Took Its Toll


Hello my friends

First and foremost,  Happy Memorial
Weekend.  It’s pretty much the same old
same old around here.  Judy is headed
over to her daughters house for a little
cookout.  I can’t go,  because they don’t
have adequate bathrooms for me to use.
They live on the second floor and there
is no way that I can hoof it up and down
those steps every time I have to go to
the bathroom.  So,  me and the boys will
hang together here at the house.  Plus
I’m sure Judy will be staying there until
late this evening,  which again is not good
for my health issues.  I guess I’ll have to
find something for me and the boys to
do while she’s gone.  Of course,  I’ve
gotta finish this journal LOL.  Life goes
on.  So next topic.  The weather is still
not quite what I would call spring,  but
then most people consider this as the
unofficial first day of summer hehehe
at least up here they do.  Today’s high
is supposed to be 71 F, but as of now
which is 1:18 PM it’s 61 F.  Tomorrow’s
high is supposed to be 59 F.  So you see,
not quite the weather that I grew up with
in Texas LOL.  It’s supposed to be in the
60’s all week into next week LOL.  I’ve
been taking a lot of pictures of springtime
and got quite a few great ones to use for
picture poems.  I have been busy writing
poetry for the pictures as well as Judy’s
paintings that she’s done 🙂  That keeps
me sort of busy.  Other than that,  well,
it’s a day to day scenario.  Well,  it looks
as though writing my journal may take
me a bit longer than normal LOL.  Judy
asked me if she promises to leave by 6 PM
will I go with her and I said sure.  We had
a great time aside from my having to go
upstairs to use the bathroom.  But then
my grandson Christian and I took a little
walk together to take pictures and it was
all up hill.  That took its toll on my old
legs LOL,  but I made it looking for a
place to sit down before I fell down LOL.
Judy and I took a lot of pictures,  but as
usual,  I took A WHOLE LOT more than
her hehehe.  There were hamburgers and
hot dogs along with a million black flies
and mosquitoes.  The black flies were
in attack mode hehehe.  There were a
few screened tents,  but they didn’t help
when you had to go outside of them 🙂
LOL I have bite marks on me all over
my arms and face.  Those little critters
even got behind my glasses which I had
thought would at least slow them down.
Nope,  they commenced as if there was
nothing there LOL.  I sprayed my arms
with OFF,  but that didn’t keep them guys
from attacking everywhere else.  Normally
I’m not bothered with those things,  but
I guess they had not yet gotten a taste
of my blood yet.  They probably went
back to their captain and said,  Hey Cap,
my tummy don’t feel so well.  Then the
Cap says it must of been something you
ate LOL.  Anyways,  like I said,  I ended
up going and we had a pretty good time
considering hehehe.  Benny and Rocky
had to stay home.  There were enough
dogs there and our boys would have been
begging for food and trying to go in their
house where they are not allowed.  So
the boys had to stay home.  They were
OK.  They had each other.  Next topic.
It looks like we might have some new
neighbors.  They came and introduced
themselves to us when we got home.
Though neither Judy nor I can recall
what their names were LOL.  It looks
as though our landlord might be moving
in the house behind us too.  Don’t know
for sure,  but he was hauling in some of
his furniture early this morning.  So who
knows?  Life at the Pearce’s Place will
continue on.  Our new neighbors little
girl hollered from their house asking if
she could pet our dogs 🙂  We said come
on over.  They love kids.  Rocky is a
little shy at first,  but Benny loves to
play with kids.  Actually Benny and
Rocky just love to play hehehe.  Not
much else going on.  Our landlord is
mowing the lawn at the moment.  He
was mowing yesterday evening as well.
It’ll take him a while on that little rider,
but he’s gradually getting it done LOL.
He’s surely stirred up the bugs hehehe.
I’m sure all will be well.  God is always
watching over us.  He gives us many
signs of His power.  Life is a turnstile
with many directions and choices to
make.  Let God through prayer to help
you find the right journey.  Now that
I’m done rambling for the moment,  it’s
time for me to read back through all of
my thoughts 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.  I think I found
a fairly decent title that I haven’t used
yet.  So now to see if I am able to do
anything with it.   Here goes……

Took Its Toll

Life of times
that minutes see
become the lives
of you and me.
Weathered scenes
become our view
to find the time
the things to do.
Without a second
a minute counted
time becomes a
waste surmounted.
The trials of life
might be the tools
or things you lost
and made you fools.
For our journeys
need prayerful goal
or they’ll become
what took its toll.

©By Bill Pearce
May 28,  2017

There ya go 🙂  I hope you enjoyed my
rambling and possibly understood and
liked the poem LOL.  Time has a way of
filling me with many thoughts that often
either bore you to tears or entertain you 🙂
It’s a week to week toss up LOL.  Oh well,
my journal and poetry at least gives you
something to read to pass the day hehehe.
So,  what have I forgotten to tell you ???
Hmm,  nothing I can think of other than
what I tell you almost every week and that
is,  I wrote some more poems and haiku.
Yeppers,  10 more poems with 8 extras
due to,  well you know LOL.  There is
1 Christmas poem amongst them that
you might like.  Yes, of course I wrote
22 haiku for all of the haiku lovers out
there as well 🙂  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 blessings
filled week and a Happy Memorial day.
Remember,  Jesus loves you and we do
too.  Ok,  so where can that ornery off
switch be hiding or trying to hide this
week?  Hmm,  now that’s new,  but not
the greatest hiding spot still.  Hiding
behind my camera thinking I was done
with it might of worked aside from the
fact that you were hiding on the wrong
side of it LOL.  Peekaboo,  I see you.
Gotcha,  see ya,  CLICK zzzzzzzzzzzz.

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

P.S  A link to our brand new books
Pearce’s Poetry Pictures,
Pearce’s Poetry Pictures 2
and Pearce’s Poetry Pictures 3
is at the end of the journal along
with all of the others.  Enjoy 🙂
Please buy our books 😉

Now it’s on with the poems and haiku
10+8 and 12 hehehehehehehehehehe 🙂

Blue Skies Of Spring

A day of sunshine
with skies so blue
time’s a display
a wonderful hue.
Blues skies of spring
brings so many sights
scenes of beauty
that I so delight.
Life is a painting
with true love to find
blue skies of spring
with a peaceful mind.
So many moments
are lost in the view
as we look away
from the sky of blue.
Magic is the moment
that comes into place
blue skies of spring
that many will waste.
Look for the beauty
in each minutes scene
find in the moments
blue skies of spring.

