to times all aglare.
The problems become as
a weed that begrimes
when we went without praying
and found trying times.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 26,  2017

Ok there ya go.  I hope you liked the
poem and maybe even understood it.
Also I hope you enjoyed my rambling.
I’m sure a few of you read it while you
scratched your head saying,  what????
I do have a busy mind and it does tend
to drift from time to time LOL.  Oh well,
at least it gave ya something to read that
was clean hehehe.  Well,  as I said before,
I have been busy with picture poetry and
getting ready to have volume 3 published
maybe sometime in April.  I have found
that I enjoy writing picture poetry.  It’s
something that makes me have to write
outside of the box more often to find a
story in a photo or painting.  Most times
writing a poem,  I just find a title and
write using it.  So,  I hope many of you
will go and buy our books.  It would sure
help us out.  Judy and I have put a lot
of work into them.  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.  Yep,  10
more poems with only 3 extras this week.
11 of them are picture poems 🙂 without
the pictures of course hehehehe.  Oh and
yes I 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 weekend or whatever is left
of it and a most truly blessings filled week.
Remember,  Jesus loves you and we do too.
Alrighty then,  where is that off switch at?
Where can it be hiding this week?  Hmm,
I think I see something out of place that
is behind my tape measure.  Yep,  there
ya are.  You had to push it out a bit so
you could fit behind it huh LOL.  You’re
getting better,  but still,  no cigar hehehe.
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 🙂
Please buy our book 😉

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

A Storm

A time of sadness,
a time of grief
a storm becomes
a fallen leaf.
The pitter patter
raindrops make
can become
a hopeless lake.
But the moments
a storm finds
can bring hopeful
peace of minds.
Using lessons
times have shown
a storm can be
a times atone.
With the raindrops
seasons show
a storm has seeds
for you to sow.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 24,  2017

The Imagination

Those special times
that we come to
the imagination
within our view.
They are our dreams
our hopes desires
to extinguish
sadness fires.
So many things
that we bring forth
east to west
and south to north.
The many dreams
that come alive
a timeless scene
our hearts contrive.
Maybe a painting
of a unicorn
that comes to life
as fleshly born.
The imagination
can blossom true
a magical place
for me and you.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 24,  2017

Country White

Scenes of winter
country white
become paintings
God’s delight.
Mornings display
timeless shows
country white
a scene bestows.
As a painting
photos taken
I find pictures
come awaken.
Through the sticks
a scene is found
country white,
I look around.
Life’s a blossom
found in sight
a winter scene of
country white.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 24,  2017

Reaching For A Star

Midnight fantasies
of heated desires
seek for the starlight
and what that transpires.
The twinkling essence
of a distant place
brings ones a smile
to display on their face.
Reaching for a star
of a distant memory
a time far away
at night you can see.
Painted emotions
might surely be seen
a time that is found
as just but a dream.
Found as illusion
this painting has filled
colors of emotion
with heartbeats instilled.
Yet in the painting
of near and afar
there displays someone
that’s reaching for a star.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 24,  2017

A Lonely Heart

Life with stories
ones can tell
finds ones living
near to Hell.
Without seeing
knowing true
a lonely heart
might be with you.
Often without
actions seen
a lonely heart
might have a dream.
A dream of life
that they succeed
found in pages
books they read.
Yet we often
do not know
that they’re there
and feeling low.
A lonely heart
might be so clear,
but you’ve sought
to never hear.
So ones teardrops
might just fall
without no one
they can call.
Don’t let someone
fall away,
a lonely heart
of day to day.
Seek for friendship,
show them true
love and life
for them to view.
Don’t let someone
fall apart
always being
a lonely heart.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 24,  2017

House Of Memories

Amidst a long drive
of so long ago
we came then upon
a house within snow,
It seemed to be alive
with many memories
as windows of time
of oceans and seas.
This house that we saw
was a shadows cast,
a story,  a journal
found from the past.
It held in its walls
a scented array
seeming as haunted
in a wondrous display.
There was no fear,
not a moments unease
as we drove on past
the house of memories.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 24,  2017

Beside The Tracks

An autumn stroll
through mystery
was found one day
a sight to see.
Beside the tracks
of thereunto
there was my stride
a wondrous view.
An autumn day
with photographs
was beautiful
beside the tracks.
Footsteps made
as minutes form
waiting to hear
a trains loud horn.
Beside the tracks
the season shines
an autumn stroll
the moment finds.
Just like a page
of memory
beside the tracks
is history.
A time unfolded
for me to share
a photograph,
a breath of air.
The autumn leaves
are on the path
while I am seen
beside the tracks.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 24,  2017

A Timeless Pier

So long ago
in times so warm
a photograph
was then and born.
Upon a pier
was fishermen
a moments scene
to then begin.
It’s now recorded
a timeless pier
with deep blue seas.
The stage is set
as shadows cast
the echoes of
a photograph.
Within the scene
my wife adheres
my photograph
a timeless pier.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 24,  2017

As Life Begins

With morning glories
oh so blue
a life begins
a day anew.
Bluebirds landing
there in place
the day is found
a wondrous face.
A smiling essence
God has shown
morning glories
birds have flown.
Blessing filled
to give a smile
as life begins
to then compile.
Some bluebirds fly
with wondrous grace
and land so gently
to embrace
the morning glories
time has shown
as life begins
and birds have flown.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 24,  2017

A Heavenly Day

Clouds as a painting
shimmering sight
display the beauty
of heavenly light.
A day within portions
of sunshine of love
pours out like liquid
from Heaven above.
A heavenly day
with a beautiful sky
finds ones the motive
a photograph high.
A farm in the distance
is displayed so fine
while clouds all billow
their wondrous design.
The scene is as magic
of a blessings array
as a great memory
a heavenly day.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 25,  2017

Bridge To View

Evening is displayed
sometime in sight
with a bridge to view
the evenings delight.
Often a moment
will come into view
a time so special
that enlightens you.
With a bridge to view
a wintertime scheme
from our car one day
such a wonderful scene.
Snow driven pathways
to a distant time shore
become as the essence
that many adore.
A picture of a moment
that then comes alive
with a bridge to view
that so many drive.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 25,  2017

Snowscape Painting

Scenes come alive
in the snow of white,
a moment painted
is pure delight.
A snowscape scene
of wintertime’s love
finds in a painting
timeless thereof.
Two dogs posing
in a picture of snow,
now just a painting
that seems all aglow.
Trees in the distance
become as the heart,
all covered with snow
as times work of art.
Time’s remembered
as a magical theme,
found now as painted
with light all agleam
A snowscape painting
with our two boys
is found in a moment
as winter employs.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 25,  2017

Within The Cold

As if a story
that’s written in time
there is a farm house
a picturesque rhyme.
Within the cold
of wintertime’s grasp
there is a story
of future and past.
Scented with snowflakes
timeless the essence
within the cold
is winter’s candescence.
A flag is blowing
in wintertimes breeze
as it shows near it
a tree without leaves.
With autumns pathway
to winters behold
there is a farmhouse
within the cold.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 25,  2017

for Feb 25,  2017

Shadows of dewdrops
come as echoes of the day
displayed in silence.