©By Bill Pearce
May 22,  2017

Enjoying The Day

Within a field
ones find a place
a day of peace
that times enlace.
As each day’s gone
it leaves a sign
a scenic place
within your mind.
Enjoying the day
needs very little
maybe a wood stick
you can whittle.
The minutes bring
some choices to be
found in our lives
for moments to see.
Don’t let a second
to just fade away,
seek for the blessings
enjoying the day.

©By Bill Pearce
May 22,  2017

Atlantic Dream

Life of a dreamer
is found in a way
a scene so expansive
an Atlantic day.
Seascape dreams
as waves rolling in
time is like magic
where scenes begin.
An imagination
can never compare
to a dreamers mind
and a breath of air.
A peaceful setting
as times conclude
becomes a memoir
a romantic mood.
Seasons of grandeur
are in the scene
life of a heartbeat
an Atlantic dream.

©By Bill Pearce
May 23,  2017

Seagulls Resting

Many seagulls
watch the days
from the rocks
a moments gaze.
Letting waters
ripple true
peaceful settings
in their view.
A bay of water
holds the scene
seagulls resting
as they dream.
Time is holding
them in place
as they’re seeking
food to taste.
Fishes swimming
deep below
in the waters
to and fro.
Seagulls resting
wait to find
all those fishes
then to dine.

©By Bill Pearce
May 23,  2017

Colors Of Spring

While time moves on
and seasons change
the colors of spring
have much to gain.
For as wintertime
hid them from view
the colors of spring
soon display their hue.
Reds and yellows
and so many more
the colors of spring
give much to explore.
Seen with a camera
or with our own eyes
the colors of spring
have a big surprise.
Displaying portions
of colorful realms
that of the blessings
that might overwhelm.
Scenes such as roses
and colorful flowers
the colors of spring
will go on for hours.
Days will move on
as the colors will grow
highlighting beauty
everywhere they show.
Displaying beauty
the colors of spring
scenes so delightful
that’ll make you sing.

©By Bill Pearce
May 23,  2017

Journey’s Through Life

A passage, a roadway
becomes as a scene
timeless yet counted
as lifetimes extreme.
Seen as a doorway
a time frame bestows
journey’s through life
to moments rainbows.
Mountains may glimmer
so distant your sight,
but as the wheels roll
become Heaven’s light.
Just like a vision
a moments own stage
journey’s through life
are the turn of a page.
Scented with dreamers
and tasted with joy
journey’s through life
give times to deploy.
Textured with blessings
flourished with love
journey’s through life
are a gift from above.

©By Bill Pearce
May 23,  2017

Within A Garden

Some rabbit food
might shine so bright
found in moments
from dark to light.
A few might find
a carrot or two
and edible plant
for ones to chew.
Within a garden
might be seen
a rabbit gnawing
orange and green.
This could be
a personal note
about someone
that rocks your boat.
They might be found
a bite or two
a sight unseen
they hide from you.
Within a garden
might portray
our very lives
from day to day.

©By Bill Pearce
May 23,  2017

One Winter’s Day

The sight of white
on a barn of eve
displays a view
for you to perceive.
A snowman stood
with arms of sticks
flavors the scene
the moment depicts.
One winter’s day
begins with a tale
a storybook time
for you to inhale.
Breathing in love
of a magical scene
one winter’s day
of a painted dream.
It might come alive
as it finds its place
a painting one did
with Heaven’s enlace.
Time is imagined
as it falls away
to be remembered
one winter’s day.

©By Bill Pearce
May 23,  2017

A Faded Door

The memories
throughout our lives
display what all
of which survives.
A faded door
that is exposed
is painted with
the life we chose.
A scented place
with memories
a faded door
can be disease.
So let the past
to find the truth
a moments time
within our youth.
A faded door
that opened wide
might be the life
you let inside.

©By Bill Pearce
May 24,  2017

The Well House

Running waters
pouring life
help to end ones
thirsty strife.
In the well house
life’s displayed
timeless moments
past has paid.
Giving living
things to drink
life is showing
common link.
In the well house
time is seen
as a moments
running stream.
it surely flows
to the well house
time bestows.

©By Bill Pearce
May 24,  2017

Sunshine Shines

Seen above the clouds
is a sight to behold
a scene that’s so magical
as it does unfold.
Filled with endearment
the sunshine scene
becomes as a wonderful
time to be seen.
The sunshine shines
as a passionate flower
displayed in the sky
for eyes to devour.
For it was sleeping
behind clouds of white
when all of the sudden
it came into sight.
It’s life in the making
as some wonderful times
the sight of the day
as the sunshine shines.

©By Bill Pearce
May 24,  2017

Amidst A Dream

A morning sky
that times display
is found with sights
the light of day.
An ocean dream
with waves of time
displays a scene
just like a rhyme.
The scene becomes
a wondrous view
amidst a dream
an ocean blue.
The sunshine sky
of mornings ways
brings to view
the oceans waves.
Remembered times
of a long ago
amidst a dream
with hearts aglow.

©By Bill Pearce
May 24,  2017

Autumn River

Leaves are changing
colors hue
beside a river
with their view.
Autumn river
gives a glance
a time for moments
to enhance.
Leaves are turning
shades of style
giving ones
an autumn smile.
An autumn river
comes alive
as the colors
jump and jive.
With the winds
of falls deliver
the color’s changing
autumn river.

©By Bill Pearce
May 25,  2017

This Old House

Grasses of time
have grown so high
as time began
its daily sigh.
A house displays
its only words
the signs of times
as a nest of birds.
Within its silence
it speaks a phrase
this old house
of distant days.
Its words are true
for they complete
the scenery
that times accrete.
It gives a view
of times gone by
while attempting
to not run dry.
It is a life
of times arouse
just like ones lives
as this old house.

©By Bill Pearce
May 25,  2017

Peaceful Pond

Some cattails live
and grow so true
within a pond
a timeless view.
Ducks are gone,
but shall return
to peaceful pond
that I now discern.
The water’s still
but life’s within
this peaceful pond
of now and then.
It has a voice
of fluttered birds
this peaceful pond
of many words.

©By Bill Pearce
May 26,  2017

A Passing Dream

Heaven’s doorway
finds a scene
a moment’s time
a passing dream.
The minutes find
a point of view
with some horses
The scene’s alive
with my desires
Heaven’s doorway
time transpires.
Living textures
become chimes
ringing bells
those great designs.
The smell of hay
within this scene
is what I found
a passing dream.

©By Bill Pearce
May 26,  2017

Clouds Display

A grassy hill
displays a scene,
times of nature
colored green.
Clouds above it
show a view
a scenic display
whitish hue.
The minutes pass
and bring in tune
the clouds display
as passing soon.
The sun above
is hidden fast
to only show
a shadows cast.
God’s own love
is found attained
as clouds display
is not abstained.
A drop or two
begins its flight
as clouds display
their own delight.
They form above
with their romance,
the show’s put on
a lightning dance.
A drum roll too
of thunders way
with grassy scene
and clouds display.

©By Bill Pearce
May 27,  2017

Snowy Memories

Out my front door
I saw this scene
snowy moments
season’s dream.
It felt so great
to see the sight
a Christmas scene
with snow of white.
It brought me joy
to look and gaze
at the snow filled
Christmas days.
The sight was blessed
with Heaven’s love
as the snow fell
from above.
Snowy memories
that I perceive
times remembered
Christmas Eve.
Life of passion
brings a smile
snowy memories
winter’s while.

©By Bill Pearce
May 27,  2017

for May 27,  2017

Life is a moment
that might pass you by quickly
if you’re not looking.

A flower will bloom
often without any help,
but it needs water.

Tomorrows minutes
are not counted as of yet,
for they are not here.

As the winds will blow
they’ll leave their imprint in life
as some scattered leaves.

Horrid emotions
come from unsteady shadows
in the things you’ve done.

Memories of life
are as violets blooming
painting a picture.

Seasons of roses
become petals of colors
forming a passion.

Times winding doorways
open and close with choices
for us to perceive.

Beyond perception
is a place hidden in scenes
that might elude us.

are moments that come knocking,
but not always good.

Glimmers of winter
reflect within many minds
in the summer heat.

Blades of grass are found
with some weeds wanting to live
while they kill the grass.

Believing in spirits
is a personal insight
that lets them to speak.

Shortsighted people
do not see the light shining,
but only right now.

Mindset of desire
can either gain much trouble
or keep perspective.

Living in a dream
will often create nightmares,
if the dream’s not real.

Bobbing in water
as a fisherman’s lure
can attract trouble.

Time on a journey
brings us pathways to be seen
or be avoided.

Dandelions grow
disguised as many flowers,
but yet they are weeds.

Semblance of pathways
create many illusions
that we might not see.

People united
can become greater by far,
but not always good.

Various lifestyles
are not what they seem to be,
due to deception.

©By Bill Pearce
May 27,  2017

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Blowing Profusely


Hello my friends

It’s been a fairly nice passed week.  The
temperature has been staying slightly on
the cool side other than of course what we
had Thursday and it got up in mid 80’s F
then.  It’s 62 F right now at 2:44 PM. Not
too bad if I don’t say so myself LOL 🙂
We’ve had rain off and on almost every
other day,  but for the passed couple of
days it has been sunny.  It looks like we
won’t get any more rain until the end of
the week.  It’s supposed to be in the 50’s
and 60’s most of the week.  Wednesday
shows a high of 71 though LOL,  but that
isn’t too bad 🙂   Our grandson just went
home.  His mom brought him over Friday
and he spent the weekend with us.  We
always enjoy having him visit with us 🙂
So onwards with the journal.  Judy and
I took a trip to town Monday and bought
a few groceries and Judy stopped off at
her brothers bank to take care of some
business.  We got rained on there and to.
LOL we didn’t melt.  The grass has turned
green finally and the old dandelions have
begun their takeover of the field hehehe.
Judy went down south to Bangor with her
sisters Tuesday and while she was gone
I took my conga drums outside for a little
videoing.  The rains had ceased by then 🙂
I left the front door open so that the boys
could come out or go inside whichever
they wanted while I did a couple of videos.
The wind was blowing profusely.  There
are times when I was talking that you
could barely hear me over the wind LOL.
The videos came out pretty well none the
less.  Wednesday Judy and I took the boys
out for a little field trip.  We got some
much needed exercise and the boys had a
blast running and playing.  We took a lot
of pictures as we usually do hehehe.  It was
a beautiful day.  Though the black flies
were beginning to bug us.  Yep,  it’s time
for the bugs to start coming out of hiding.
Many of the pictures came out awesome.
Friday I decided to do a few selfies in the
dandelions and then a few scenic pictures.
Soon Judy and I will be taking a photo
drive to take some pictures of the scenery
around Maine.  We’ve already got a few
places that we are talking about driving to.
I can’t wait.  I love to ride around and
look for scenery to take pictures of 🙂
I am so glad that I no longer have to use
film cameras LOL.  I cannot count the
pictures that were lost due to either over
exposure,  under exposure,  forgetting
to take off the lens cap,  or the film being
messed up due to heat.  Plus I do not
miss only have maybe only 24 pictures
to take and then when I am changing out
the film,  a photo opt comes and no can
do.  Yep,  I love my digital camera.  It is
rare that I run out of space on my camera
card LOL,  BUT,  I have once or twice 🙂
Most times it was due to me doing a lot
of videos along with pictures.  So what
else is going here at the Pearce’s Place?
Good question.  The only answer I have
is I’ve been busy writing more poetry
pictures and Judy has been busy with
her painting and crafts.  I’m halfway
done with all of the poetry pictures that
I need for book number 4 🙂  Yep,  it’s
looking like I might get them all written
by next month and then if all goes well,
get it published.  Our other three books
are still not selling well.  We’re hoping
that they start one day soon.  Also Judy’s
books are not selling well.  We’re still
hoping and praying that they one day
or another begin to start selling.  Until
then,  we’ll just keep on keeping on
doing what we love to do and that is
write,  paint and take pictures 🙂  Yep,
life goes on.  Judy’s fixing us dinner
right now.  Actually it’s leftovers from
last night,  (Spaghetti).  Judy made it
for us yesterday and it tasted great then.
It seems to always taste better when
it is reheated for some reason hehehe.
There’s not much else to yammer about.
The boys are as ornery as ever and they
keep us on our toes.  God is still with
His Mighty Hands watching over us
and protecting us as He sends many
angels to look after us in our daily
lives.  LOL,  Rocky just ran in here
just a huffing and puffing and now he’s
sitting right behind me on the legs of
my chair.  He just got up and ran out
of the room again,  I’m thinking, looking
for Benny LOL.  Benny’s more than
likely lying on his favorite recliner 🙂
They do keep us busy.  We thank God
for their little paw prints in our home.
So,  I reckon it’s time for me to begin
my travels 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 little place of
my recollection that I always like to
call RECOLLECT VILLE.  I think I
may have found a good title just about
2/3rds back in my writing and it looks
like I have not used it yet,  so here goes.