Without a heartbeat
life is just a memory
found in existence.

A flower’s beauty
is depicted by the time
and date that it blooms.

A storm of today
could become your memories
that seem as much less.

Within our thinking
holds the choices of many
that have changed our thoughts.

Living fantasies
can become many nightmares
that weren’t meant to be.

A desires flaw
can be enhanced by actions
as truth is revealed.

Inside life’s doorways
holds the chances for new life
or passed reflections.

Mornings of sunshine
may be hidden behind clouds,
but the sun is there.

A glimpse of starlight
can become a wondrous dream
that’s filled full of hope.

Allowing anger
to become all that you are
makes you dynamite.

Seasons of snowflakes
will melt away in springtime
with rivers to flow.

A mere emotion
can bring forth much destruction
if it is sour.

As life has begun
it shall also find demise
if we lose the truth.

Plants that are watered
also need sunshine and Earth
to become stronger.

Beyond ones thinking
holds the factors of belief
or ones lack thereof.

Sliding down a hill
puts grooves in the footings
that others will see.

Searching too harshly
will only find you much despair,
for your search is null.

The leaves on a tree
will fall off during autumn
but decorate well.

The glance of a friend
can be filled with joy for you
and still be real sad.

Deceptive people
leave a trail of misery
when truth is revealed.

The term perfection
is what ones misinterpret
as being the best.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 25,  2017

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Hello my friends

How’s it going in your neck of the woods?  Ours
is a little bit white.  We got almost 3 foot of snow
last week and it snowed off and on throughout the
week.  It snowed a little bit today,  but nothing of
a grand scale.  The temperatures are seeming to
be going up a little bit.  Right now it’s only 32 F.
Yeppers,  it looks like we might get an early spring
if this keeps up,  but I’m not betting on it hehehe.
The temperature could drop without warning LOL.
So,  we might still have a few surprises awaiting us.
Now it’s onwards with the journal.  I’ve taken the
boys outside and played with them a few times this
week and took a few pictures and videos to boot 🙂
They love it when I go outside and play with them.
Right now the boys are right beside me begging
for treats LOL.  We’ve already given them their
dentist sticks and a couple sausage links a piece,
so I think they can wait.  They have dried food in
their dog bowls if they’re hungry LOL.  They both
gave up and are now lying on the floor between
Judy and I.  Judy’s over there painting pictures.
She’s getting pretty darn good at it too.  If she
keeps up like she is,  she might become a famous
painter in the future 🙂  The future is a mystery
that we can only guesstimate.  The weatherman
only forecasts the weather which means the same
as guesstimate unless there is an actual radar
image showing what is actually in progress and
then they can only guesstimate the outcome of
it.  OK so what else has gone on around here or
thereabouts LOL?  Well Judy and I took a drive
up north to Presque Isle while it was snowing
and went to KFC and bought us some chicken.
It wasn’t snowing too bad.  If it had been bad,
we would not of gone.  It was a nice drive.  I
took pictures and a couple videos while she
drove as usual LOL.  I’ve been working hard
on my new book and I’ve already got 45 new
picture poems for volume 3 of Pearce’s Poetry
Pictures.  At this rate,  I might have it ready
for publication by April or before.  I know,
you’re probably saying,  how can this guy
write so much.  Well I have no answer except
that it’s my God given gift.  LOL  I never
have a clue of what I will write about until I
begin with the title and it’s like a blooming
flower.  Yet sometimes it might have a few
thorns hehehe.  Yes sometimes the words
can get a bit sticky.  Nonetheless I seem to
manage to work through it.  I wish I could
paint like Judy,  but it’s just not my forte 🙂
I know,  she has been practicing and all
and maybe if I too practiced painting I also
might become good,  but it’s not what I am
interested in at the moment.  I’ll stick with
writing for the moment LOL.  Hopefully
when I’m dead and gone our books will
become a big thing and maybe help Judy
to survive.  Yet,  for now,  at least they’re
selling a little bit.  OK next topic hehehe.
Thursday,  I took my conga drums out in
the snow and did a little drumming after
of course I tossed a few snowballs for the
boys to try to catch or more to the point,
chase after LOL.  I did a couple of videos
of them chasing snowballs and of me on
my conga drums.  I had to do two videos,
being that Rocky decided to take a couple
of dumps right in front of the camera in
the first video LOL.  When ya gotta go,
ya gotta go hehehe.  All in all,  the week
wasn’t too bad.  Oh yea,  we’ve gotten
news that Judy’s brother Ricky is going
to continue staying in the nursing home,
being his health has not gotten any better
and is not expected to.  He cannot take
care of himself anymore.  I feel for him,
because I know it hurts for him to not
be able to live on his own anymore,  but
a lot of things happen that none of us
are wanting,  but may just have to accept.
Life doesn’t always play fair,  but with
God there is a better end to the story.
Time has a way of painting a picture that
we might not understand until it is fully
painted.  Have faith that it will all be OK.
Now,  I believe it’s time for me to begin
my journey back through all that I have
written here to see if I can find a decent
word or phrase that I can use for the
title for today’s brand new poem.  And
so it’s away I go to that little place of
my recollection that I always like to call
RECOLLECT VILLE.  I think I may of
stumbled on a fairly decent title near
the beginning of my rambling hehehehe.
Now let’s see if I can do anything with it.
Here goes nothing hehehe Maybe so LOL.


A plotted course
of indecision
to guesstimate
the inner vision
becomes a path
a time to tell
a mere forecast
of times detail.
We often view
our yesterdays
as minutes seen
and just a phase,
but tomorrow
brings to view
a chance to see
another new.
To guesstimate
the facts of time
we might not see
the moments sign.
The phase in fact
might be too late
for we can only

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 19,  2017

LOL so there ya go.  I hope you liked the poem.
I know it may of seemed a bit confusing,  but it’s
my thoughts that come out in spurts hehehehehe.
Also I hope you enjoyed my rambling as I filled
you in on the craziness that goes on around this
place.  This Place is teeming with poetry and
painting as well as love and life.  Our little boys
Benny and Rocky keep us entertained.  Though
at this moment,  they are both sound asleep and
maybe dreaming of treats LOL.  Milo’s spirit is
alive within our home.  I can feel him now as he
brushes up against my leg as he used to do.  Yes
our old boy is still with us in spirit.  I guess it’s
time for me to tell you what I tell you almost
every week and that is,  I wrote some poems
and haiku.  Yeppers,  10 more poems,  but um,
I got a little wacky on writing with many of
the poems being picture poems and I wrote 10
extra poems.  So in total I wrote 20 poems 🙂
Yes of course I wrote 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 begin my
search for that hardly elusive off switch,  but
not before I wish you a most wonderful God
filled week,  Remember,  Jesus loves you and
we do too.  OK now,  where is that confounded
off switch hiding this time and I use the term
hiding loosely LOL?  Hmmm,  nope it’s not
behind my nose spray and not behind my
orange juice glass.  Aha,  I see ya you little
varmint.  My flashlight began to roll just a
tad as I saw my harmonica begin to slide 🙂
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 🙂
Please buy our book 😉

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

Seasons Gestured

Driving down
a winters way
we saw a sight
amidst the day.
Seasons gestured
in a style,
timeless fashioned
snows compile.
A moments scene
of wintertime,
seasons gestured
snow combined.
A real old house
and old garage,
seasons gestured
like mirage.
I took a picture
a photograph,
seasons gestured
of the past.
It brought to mind
a hopeful scene,
seasons gestured
as a dream.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 15,  2017

Dreamers Moons

A dreamers mind,
a special place,
A certain scene
way out in space.
This is a time,
a point of view
of a certain one,
maybe me or you
A spacy voyage
of dreamers moons
upon a planet
of circled swoons.
Within the rings
the planet shows
a wolf howling
all it knows.
Yet it’s painted
as a place,
dreamers moons
way out in space.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 15,  2017

Midnight Waterfall

Seen in blue
without a sound
a midnight waterfall
seeks the ground.
Splashing waters
find their flow
that the painter
did bestow.
A painted waterfall
seeks to find
time and place
a peaceful mind.
A mere painting
seen in blue
becomes something
great to view.
With some cranes
stood through it all
watching the midnight

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 15,  2017

Barn Of Winter

Blue skies playing
fun with clouds
display seasons
time endows.
Barn of winter
is enhanced
as the snowflakes
surely danced.
But the barn
withstood it all
as it did through
leaves of fall.
Time is nothing
but a gaze
barn of winter
seasons phase.
Like a memoir
its reflection
seeks the patterns
times connections.
As a tree stands
front and center
the time is found
a barn of winter.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 15,  2017

This Old Barn

One day on a drive
from town to home
I saw an old barn
of a wintery tone.
It stood as artwork
awaiting critique
with snow on its roof
with nary a leak.
This old emotion
was a season delight
so timeless created
as a wonderful sight.
It became a story
a written decade
with minutes added
to a seasons cascade.
One day on a drive
we saw an old farm
that displayed so truly
this old barn.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 16,  2017

The Motmot

This bird of colors
is kingfisher kind
colorful feathers
with wondrous design.
A beautiful plumage
and a real long tail
that they wag quickly
to often set sail.
They use it for warning
and use if for flight
to help them navigate
a moment of fright.
They eat bugs and lizards
and will also take fruit
the motmot of many
an owl gives a hoot.
With so many colors
and blue on their head
the motmot of time
is surely widespread.
Now as a painting
a simple memory,
the motmot recalls
a sight you can see.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 16,  2017

Snowy Field

Within a field
is seen a hill
a certain scene
that times fulfill.
A snowy field
is found in view
with a tiny farm
and a snowy hue.
The distant hill
has turbines spun
with skiers paths
in winters sun.
Some trees create
a photoscape
a picture portal
dreams escape.
The minutes pass
with sun concealed
a winter scene
with snowy field.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 16,  2017

I Wish It Was Friday

Today and tomorrow
of times in my past
are just but a glimmer
that now goes too fast.
The Fridays remembered
of yesterdays age
are times in my youth
of a musical page.
When I looked forward
to Fridays at last
and had a good time then
that’s now shadows cast.
I wish it was Friday
and my health was good
with a band to play with
in our neighborhood.
But the seasons of age
have knocked on my door
and I wish it was Friday
like it’s not anymore.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 17,  2017

A Moment Of Peace

Life in a mirror
reflects how we fill
a time found within us
that we can’t conceal.
A minute, a moment,
a sequential time,
our reflection reveals
inside of our mind.
A moment of peace
is a place we can see
if we look for the good
that’s in you and me.
Windows of the heart
are often not clear,
for we spend so much time
on our own yesteryear.
Now is just a moment
that soon fades away
to give of some chances
to kneel down and pray.
The blessings we find
in our mirrors release
are given from God
as a moment of peace.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 17,  2017

Ocean Sunrise

Standing on the shore
of an ocean sunrise
a couple stands gazing
with love in their eyes.
The sand is awakened
as waves come ashore
with the ocean sunrise
that these two adore.
With the rhythmic beats
of the harmonic waves
the sounds are so blissful
this wonderful phase.
As a Heavenly blessing
that’s displayed so grand
these two stand together
in early mornings sand.
Creating their dreams
as a moment of time
the seconds turn into
a scene so sublime.
Making their impressions
with love in their eyes
these two stand together
with an ocean sunrise.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 17,  2017

A Memory

Mornings sun
displays a sight
a rod and reel
to seek a bite.
It sits so lonely
within the sea
as tide came in
with a memory.
The stage is set
for times recoil
a scene a dream
in ocean soil.
With just a sign
of the fisherman
as a memory
and certain plan.
The sea is seen
to hold in place
a memory
of its embrace.
A rod and reel
with fish to find
a memory
of another time.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 17,  2017