Blowing Profusely

Minutes partaken
are moments in time
sometimes a windstorm
a season we find.
Blowing profusely
the timetables scream
lifetimes remembered
a fast rushing stream.
Seen as a pothole
a view comes to be
blowing profusely
the things that we see.
Life needs a breather
to then settle down
less of the blowing
firm feet on the ground.
Found as a passage
we might be dismayed
blowing profusely
the messes we made.
Life has a doorway
to leave or go through
to find better lifestyles
that fit within you.
Blowing profusely
can become as a war
so take a little breath,
and be better by far.
Let God to help you
to find peace of mind
without all the blowing
of your time to time.

©By Bill Pearce
May 21,  2017

There ya go.  Yes I know,  it might be a
little confusing,  but it does make sense.
🙂 I guess I’ve got a weird way of putting
things.  Oh well, if you didn’t understand
it,  then,  sorry hehehe.  Well,  both of the
boys are in here now.  They’re lying in the
floor right between Judy and I.  LOL they
were wanting some of her spaghetti,  but
none from me LOL.  I ate all of mine.  She
gave them a couple of her meatballs LOL.
I’ve been chatting with a friend while I’ve
been trying to write this which has slowed
me down a tad.  It’s almost 8 PM now 🙂
The temperature has dropped a few degrees
too.  It’s 59 F degrees now.  There doesn’t
seem to be anything good to watch on TV
tonight other than maybe Family Feud 🙂
So,  I might do some picture poems after
I get  done here.  I can’t think of anything
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 2, which
ups the count to 12 and 1 of the poems
is a Christmas poem.  I also wrote 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.  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 blessings filled week.
Remember,  Jesus loves you and we do
too.  Now,  where can that ornery off
switch be hiding this week?  LOL hiding
is putting it loosely.  Anyways,  hmm,  I
think I see movement from behind my
external hard drive which isn’t really that
hard being it is almost flat LOL.  You
would think you could find a better place
to hide wouldn’t ya 🙂  Nope,  didn’t think
so LOL.  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 books
Pearce’s Poetry Pictures,
Pearce’s Poetry Pictures 2
and Pearce’s Poetry Pictures 3
is at the end of the journal along
with all of the others.  Enjoy 🙂
Please buy our books 😉

Now it’s on with the poems and haiku
10+2 and 12 hehehehehehehehehehe 🙂

A Day Of Spring

As life begins
from winter’s grasp
a day of spring
begins its task.
With trees to show
their leaves display
with budding life
of day to day.
The hours pass
with more to see
as spring unlocks
with seasons key.
Within my gaze
I see some clouds
a day of spring
as seasons shrouds.
They seem to form
a sweet design
with life to bring
the sights to dine.
The grasses grow
to make a scene
life of beauty
a day of spring.

©By Bill Pearce
May 15,  2017

As Summer Ends

Life of summer
gives its best
then by Autumn
seeks to rest.
Leaves of green
will soon display
colors changing
in a way.
Brown to yellow
change the scenes
with some other
colored schemes.
With dear autumn
around the bend
change begins
as summer ends.

©By Bill Pearce
May 15,  2017

Bridge Of Summer

Life as a mirror
reflects such a scene
a time that is clearer
than that of a dream.
It lives as emotions
with people displayed
time unto time
as lifestyles are made.
A bridge of summer
that is found explored
as many will walk
harmonious accord.
Some looking down
to the waters that flow
and reflect for a time
on their shadows below.
The bridge of summer
gives forth many things
as sights come to life
as some daily routines.
Some stand and watch
all the water up under
while they’re atop of
the bridge of summer.

©By Bill Pearce
May 15,  2017

Coral Sky

Morning brings colors
of sunshine intense
scenes in the clouds
as minutes commence.
Reflections of sunlight
with colorful hues
some seeming pinkish,
some hazy blues.
Yet as a painting
of God’s own desire
the sky turns to coral
as a magical fire.
The minutes recorded
within what we see
become as a memoir
of our history.
For we will remember
the clouds way up high
as mornings of then
a great coral sky.

©By Bill Pearce
May 15,  2017

As Time Bestows

A field of green
and sky of blue
displays a scene
a time come true.
With just a gaze
of moments sight
the time bestows
some clouds in flight.
One stands to see
the moments trail
with clouds of white
in seasons sail.
With just a glance
of times displays
there’s many signs
of summer’s days.
Within a field
a moment grows,
so many sights
as time bestows.

©By Bill Pearce
May 16,  2017

The Light Of Day

A seasoned time
of waves that roll
begins to find
the oceans goal.
The light of day
becomes a feat
a scenic day
in summer’s heat.
With every wave
on oceans mind
the stage is set
with its design.
A summer’s day
that none compare
becomes alive
as seasoned air.
A shiny glimmer
of times display
shows the sight
the light of day.

©By Bill Pearce
May 18,  2017

Through The Clouds

While clouds of day
hid the sun from sight
there were some times
I’d see its light.
A little bit hazy,
but shining through
the sun so bright
displayed its view.
Through the clouds
it gave me a gaze
a scene to see
of winters days.
It burned so bright,
but seemed so dim,
the sun still shined
within its whim.
This I remember
as winter’s shrouds
scenes I could see
on through the clouds.

©By Bill Pearce
May 18,  2017

Ready For Christmas

A snowy white day
brings forth a scene,
a sight in my mind,
a wonderful dream.
The seasons sunshine
is as a bright beacon
shining my hopeful
that will never weaken.
The  time is a page
of a wintertime book
ready for Christmas
a seasonal look.
A time when hearts
are beating with passion
that joyful memoir
a little old fashioned.
I’m ready for Christmas
and all of its glory
as I wait here today
to hear that great story.
The story of Christmas
as magic to my ears
displays all the blessings
that I hold so dear.
The songs of Christmas
and seasons white snow
I yearn to hear now
on the old radio.
I’m ready for Christmas
with heart beating fast
while I’m dreaming
of it’s wonderful past.

©By Bill Pearce
May 18,  2017

Summer’s Flowers

Home sweet home
the flowers grow
brightest yellow
as they flow.
Like a river
in my view
summer’s flowers
brightest hue.
Lost perceptions
show the hours
timeless views of
summer’s flowers.
come in strong
with their artwork
like a song.
Strumming fiddles
like time’s violin
they in springtime
do begin.
Sung as seasons
poured as seas
summer’s flowers
are just weeds.

©By Bill Pearce
May 18,  2017

Like The Wind

Our two dogs
they have much fun
in the field with
summer’s sun.
They don’t worry,
they just play
loving brothers
day to day.
In the field
they search around
for some moments
to be found.
With their noses
in the air,
they head on
without a care.
They are truly
mans best friend
as they’re running
like the wind.