The Catch

One day a man
with fishing pole
had sought to fill
his daily goal.
He fished along
the ocean side
to catch a fish
with time applied.
The hours passed
as sun grew dim
and then he felt
a fish to swim.
It grabbed a hold
of hook and line
the catch he sought
that filled his mind.
They tugged away
a battle true
this man and fish
in a sea of blue.
It was a scene
of timeless match
this man so proud
that held the catch.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 17,  2017

Waterfall Wall

Minutes pass
a painted scene
a moments time
a wall serene.
A waterfall wall
of blue and white
is such a scene
painted in sight.
It has some birds
that fly around
this painted scene
without a sound.
I look to find
a fish or two
within this scene
of white and blue.
The waters crash
creating foam
found as white
with bluish tone.
This painted scene
where waters fall
is a magical place
a waterfall wall.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 17,  2017

Bubbles Float

Bubbles painted
in a picture
become essence
scenic fixture.
Seen as thoughts
our times display
words we hear
and words we say.
Bubbles floating
in romance
can become as
song and dance.
Maybe seconds
passing by
as our lessons
do or die.
Words of wisdom
find their way
with a moments
own display.
Yet now painted
as a note
there’s a picture
bubbles float.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 17,  2017

Sliding Through Summer

This day I remember,
this time I recall
is a moment of summer
that’s soon before fall.
Sliding in the water
down slippery rocks
some kids might slide
with shoes and socks.
Seasons own journey
is a wonderful thing
sliding through summer
in memory of spring.
Some kids having fun
on a slippery slide
with waters flowing
creating a ride.
Those days I remember,
those days I recall
sliding through summer
just having a ball.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 17,  2017

Life Of Love

Then is a moment
a wonderful scene
with life of love
and hearts agleam.
We are the feathers
the wings of life
two as a doorway
to husband and wife.
Time is a portion
poured out like rain
love and emotion
not to abstain.
Then is a moment
we hold on so tight
the life of love
with Heavens delight.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 17,  2017

Dandelion Dreams

Gradient colors
seem to unfold,
a dandelion scene
is painted so bold.
Timeless precision
flowers a bloom
found as a weed
from April to June.
The dream is alive
as a passionate stage
painted as memoirs
the turn of a page.
Pointless perception
is often foreseen
dandelions needing
a mowers requiem.
Yet as a flower
it’s painted so true
dandelion dreams,
a moment in view.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 18,  2017

Big Blue Flowers

Painted with some
shades of blue
there’s some flowers
tried and true.
Found as pictures
that are seen
big blue flowers
like a dream.
The highlight shows
but just a trace
the flowers painted
times embrace.
Heartfelt moments
come in view
with the shade of
flowers blue.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 18,  2017

Prints Are Made

One summers day
with waves to roll
horseback riders
took a stroll.
A scenic sight
of time serene
prints were found
by oceans sheen.
A timeless trail
a wondrous view
prints were made
with horses hooves.
Moments passed
and it was gone
to be remembered
views so strong.
It was a moment
that will not fade
for it’s a picture
prints are made.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 18,  2017

Casting Out

Within our lives
is fear and doubt
that sometimes seems
with no way out.
An ocean of waves
might roll on in
and make a path
to lose or win.
While casting out
our lines of want
the fish we catch
might come to taunt.
The seas of life
are filled with waves
to rock our ships
on distant days.
But there is hope
from time to time
when casting out
with peace in mind.
With every scene
and time so true
our casting out
can change the view.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 18,  2017

for Feb 19,  2017

A list of stories
of a fisherman’s moment
might grow much larger.

Chance is a second
that a day will give to you
to change how you think.

Morning brings sunshine
even if it is hidden
behind a few clouds.

The life of a cloud
is an ongoing process
that we may not see.

Timid is the sheep
that is wary of the wolf
that’s in sheep’s clothing.

Various doorways
have their own different paths
as some are dead ends.

Without yesterday
we might not see the lessons
for our tomorrows.

Vision of a ant
is one that is without fear,
for it does not know.

Beyond our own mind
is a world that we can grow
to exceed this one.

Heaven is a time
and a place of which to see
when the time is right.

Nearing dynamite
the fuse might not seem as lit,
but be near the end.

Misleading flowers
are as weeds of a turnstile
that might be daisies.

Lost on a dark road
the wheels of life will move on
and light can be found.

Winters precision
is a snow filled emotion
that fills many minds.

Mending a sweater
needs the right color of yarn
to make it better.

Within a snowstorm
you might not see the pleasure
until it is done.

Delusions of life
come from over active dreams
with no truth in them.

To have and to hold
is just a play on our words,
for air is not held.

The scenes within scenes
are those of microscopic worlds
that we do not see.

The needs of many
are not greater than the few,
for a life is life.

Dreaming of a world
that there’s no hunger or pain
is one worth dreaming.

Uncountable lives
find many doors locked tightly
due to only fear.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 19,  2017

Our Newest book
Pearce’s Poetry Pictures
Pearce’s Poetry Pictures 2
and if you are not in the USA
you can buy them both 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 🙂


Hello my friends

It looks like wintertime has finally grabbed
a hold and is giving it its very best.  We’ve
had a few nights at -18 F degrees and gotten
a lot of snow.  We’re expecting 12-18 inches
tonight and tomorrow on top of what we’ve
already got.  It snowed a little bit Saturday
and it snowed off and on throughout last
week.  I’ve been taking the boys out in the
snow and playing with them.  They love it
when I do that.  Right now according to my
computer radar,  it looks like the snow will
soon commence.  It’s supposed to be heavy.
Oh well,  we haven’t got anywhere that we
need to be,  so we’ll just sit tight and enjoy
it.  This is the life of living up north hehehe.
I might have to go out from time to time
and brush the snow off of our satellite dish,
but that’s no big deal now that it has been
lowered to where I can get to it LOL.  It
was up on top of our house and then I had
to just wait for it to clear itself being it was
out of reach.  That meant us being unable
to watch TV until the snow cleared off of
it on its own.  Bummer!  But now that it’s
within arms reach I can brush the snow
off of it and we can go back to watching
TV hehehe.  Anyways,  next topic.  Judy
is still painting.  She’s gotten pretty darn
good at painting too.  I’m amazed at how
much she has improved since she began.
I’ve written a lot more picture poems for
book number 3 LOL.  I never thought I
would be putting my picture poems in a
book,  but it is being done.  Big surprise!
It seems I spend every day working on my
picture poems.  It’s a lot harder than just
writing a poem LOL.  I’m writing about
each picture and then having to format
the poems into the pictures.  I know,  it
may not sound hard,  but it is when you’re
a perfectionist hehehe.  I am very picky
about the way it looks and reads.  LOL,
I might do one over 4 or 5 times before
I get it the way I am happy with it.  Yep,
it often gives me a headache LOL.  So,
next topic.  It looks like Judy and her
sisters will be starting a painting night.
They have a craft night once a month
that they get together and create,  but
now they’re fixing to start up a painting
night once a month.  Sounds cool to me.
While she’s doing that,  I’ll work on my
picture poems and what not.  Of course
I will also play with the boys hehehe 🙂
Benny and Rocky miss Judy when she’s
gone,  but I do my best to take their
thoughts away from it by taking them
outside for a play day and take a few
pictures and videos.  It all works out
well.  Everybody needs some time away
from each other.  It gives Judy and I
a breath of air,  being we’re both retired
and disabled.  It can get stuffy in the
house LOL.  Well,  it looks like since I
began writing this,  the storm has gotten
a lot closer according to my PC radar 🙂
Maybe a couple of hours away.  I might
go out and play in it LOL.  I’m still a kid
at heart.  I’m sure the boys will want to
come out and play with me hehehe.  They
always do 🙂  So what else is there for me
to tell you?  Hmm,  well,  our grandson
Christian came and spent Friday night
and Saturday with us.  We always enjoy
having him here.  We’ll miss these days
when he gets to the age that he no longer
wants to come and visit us.  He’s 15 now.
They grow up so fast.  I thank God for
the many blessings that He has given us.
Yes, I get discouraged from time to time,
but God pulls me through one way or
another.  I guess it’s time once again for
me to begin my little 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 little place of my
recollection that I seem always like to call
RECOLLECT VILLE.  I think I found a
decent title near the beginning of all of my
rambling hehehe.  Now to see if I can do
anything with it.  Here goes.

Right Now

Since the beginning
a time might not be
the moment you wanted
for now which to see,
but a pathway trodden
of just any old how
might not be needed
for you then right now.
A portion yet maybe,
but not fully true,
for right now might just be
not so clear to view.
The scenes in our vision
of a daily attire,
might not be right now
of Lord God’s desire.
So take heed with patience
and seek to endow
what God has envisioned
for you then right now.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 12,  2017

Okie dokie there ya go.  I hope it makes
sense to you.  Also I hope my rambling
made a little sense to you and didn’t just
put ya to sleep LOL.  Let’s see,  is there
anything else I need to tell you.  Judy’s
brother I doing OK.  There’s a lot going
on with him.  Please keep him and Judy
in your prayers.  Judy is often stressed
out worrying about what to do with her
brother.  So,  OK,  that’s all I’ve got and
now it’s time for me to begin my search
for that hardly elusive off switch,  but not
before I tell you what I tell you almost
every week and that is,  I wrote some
more poems and haiku.  10 more poems
with an added 4 being many of them are
picture poems.  So that brings the count
up to 14 poems and yes I also 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 it’s
time for me to begin searching for that
old off switch,  but first I want to wish
you a blessings filled week.  Remember,
Jesus loves you and we do too.  Now,
where is that off switch hiding this week
or more to the point,  playing peekaboo 🙂
Hmm,  looking around the room and in
places it has hidden in the past.  Wow,
ya done good this time,  but even still,
hiding behind my PC camera would of
made a better hiding spot for something
half your size LOL.  Better luck next week.
Gotcha,  see ya CLICK zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

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+4 and 22 hehehehehehehehehehe 🙂

Home From The Store

With clouds above
and snow of white
we took a drive
in winter’s light.
There and too
I took some pictures
the scenic drive
in winter’s mixtures.
My wife drove on
to town and back
and then we both
sought to unpack.
Our little dogs
were happy to see
us open the doors
and set them free.
They loved the ride,
but happier more
that we returned
home from the store.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 8,  2017

An Autumn Farm

Leaves of colors
yellow and red
display scenery,
autumns bed.
An autumn farm
becomes a sight
a scene to see
within daylight.
Seen as a painting
a picturesque view
this time and place
that colors accrue.
An autumn farm
of temporal time
seen as a painting
timeless sublime.
Yet it’s a picture
a mere photograph
an autumn farm,
a time that’s passed.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 8,  2017

Morning Sky

Ocean’s speaking
crashing waves
minutes passing
distant days.
Morning’s threshold
song and dance
waves become
a true romance.
Seen as stories
written true
morning sky
within my view.
Sunlight beaming
through the way
becomes blessings
in the day.
Scenic wonders
waves become
sounds of life
a beating drum.
With the oceans
morning sky
there are seagulls
sought to fly.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 8,  2017

Bird In Flight

A cloudy sky
displays the sun
while a morning
is begun.
A bird in flight
displays its wings
while it flutters,
shouts and sings.
Beneath its flight
the ocean flows
waves of time
that it bestows.
Time is echoed
words sincere
a bird in flight
of yesteryear.
The moment finds
a heartfelt day,
a bird in flight
that flies away.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 8,  2017

I Found A Trail

While one day
when walking around
I found a trail
of common ground.
It seemed to go
where I was too
this trail I found
within my view.
It had a sense
of driven time
this moments trail
so well defined
It seemed a path
for ones one day
to drive along
within their way.
The leaves displayed
an autumn scene
with thereunto
and in between.
As I trudged on
this autumn path
my mind found peace
with time to pass.
The steps I took
were found with ease
among the autumn
fallen leaves.
This was a time
of great detail
this fine day
I found a trail.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 8,  2017

A Distant Ship

While searching through
the waves that crash
a distant ship
is seen to pass.
The view is hazy,
but yet it’s seen
a distant ship
just like a dream.
It seems to sail
the ocean blue
within the waves
of thereunto.
While searching seeking
for a photograph
this distant ship
just sailed on passed.
Seeming timeless
it sailed on
until surely
it was gone.
A distant ship
was faded sight
found within
the evening light.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 8,  2017