©By Bill Pearce
May 18,  2017

The Sound Of Music

With just a rhythm
and words added on
the sound of music
is a remembered song.
Songs of a decade
that ones do conceive
become as the pattern
as songster’s perceive.
The songs on the radio
of time frames in tune
become as the passage
as a hot air balloon.
Floating in the skies
with songs that we sing,
summer to autumn,
and winter to spring.
A musical blessing
with a lifelong heartbeat
is the sound of music
for ones dancing feet.

©By Bill Pearce
May 18,  2017

Leaves Of Autumn

Years of time
become a sight
passing scenes
of days sunlight.
Found so often
colors scene
orange to yellow
shades of green.
Leaves of autumn
bring their style
giving many
a moment’s smile.
All the colors
are combined
filling up a
dreamers mind.
Scenes of grandeur
come here often
stages set for
leaves of autumn.

©By Bill Pearce
May 18,  2017

for May 18,  2017

Ages will billow
as clouds found high in the skies
just passing us by.

When beside yourself
look within your reflection
and then choose your stride.

Without a doorway
use the windows of your mind
to see what is true.

Inside of a cloud
holds many true perspectives
that can change at will.

Beyond our insights
lives a variety of thoughts
that might live and breathe.

The shadows of fall
are as colorful moments
that we remember.

A lesson not learned
is doomed to be repeated
till something happens.

Time on a journey
is a passageway through life
filled with surprises.

A flower’s conceived
and then perceived as beauty
to fill up our eyes.

Grasses of summer
become filled with many weeds
if they’re not cared for.

One without thinking
can become as dynamite
waiting to explode.

Two’s just a number
that means nothing without trust,
for then it is one.

Losing direction
can find a new direction
through trial and error.

Life in a moment
can become spectacular
if you allow it.

Our sought after dreams
are often but only dreams
that cannot be true.

Dispelling sorrow
needs acceptance of moments
to then find some peace.

The troubles of life
are the teachers with lessons
building perspective.

A rose is a rose
as a person’s a person
no matter the life.

Disfigured pleasures
can turn into a sideshow
for others to watch.

When blowing bubbles
some of them might blow away
and others will pop.

The mind of a man
is often put with others
in comparison.

When the sun is seen
it gives hope for a new day
no matter the view.

©By Bill Pearce
May 18,  2017

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Pouring Rain


Hello my friends

It’s looking more and more like spring
with each day that passes.  Yep,  but the
temperature is still bouncing around a
bit hehehe.  Today’s high is supposed to
be 58,  but right now at 3:30 PM it’s 53.
Of course that is Fahrenheit,  not Celsius
or centigrade which is one of the same 🙂
Nope,  but it looks like we might have
one day in the 80’s and that is Thursday,
but after that it’s back to the 60’s  LOL
tomorrow’s high is supposed to be 48 F.
Talk about weird hehehe.  It’s raining
slightly right now.  Sort of a mist.  It’s
supposed to rain quite a bit tomorrow.
That might explain the temperature drop.
So,  what else is going on up this ways?
Well to be perfectly honest with you,
it’s been sort of a quiet week around
here.  Yesterday (Friday) I decided to
do a little conga drumming video for
my Youtube,  so I carried my old conga
drums outside and did a little video and
took a few pictures.  Judy was over at
her sister’s house for craft night,  so it
was just me and the boys.  I left the
front door opened so they could run in
and out as they desired while I did my
video.  They just wandered around the
driveway and Benny stayed focused on
our landlords granddaughter that was
playing next door LOL.  He loves that
little girl.  The video didn’t come out
as well as I had wanted being I forgot
to change the video format on my
camera hehehe.  So the video came out
in 320×240 instead of 620×480.  It was
just a tad smaller than I had wanted,
but it’ll do 🙂  Me and the boys hung
out and played for a bit after I finished
my video and then we went back inside.
I wrote some more poetry pictures or
poems to many of you that do not do
Facebook or have yet to of bought a
book and have never seen any of my
picture poems hehehe.  Yep,  I stay
busy writing.  Believe it or not,  writing
the poem is not the hard part (for me).
It’s the formatting the poem into the
pictures that often gives me a headache.
I do though enjoy doing them.  They
help my mind to stay alive.  It’s now
48 F degrees at 3:49 PM.  Boy that’s
what I call a drop in temperature LOL.
5 degrees in 19 minutes hehehe.Judy’s
over at her computer doing our census.
It came in the mail yesterday.  I just
went and checked on the net and the
census for where we live and it says
that the population for New Limerick
Maine was 490 at the 2010 census 🙂
We live in a small community/town.
Life out in the boonies has it’s good
and bad points.  The good part is that
we have a lot of privacy and I can play
my conga drums whenever I want to.
Plus the boys can run around outside
freely without worry of being hit by
a car.  The bad part is that we have to
drive 8 miles into town to buy anything
if it’s not on the internet LOL.  We do
a lot of our shopping on the internet,
but ya can’t buy groceries and Pizza
Hut don’t deliver this far out in the
boonies hehehe.  Today is Mother’s
Day and I’ll call my mom this evening
and wish her a Happy Mother’s Day.
I hope you will call your mom if you
are able.  If they are in Heaven then
send your wishes to them,  because
they are surely watching over you and
will hear you.  Well it’s pouring rain
now.  Good thing I didn’t open the
windows LOL.  I hear of friends down
south complaining about the heat LOL.
I tell them, come on up,  no heat here.
I tried to get Benny to come out for
a field trip with me yesterday,  but he
was just too involved in watching our
landlords little granddaughter hehehe.
Rocky wanted to come out,  but he
also wanted Benny to come out with
us.  Maybe some time this week if it’s
not too wet.  Today,  Judy and I went
to town and bought a dozen donuts
at Dunkin Donuts and then made a
trip to Walmart to buy a few groceries
and buy a new tire air gauge being
it seems the other one was worn out.
Then we went to a station and I put
air in the tires so that the air pressure
light would go off LOL.  After that,
we headed home.  The light for the tire
air pressure finally went off after we
drove a mile or two.  I was beginning
to think that I might have put the
wrong amount of air in the tires LOL.
So we got home and let the boys out
of their cages and they went running
out the front door to see Judy while
bouncing around like rubber balls 🙂
We couldn’t bring them being I knew
we would have many stops and I was
afraid that if we left them in the car
with donuts while we went in to shop,
they might hop over the divider and
eat them LOL.  I know,  we could of
gotten groceries first and the donuts
last,  but still again,  food LOL.  They
were OK staying at home.  When we
told them,  get in your crates,  they
both sort of frowned and walked over
and got in their crates.  No argument
at all 🙂  Benny often uses his for an
indoor doghouse anyways LOL.  We
love our little boys.  They make us
happy.  Judy just now grabbed her
camera to go and take a picture of the
rain LOL.  The boys went running
with her.  We might not have much,
but we have each other and God lives
in our home and in our hearts.  Now
I believe it’s time for me to look back
over all that I’ve 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.  It looks like I might have
found a good title and now after
checking I seems I’ve used a similar
one,  but not the same,  so here goes.
I hope it comes out making some form
of sense hehehe.