Summer At The Dock

As minutes pass on
with ships sailing true,
summer at the dock
is a deep sky of blue.
The season is displayed
as the oceans request
summer at the dock
is the days very best.
Pictured as a dream
with a fishing attire
summer at the dock
is what I so desire.
The smell of the sea
with the seagulls flight
summer at the dock
is a wonderful sight.
Displayed as magic
that is seen from afar
summer at the dock
is a dreamers guitar.
Strummed as a blessing,
notes sounding clear,
summer at the dock
is what I wish to hear.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 8,  2017

Reflecting Fall

Timeless waters
show their hue
in reflections
tried and true.
Displayed colors
show so bright
as reflections
autumns light.
As a mirror
waters shine
reflecting fall
and its design.
Pictures taken
ones can see
become as a
mere memory.
Autumns flavors
give a call
within waters
reflecting fall.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 8,  2017

Tracks Of Autumn

Beyond the tracks
of cold steel rails
an autumn scene
shows its details.
Essence of journeys
displayed so fine
tracks of autumn
an awesome design.
Leaves seem painted
colors of joy
pictures detailing
autumns deploy.
Tracks made worthy
of seasons on worth
leaves changed colors
to show of their birth.
Tracks of autumn
carry on through
showing the season
within its own view.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 9,  2017

Down This Road

God gives places
wheels to turn
lessons gather
times discerned.
Some as headway
journeys through
and some others
more to do.
Down this road
might seem as snow
a driven pathway
which to go.
Yet the journey
might just be
down this road
to history.
A lesson learned
that time misled
down this road
to what’s ahead.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 9,  2017

The Snow Will Fall

Winter awakens
with snow of white
and pictures taken
such a sight.
The snow will fall
and paint its view
within the scenes
of old and new.
While this happens
two dogs play
as snow falls down
its magical way.
The seasons signs
are in the air,
the snow will fall
with love and care.
Pure as Heaven
and white as peace,
the snow will fall
as skies release.
Seen in a picture
dogs so small
display in essence
the snow will fall.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 9,  2017

One Fine Day

There was a day
of summers heat
that found the sight
of fish defeat.
A little boy
with fish in hand
was found with joy
this time so grand.
He was seeking
with baited hook
to wish a fish
to take a look
and then real quick
his line went tight
one fine day
of summer’s light.
He ran real fast
to show his catch
with rod and reel
and fish attached.
The boy found joy
in this display
that to him
was one fine day.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 9,  2017

Upon My Lap

A day of peace
is found within
a time of life
that did begin.
Our two boys
so furry true
just love to sit
and enjoy the view.
Upon my lap
they go to sleep
or look around
with eyes so deep.
Our furry boys
will always find
a wanted scene
within their mind.
As they look up
and ask to be
upon my lap
sitting fancy free.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 11,  2017

She Stood And Smiled

With snow of season
glazed of white
I saw her standing
in my sight.
This gorgeous woman
stood and smiled
amidst a photo
that time compiled.
Her brown eyes shown
of wondrous gaze
within winter’s
distant days.
She stood and smiled
as time went by
in snow of white
and cloudy sky.
She walked the path
within the snow
then stopped a while
to say hello.
She stood and smiled
my one true love
in snow of white
from Heaven above.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 11,  2017

for Feb 9,  2017

A mystery of life
might be your own perspective
of reality.

Life of a rainbow
is a short lived moment
that displays true peace.

Life as a flower
is a seasonal lifestyle
that is remembered.

A summer shower
brings a brand new horizon
refreshed with new life.

The sun tells stories
of a day to day display
that many are blind.

Snowflakes are journeys
that are as falling water
that changes its mind.

Tomorrows today
might have yesterdays tear drops
that we never dried.

A shadow of life
can become a living thing
through our perceptions.

Four paws of true love
is that of true forgiveness
while we remember.

Displayed as anger
we are often just confused
without the right words.

Living as liars
the truth will one day be seen
and expose the lies.

Thunder and lightning
tells a story in the skies
that ones hear and see.

Deceptions of weeds
are that of dandelions
and summer daisies.

Time is illusion
when the seconds have halted
to find a dream.

White snow of winter
is a moments emotion
that lives as Christmas.

A path through the woods
might be made to guide the way
or to just confuse.

The need of friendship
is a pathway through mistakes
that we must persist.

A forest of trees
may hold a moment alone
hidden fast away.

The sight of a ghost
becomes many thoughts we think
that deny or not.

As our lives find end
the beginning then is seen
to see what is true.

Within a heartbeat
holds a chance for existence
that might not be right.

A session of truth
can become a liars home
if it is allowed.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 9,  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 🙂


Hello my friends

It’s another day and another week gone by.
Yeppers,  it looks like we survived another
few days into February LOL.  This year is
proving to be a bumpy one,  but hopefully it
will smooth out soon.  Judy and I have been
working on volume 2 of our book.  It seems
to be giving a bit trouble with the PDF and
all,  but I’m sure Judy will get it done so I
can upload it to the site and begin making
it into a book.  We haven’t sold a lot of our
first book,  but we have hopes on it to one
day become a hit 🙂  The same with Judy’s
many other books that she has written.  Yep,
the Pearce’s Place is a busy little place 🙂
Benny and Rocky are in here right now in
their little doggy beds.  They just came back
inside just a moment ago from going potty.
We got a little bit of snow today.  It began
real early this morning,  although it didn’t
snow anything of any grand detail.  It’s
still white outside and cold none the less.
It’s 27 F degrees right now.  Still not near
what it’s been in the past on this day LOL.
I haven’t done any new conga drumming
videos lately.  LOL when I say lately,  I
mean this year.  I will though maybe in
the next few days or weeks or so do a new
video.  In the mean time I think I’ll just
keep on with my writing and doing picture
poems 🙂  So,  what else is happening in
the whereabouts of our place?  Hmmm,
well,  we had 120 gallons of heating oil
delivered Wednesday and hopefully that
will hold us for a while,  being we cannot
afford any more right now.  It put our oil
tank at a half a tank added with the 39
gallons that we bought last weekend on
our little back and forth to town with 2
5 1/5 gallon cans and 1 2 1/5 gallon can.
We have our thermostat set on 60 F and
the spare room and our bedroom shut off
from the living room where the thermostat
is,  so it is only basically concerning itself
with that part of the house.  We use our
radiator heaters in the PC room and in our
bedroom when needed.  Actually the only
reason we need the heating oil is to keep
the water pipes from freezing 🙂  Though
the heat that we get in the bedroom and
bathroom with the furnace does help to
keep it warm enough.  OK,  next topic.
Last Monday I trimmed my beard a bit.
LOL many that saw a picture of me had
thought that I shaved hehehe.  Nope,  I
just trimmed it really close.  It’s already
growing back out.  My beard grows fast.
Last Tuesday Judy and I went to town
and did some shopping at Walmart 🙂
Mind you,  not much shopping because
we didn’t have that much money,  so we
only spent like about 8 dollars hehehe.
We needed a few things and we were
able to get them with the can money we
got when we returned the cans at the
redemption place.  Thank God we got
our Social Security Friday LOL.  We
went to town and paid for the kerosene
and our electric bill Friday.  Wednesday
we just hung around the house and did
odds and ends,  while Thursday I went
outside with the boys and walked out
to check the mail.   They always want to
come with me out to the mailbox,  but I
always tell them to wait for me at the
house.  Then when I got back I played
with them for a bit and we went back
inside.  Friday after we got home from
paying all the bills,  I took the boys for
a little field trip out in the snow.  They
always love to run and play in the field.
Especially when there is snow on it 🙂
I had to walk softly,  because there was
just a few inches of snow on top of about
2 foot of snow that had sort of frozen
and I didn’t want to fall through hehehe.
Benny and Rocky are light weights and
they just skimmed across it no problem.
Yes of course I took pictures as I always
do LOL.  I also took a video of them
running in the snow back to the house 🙂
We love our boys.  There’s not a day
that we don’t see God’s Hands at work
in our lives.  Judy and I were talking
just yesterday about how we connected
and the things that we have found that
we enjoy the same.  With both of us
being writers and loving photography
among the many other things that we
both enjoy doing together.  God’s hands
were busy connecting the dots 🙂  We
each may often sit and wonder if God
is looking out for us,  but if you take a
good look at the miracles in your life,
you might find the answers.  A moment
that you now see might not show clearly
the pathways that God is directing,  but
in time the truth will unfold.  Have faith
that no matter how bad things may seem
there is always a prayer that is heard
and answered.  Maybe not the answers
that you wanted,  but the answers that
were necessary.  Now I believe it’s time
for me to be taking my little journey
back through all that I’ve written here
to that place of my recollection 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 that place I
always like to call RECOLLECT VILLE.
I believe I may have found a decent title
just a few lines back 🙂  Now to see if I
can do anything with it.  Here goes.

Skimmed Across

A time within,
a time without
becomes a time
that’s all about.
Scenes discovered,
scenes recalled
becomes a place
a time of auld.
Skimmed across,
skimmed afar
becomes a point
a shining star.
A person seen,
a person found
becomes someone
with time unwound.
A time of gain,
a time of loss
becomes our lives
we skimmed across.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 5,  2017

Ok,  so it might not be one of my better
poems,  but what did you expect hehehe?
No matter,   I hope you liked it.  Also I
hope you enjoyed my rambling.  Yes my
rambling was mostly about nothing LOL,
but if I entertained you for a moment
then I did my job.  Judy’s taking a break
from working on our book.  That’s good.
We’re in no hurry.  I’m sure it will get
done some time this month 🙂  LOL I’ve
already written 13 picture poems for our
3rd book.  I guess you could say that I
write a lot huh!  Yeppers,  that’s what I
do.  You would not believe how busy my
brain stays.  It rarely gives me a break.
It seems poetry is in my veins 🙂  We’re
expecting 3-6 inches of snow Tuesday
evening.  That’s not a whole lot for us.
We will more than likely stay put here
at home.  Judy’s brother is now once
again  in the nursing home and it looks
like he will remain there.  His health
is not good.  Keep him and the family
in your prayers.  So reckon I’ve told
you about all I can think of to tell you.
Now I believe 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 6 due to picture poems.
None of them are Christmas poems 🙂
LOL I’m sure I will begin writing them
again soon enough hehehe.  I did though
write once again 22 haiku for all of the
haiku lovers out there.  I hope you can
find 1 or 2 of either or both that you
like.  So now it’s time for me to begin
my search for that hardly elusive off
switch,  but not before I wish you a most
wonderful week.  Remember,  Jesus
loves you and we do too.  OK,  so where
are ya hiding this time,  ya ornery off
switch?  LOL,  I reached in my bag of
Cheetos to get Cheeto and guess who
I found.  That was surely not he greatest
place to hide.  You do know that I am
eating them,  right?  Try harder next
week 🙂  Gotcha,  see ya CLICK zzzzzzz.

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+6 and 22 hehehehehehehehehehe 🙂

A Field Of White

With snow that’s fallen
there are trails
a field of white
our dogs details.
The scene’s alive
with our two boys
that run and play
as snow employs.
They’re now seen
amidst the snow
a field of white
each way they go.
Running quickly
a field of white
a wondrous view.
With doggy paws
and field of white
the setting sun
is blinding light.
The day’s at end
as they run home
a field of white
with winters tone.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 3,  2017

As Time Passes

A drive to town
in winters wake
becomes a scene
for time to take.
A moments view
that comes alive
as time passes,
a winters drive.
The snow is white
with classic signs
of melting days
with passing times.
Yet the snow will
fall once more
as time passes
like before.
The seasons life
is pictured well
a timeless voyage
with great detail.
A drive to town
is such a sight
as time passes,
winters light.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 3,  2017

Within My Mind

There is this scene
that comes to mind
a perfect place
and point in time.
A kite that flies
in the evening sky
and bird in flight
so high and dry.
Within my mind
I still can see
this sight so grand
in history.
It’s like a dream
that comes to life
a timeless view
with I and my wife.
So mesmerizing
this was found
a place and time
of sight and sound.
We saw the scenes
a point and time
that’s now just
within my mind.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 3,  2017


A tiny bird
of now and then
finds its wings
within the wind.
Flapping quickly
wings of time
are within
a painted sign.
For now seen
it is so free
a hummingbird
that I can see.
Sitting pretty
on a limb
painted thusly
nice and trim.
A hummingbird
of painted ways
sits within
a painters days.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 3,  2017