Pouring Rain

With every life
comes time set free
minutes counted
you and me.
Troubles come
and troubles go
as pouring rain
will fall and flow.
Certain scenes
of our accord
need us then to
climb aboard.
Pouring rain
can bring to view
lightning striking
and rainbows too.
Even thunder
with its roar
has its beauty
to explore.
Pouring rain
can give us peace
if we let the
storms to cease.
Through its beauty
raindrops fall.
pouring rain
can then enthrall.
Giving sleep time’s
very best
God’s own blessings
time for rest.

©By Bill Pearce
May 14,  2017

I hope that made sense to ya LOL.  If
not,  then oh well.  Maybe next week.
I hope you enjoyed my rambling.  Yes,
I know,  I tend to talk about nothing
for a bit hehehe.  Hey,  no one said that
I was the best writer.  LOL far from it.
The rain has slacked off a bit now.  The
temperature has dropped 2 more degrees
as well.  Yeppers,  it’s 45 F degrees now.
Not quite the springs that I grew up with.
I do though prefer these temps.  Those
hot days of Texas are something that
I can do without LOL.  I reckon I have
told you about all that’s going on in
the Pearce’s Place.  So, I guess it’s time
for me to be telling you what I tell you
every week and that is I wrote some
more poems and haiku.  Yeppers,  10
more poems with an added (drum roll
please rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr) 10 hehehe.
I seem to have kicked into overdrive
in my writing as I find pictures that
give me ideas LOL.  Yes I wrote 22
more haiku for all of the haiku lovers
out there.  No extras there hehehehe.
So I guess it’s time now for me to be
searching for that ornery off switch,
but not before I wish you a wonderful
weekend or whatever is left of it and a
truly blessing filled week.  Also I want
to wish all of the moms out there a
Remember,  Jesus loves you and we
do too.  Now where is that silly switch
hiding or better yet trying to hide?
Hmm,  I think I saw something under
Benny’s head as he raised it up to see
what I was doing.  Yep,  there ya are.
It might of worked,  but I think Benny
was raising his head up because you
didn’t make a good pillow and also
the fact that him and Rocky needed
to go potty LOL.  Anyways,  hehehe,
Gotcha,  see ya CLICK zzzzzzzzzzzz.

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

P.S  A link to our brand new books
Pearce’s Poetry Pictures,
Pearce’s Poetry Pictures 2
and Pearce’s Poetry Pictures 3
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 🙂

A Scenic View

The life of light
in skies above
is filled with truth
and so much love.
It paints a scene
as clouds will form
a scenic view
to then be born.
Life that moves
as time bestows
becomes a sight
that surely grows.
A scenic view
as a book of time
is found within
a scene sublime.
With shades of gray
and others within
a scenic view
will then begin.
It continues
to then accrue
a gift from God
a scenic view.

©By Bill Pearce
May 8,  2017

Sunshine Beckons

A sunny day
with fluffy clouds
displays signs of
Heavens shrouds.
Streams of sunlight
shine on through
as clouds of white
highlight the view.
Sunshine beckons
scenes delight
a sight I love
that is so bright.
A sunny day
and peaceful mind
will then become
an awesome find.
Strands of light
becomes displayed
as sunshine beckons
a cloud parade.
My eyes can see
the moments grow
as sunshine beckons
to me below.

©By Bill Pearce
May 8,  2017

Seeking The Pier

When waves are crashing
upon your each day
don’t let the moments
to make you all gray.
Look passed the waves
and see where to strive
while seeking the pier
to keep you alive.
Time can become as
a portion of pain,
but seeking the pier
can display your gain.
Move a steady course
in the ocean of life
and don’t let it fill you
with struggling strife.
When seeking the pier
a day can expose
the scent of the ocean
as a sweet smelling rose.

©By Bill Pearce
May 9,  2017

Sunrise Campground

Scenes of sunlight
form a view
within a tent
of thereunto.
Sunrise campground
finds a place
life’s own turnstiles
saving grace.
Through a doorway
enters in
scenes of dreams
that do begin.
A high mountain
might display
sunrise campground
break of day.
A lake might also
become found
there within
sunrise campground.

©By Bill Pearce
May 9,  2017

Cracks Of Life

Weathered grounds
we’ve stood upon
might become as
nearly gone.
Cracks of life
we’ve seen each day
might be life
a weathered way.
A time of life
that washed about
as ones seek
a way to get out.
A moment of sorrow,
a moment of pain,
the cracks of life
might drive us insane.
Yet a mere moment
might find fresh air
through cracks of life
a moment of prayer.

©By Bill Pearce
May 9,  2017

Sunflower Days

Seasonal memoirs,
moments are found
those sunflowers days
when we look around.
The minutes ticking
as stages are set
found with sunflowers
that time can’t forget.
Those sunflower days
that bring us a view
sights of some yellows
with a wonderful hue.
Seasonal memoirs
bring forth a sight
all of our memories
day unto night.
Those sunflower days
are greatest of scenes
filled full of yellows
as wondrous cuisine’s.

©By Bill Pearce
May 9,  2017

Beyond The Daylight

Sunflowers fade
in the evening sky
as the day’s ending
and saying goodbye.
Beyond the daylight
holds such a view
found with a pinkish
and blue sort of hue.
The sky’s releasing
a moment in time
beyond the daylight
a fantastic find.
Just like a movie
a story well told
beyond the daylight
begins to unfold.
Flowers of colors
display such a sight
seasons own decor
beyond the daylight.

©By Bill Pearce
May 10,  2017

Sunset Pond

Painted waters
of the mind
become as a
great design.
Scenic splendor
with a phase
pictured of the
springtime days.
From the road
the sights become
as a painting
setting sun.
Life of sunlight
leaves the scene
as a moments
wondrous dream.
Seen at sunset
time goes on
singing seasons
sunset pond.

©By Bill Pearce
May 10,  2017

Weathered Green

Life’s perceptions
come to be
as the seasons
set them free.
Weather turnstiles
bring each day
scenes we find
from gold to gray.
Planted moments
flourish true
as the minutes
make their view.
Weathered colors
times unfold
coming from our
days of old.
Seasons painted
as time flies
often seen
before our eyes.
With the magic
from each scene
there are colors
weathered green.

©By Bill Pearce
May 10,  2017

Dreams Of Snow

Sights of beauty
found displayed
are the times
that Heaven made.
Dreams of minutes
thoughts come true
time becomes a
wondrous view.
Winter displays
snow of white
scenes of beauty
times delight.
Our dogs playing
all the while
sights of Christmas
with a smile.
They find paths
of timeless fun
side to side
to play and run.
Our two dogs
so truly so
always have their
dreams of snow.

©By Bill Pearce
May 10,  2017

Upon The Logs

A photoscape
of days of past
leaves me with
a slight contrast.
With me sitting
upon the logs
joined right then
with our two dogs.
We sit and watch
the time fly by
as shadows meet
the seasons sky.
Upon the logs
I find we share
my dogs and me
a breath of air.
Just sitting smiling
me and my dogs
a sweet memoir
upon the logs.

©By Bill Pearce
May 10,  2017

Painted Dandelions

They might seem real
to watch them sway
and take pictures
day after day.
But they’re portrayed
a persons design
painted dandelions
left from a time.
Their color has turned
and left in its place
the white of the seeds
for life to embrace.
Painted dandelions
create such a view
a scene so supreme
with a wonderful hue.
They go from yellow
to white of the seeds
providing the years
of springtime’s proceeds.

©By Bill Pearce
May 11,  2017

Old Dog Of Mine

Back years ago
when I was so young
I had a good dog
with a life begun.
She was my friend
the greatest of all
as time went by
what I now recall.
Those days she ran
in our backyard
back and forth
and near and far.
She was always
there for me
those distant days
of my history.
We grew together
that life and time
me with my friend
old dog of mine.

©By Bill Pearce
May 11,  2017

Spring Has Awoken

The snow is melting
bringing to view
a doorway to spring
of life thereunto.
Spring has awoken
with lifetimes of green
that was well hidden
in a snowy white scene.
Seasons of grandeur
are soon to behold
spring has awoken
from time oh so cold.
Winter is leaving
its face in the wake
as time is counted
with spring to partake.
Spring has awoken
and winter is passed
leaving but only
some snow melting fast.

©By Bill Pearce
May 12,  2017

Upon A Pole

One day I saw
a bird up high
upon a pole
not wished to fly.
It sat and watched
me down below
while he smiled
to say hello.
This pole of light
was found secure
to give this bird
a scenic tour.
Its timely stance
was there upon
a pole by day
to soon be gone.
It soon was then
in flight so high
with its wings
within the sky,
but it recalls
its moments goal
to sit and rest
upon a pole.

©By Bill Pearce
May 12,  2017

Summer’s Past

The days go by
with little signs
found within
the scenic times.
Summer’s past
is found on stage
a moments time
of age to age.
Like a window
to give a view
the minutes pass
from old to new.
Summer’s past
is like a coin
flipped to see
times to be born.
Learning true
the lessons seen
a mountain high
or seasons dream.
It is a moment’s
life to find
of summer’s past
another time.

©By Bill Pearce
May 12,  2017

Scenic Quest

My eyes they search
for sights of God
within the scenes
I do applaud.
I see His hands
in everything
the sights and sounds
of each great scene.
A scenic quest
my eyes are on
day to night
and dusk to dawn.
I might see signs
of mountains high
or scenes of birds
up in the sky.
I might see signs
of wonderful things
such as the rhythm
of rushing streams.
The stage is set
the very best
the sights I find
a scenic quest.

©By Bill Pearce
May 12,  2017

Old Front Door

Seen as a shadow
an old photograph,
I see a picture
of our distant past.
It’s our old door
to a day and time
a place far away
found on my mind.
Our old front door
a Christmas view
that I remember
so timeless true.
It’s painted now
inside of my brain
our old front door
that times attain.
It is a place
from long ago
our old front door
we used to know.

©By Bill Pearce
May 12,  2017

Clouds Will Speak

Scenes are displayed
fluffy and white
clouds like oceans
sunshine in sight.
Points of perception
become as a style
formed as a picture
seen as a smile.
Clouds will speak
with words of phrase
that of emotions
found within days.
Time is a porthole
with minutes desire
found in the sunshine
as moments acquire.
Life is a journal
that’s written in time
as clouds all billow
their daily design.
The sky is a canvass
for time to accrete
giving the pages
as clouds will speak.

©By Bill Pearce
May 13,  2017

Winter’s Last Glance

Rivers of winter
are snow melting fast,
scenes all enlightened
as remembered past.
Left from the season
is a watery flow,
winter’s last glance
of the fast melting snow.
It is but a doorway
for springtime to view
as a page from a book
with a watery hue.
The words are written
as a pure text of white
displaying snow
as it melts out of sight.
A pathway,  a doorway
to life’s song and dance
springtime’s beginning
and winter’s last glance.

©By Bill Pearce
May 13,  2017

for May 13,  2017

Lost in a dreamworld
reality might get lost
and display false hope.

Challenge of a day
begins with a place and time
to show its true self.

Losing direction
could find you then returning
to where you started.

Looking for someone
might uncover some bad choices
that you may have made.

Peace is from within
for a war might be your sight
that you need to change.

Life’s like a flower
that can either wilt away
or become beauty.

Believing in love
doesn’t make it as a fact,
for it needs the truth.

Without some water
a plant would shrivel and die
leaving only dust.

Tomorrows pathway
might not be clearly seen now
so take time for prayer.

As the sun beckons
it gives life within its view
to blossom flowers.

As doorways open,
then too, others will find end
filled with memories.

Someone’s losing streak
might turn out to be a win
with what all they learned.

Without our mistakes
the lessons would not exist
and we would not grow.

A trail that we’ve found
might lead to nowhere at all,
so don’t burn bridges.

Today’s twists and turns
could become life’s straitened roads
hidden in a thought.

A heart that’s empty
cannot contain any love,
for it needs Jesus.

Dreaming of Heaven
can be an enlightenment
of life after death.

Forgiving others
is a good pathway to choose,
but forgive you too.

Thoughts can become life
and turn into a nightmare
if you allow them.

The storms in your life
might be but only rainbows
to make you stronger.

Winds of time are life
that show us our directions
with God at the helm.

Chances are given,
but many are not noticed
because of choices.