Autumn Memories

Once while walking
autumns days
I saw colors
found in phase.
Orange and red,
yellow to brown
other colors
on the ground.
Leaves still holding
fast to gaze
in their autumn
wondrous ways.
Seasons glimmers
there in sight
become shadows
day and night.
Autumns memories
find a place
found within
a sight to taste
A lamppost stands
to light the way
autumn memories
there to gaze.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 3,  2017

An Autumn Trail

Footsteps through
an autumn trail
display scenes
of great detail.
Colored leaves
that shine like gold
an autumn trail
that does unfold.
Pictures taken
sights to see
an autumn trail
so Heavenly.
In the pathway
time begins
seasons gaze
with autumns wind.
Time is counted
footsteps made
an autumn trail
that leaves cascade.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 3,  2017

Trudging Through

Snow was falling
such a sight
while I trudged through
scenes of white.
Footsteps weathered
winds would wail
as I trudged on
not to fail.
Trudging through
the scenes of time
footsteps making
their design.
Bitter winds would
surely blow
as I trudged through
deeper snow.
I saw a light
within my view
our porch light
while trudging through.
It gave hope for
me to find
trudging through
to peace of mind.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 3,  2017

Heaven Calls

Our time will pass
as God surveys
to show to us
the better days.
Yet our lives
in flesh shall be
the test through time
to eternity.
For Heaven calls
when least expected
leaving us no time
to be corrected.
So take heed now
the path you make
and do your best
for Heaven’s sake.
Lose your greed
and tarnished desire
for it will lead
to Satan’s fire.
When Heaven calls
be ready to go
with good you’ve done
on Earth below.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 3,  2017

Leave It There

While in a moment
you might find want
a time and place
that’ll come and haunt.
Sorely with sought
through ill desires
finds many times
of morbid fires.
Seasons of lust
and unhealthy views
can create a storm
of weathered shoes.
So leave it there
the wanting array
and seek the needs
of best today.
Let God to guide
your daily path
finding your views
in His contrast
and all the times
of wanting where
give it to God
and leave it there.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 3,  2017

The River Quest

One summer’s day
within a scene
our grandchildren
sought a stream.
The river quest
of summer’s fun
to see the sights,
the waters run.
They searched on
throughout the trees
to find the sight
with summer’s breeze.
The day was quaint,
but fun the same
the day and time
grandchildren came.
This special day
was a piece of art
a loving time
with heart to heart.
This timeless view
was the very best
our grandchildren,
the river quest.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 3,  2017

Painted Sunrise

Morning’s started
painted true
as a sunrise
in my view.
Painted as a
day to come
risen from the
mornings sun.
A scene’s scented
with its glare
painted sunrise
none compare.
With its colors
orange and yellow
painted sunrise
seems so mellow.
Peaceful settings
found on cue
painted sunrise,
sky of blue.
With its beauty
in the eyes
seasons show
painted sunrise.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 4,  2017

They Stood Fast

Inside a gaze
is found in white
two dogs standing
there in sight.
They stood fast
to look around
while upon
the snowy ground.
These two dogs
they look to see
the sight of you,
the sight of me.
Within their gaze
they saw each other
they stood fast
brother to brother.
The scene became
a time to view
a loving time
a wondrous hue.
They are so sweet
a scene to cast
loving brothers
they stood fast.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 4,  2017

Our Life Begins

Beside ourselves
we often stand
now and then
hand in hand.
Our life begins
with times awake
becoming aware
of each mistake.
The lessons grow
from times begun,
things we’ve said
and things we’ve done.
Time is essence
with memories
scented with
a lifelong breeze.
The minutes pass
with loss and wins
but each day
our life begins.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 4,  2017

A Ship Of Time

As memories grow
and seasons display
a ship of time
heads on its way.
The shore of life
is in its mirror
and out to sea
is getting clearer.
A ship of time
with oceans waves
is sought to find
the distant days.
With seagulls flight
among the rails
the ship of time
most surely sails.
The memories
become a view
a ship of time
in a sea of blue.
The voyage begins
as moments mind
the view I see
a ship of time.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 4,  2017

Sunrise Scene

One day upon
a beach of sand
I found myself
a sight so grand.
A sunrise scene
from times array
that brought to me
new life that day.
It seemed a book
of Heavens page
turned to find
a wondrous stage.
This fine chapter
from God sincere
with sights I saw
and things I’d hear.
A sunrise sky
was life’s romance
with memories
of song and dance.
The waves of time
were like a dream
this fine time
a sunrise scene.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 4,  2017

Within The Clouds

The scope of time
is counted there
within the clouds
that none compare.
A scenic sign,
a minds creation
within the clouds
is motivation.
It might become
an artists view
of a painting
amidst the blue.
Within the clouds
a storm might be
that now is found
not clear to see.
Our perceptions
might become
within the clouds
the dimmest sun,
but the scene
might hide away
within the clouds
a better day.
One with portions
raindrops fall
seen as doorways
that we recall.
Yet a moment
might be shrouds
God’s true love
within the clouds.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 4,  2017

for Feb 4,  2017

Beyond our vision
there is imagination
that can come alive.

A flowers beauty
is not just of its color,
but its aroma.

Beneath the night skies
there is a life full of dreams
awaiting our sleep.

Footprints in the snow
might show of a true pathway,
but not direction.

A mind that is lost
can be found with decisions
to choose the right path.

A moments surprise
can become a heart attack
or blessing of life.

Tomorrow will come
no matter what’s done today,
but you can change it.

A long waiting line
gives time to prepare yourself
and to change your path.

A butterfly’s flight
begins when it is transformed
and it crawls no more.

With life’s glancing blow
a purpose can be evolved
that time had hidden.

The storms of seconds
often pass by like hours
as they are noticed.

Searching for a dream
will maybe display nightmares
disguised as your dreams.

Looking through windows
will often show you a lie
that’s only a thought.

Sometimes emotions
can create many problems
that were never there.

Believing or not
in something you cannot see
brings true facts alive.

A hassle free life
will only make you weaker
for you have not learned.

Clouds that create things
are found in our desires
what to imagine.

A seasons rain cloud
brings forth a new beginning
that many never see.

A moments crisis
might become as a blessing
that woke you from sleep.

Someone’s neediness
can envelop your lifestyle
and suffocate you.

Beyond our thinking
holds a life that can be true,
but we never tried.

A new tomorrow
begins with a new today
to release baggage.

©By Bill Pearce
Feb 4,  2017

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