©By Bill Pearce
May 13, 2017

Our Newest books
Pearce’s Poetry Pictures
Pearce’s Poetry Pictures 2
Pearce’s Poetry Pictures 3
and if you are not in the USA or would just rather buy
them at you can buy them all below.
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 🙂

Life Memories


Hello my friends

This passed week has been mostly full
of rain,  but there was one day of that
old sunshine and I loved it.  Today it’s
mostly cloudy and windy as all get out.
The sun’s out there somewhere and it
pokes its head out ever so often hehehe.
It’s 62 F degrees right now with a high
forecasted as 65,  but tomorrows high
is supposed to be 52 F and of course,
100% more rain LOL.  I was unable to
get much of any sleep this morning due
to aches and pains,  so I came in here
and sat a while.  I brought the boys
in here with me and shut the door so
that they would let Judy sleep.  So,
Benny laid down in his doggy bed,
but Rocky camped out right in front
of the door listening for Judy LOL.
She finally got up and Rocky began
spinning in circles from excitement 🙂
They love their mom hehehe.  Next
topic.  I have a copy of my new book.
It came out very nice.  One of my
friends in Texas called me late last
night all excited.  He got home late
and found his copy of my book was
waiting for him at the his front door.
He was literally ecstatic.  Anyways,
as I said,  the book came out great 🙂
Judy also published a new book called
Stardust and Faeries which is a follow
up of one of her previous books titled
Moonlight and Owls.  LOL we’re just
a couple of writers striving to sell some
of our books.  Judy has done many
more paintings and yes I have written
many more poetry pictures or picture
poems,  how ever ya wanna say it LOL.
Yep,  I’m already about a 3rd of the way
done with book number 4 🙂 hehehehe.
Boy that wind is really blowing hard
outside.  The tarp that I had put over
the benches and the boys doghouse
has blown to pieces and it’s flapping in
the breeze.  Also the kiddy/dog pool
that I had set on top of them all has
blown off and is now lying on the
grown upside down with but only the
rainwater that collected on it to keep
it from blowing away.  It might end
up in Canada before it’s over with 🙂
We really need to buy the boys a new
doghouse,  but they do spend more
time inside than outside hehehe.  We
might one day when we have enough
money to spare.  For now the little
doghouse we bought for Benny back
in 2012 will do.  There’s not much
new going on around here.  It seems
that Judy and I have learned to use
our gifts as a bond.  She paints and
I put words to her paintings.  She’s
now in the living room working on a
craft.  I thought I would get an early
start on this journal.  Though I am
chatting with a friend at the same
time.  Also Rocky is right behind me
wanting me to play with him.  He’ll
have to wait LOL.  Things are banging
around outside from the wind blowing.
Rather noisy.  Also,  Judy hung her
wind chimes up in the window and they
are chiming away.  They’re another
of her many crafts.  She’s just getting
good at many things.  All I’m good
at is poetry,  photography,  playing
the drums and being a pain in the
butt LOL.  None the less I do stay
busy.  It’s looking more and more
like springtime outside,  but there’s
still not many trees with leaves on
them aside from the evergreens and
such.  The grass has begun to turn
green.  Now just waiting for those
sneeze weeds to start popping up 🙂
You know which ones I’m talking
about hehehe.  I do though enjoy
the colors that decorate the field
when the dandelions and daisies
start making their appearance 🙂
Thank You God for all that You
give us to enjoy that comes with
the seasons of the year.  They make
magnificent photographs and life
memories.  I guess it’s time for me
to take a little trip back through
all of my rambling 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 like to call RECOLLECT
VILLE.  I think I found a decent
title just a few lines back that will
work for today’s poem and now
after checking I see I have not used
it yet,  so,  here goes…….

Life Memories

Links to our lives
as the oceans waves
flourish a heartbeat
of distant days.
Maybe a four legged
time that has passed
displays the memories
that went by too fast.
Those seasons of life
that time had displayed
become as a blessing
our Father had made.
Links as a chain
might find a little rust
as our life memories
will attempt to adjust.
Don’t let the moments
to pass you on by.
Seek for the lessons
of who, where and why.
Let the life memories
to not fade away,
for they are of part of
who you are today.

©By Bill Pearce
May 7,  2017

Ok,  so there ya go.  I hope you liked
the poem.  I also hope you enjoyed my
rambling.  Yes I know,  I tend to talk
about our books quite a bit.  Hey I’m
very proud of them 🙂  We might not be
top publishing authors,  but we’re doing
our best.  Maybe 1 day LOL.  After I’m
dead and gone HaHaHa.  Judy is back
in here now.  The cheap sewing machine
that I bought many years ago wouldn’t
work.  To the trash.  It was a cheap little
thing that looked good on the internet,
but when I got it found it was not as
good as I thought it would be.  LOL
but then it only cost me around $15 🙂
and that was including shipping hehehe.
So Judy said,  back to the old needle
and thread by hand LOL.  She’ll get
it done.  Well I guess it’s time for me
to be telling 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 8 due to
my work on picture poems.  Hopefully
you can visualize the pictures as you
read the poems.  LOL other wise you
will just have to buy our books hehehe.
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,  I believe it’s time for
me to begin my search for that hardly
elusive off switch,  but not before I wish
you a wonderful weekend or whatever’s
left of it and a truly blessings filled
week.  Remember,  Jesus loves you
and we do too.  Now,  where is that
silly off switch trying to hide this time?
Hmm,  (scratching my head) where
can that little varmint be hiding????
LOL,  I see ya,  you silly thing.  Trying
to hide behind my cameras piled up
on my printer huh hehehe.  It might
of worked aside from the issue of you
not being able to blend in with them.
Gotcha,  see ya CLICK zzzzzzzzzzzzz.

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

P.S  A link to our brand new books
Pearce’s Poetry Pictures,
Pearce’s Poetry Pictures 2
and Pearce’s Poetry Pictures 3
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+8 and 22 hehehehehehehehehehe 🙂

The Ballerina

This one that dances
on toes in sight
is the ballerina
a magical flight.
She dances around
like a little angel
as the ballerina
a time to untangle.
She might reach up
to touch the stars
like the ballerina
is mimicking Mars.
Twirling around
on her tippy toes
as the ballerina’s
life surely flows.
She might be seen
as a moment in space
as the ballerina
dances with grace.

©By Bill Pearce
May 1,  2017


We find our ways
to look beyond
our own ways
from dusk to dawn.
Exploring sights
we dream about
as life’s discovered
without a doubt.
Exploring oceans
and outer space,
the scenes we seek
from place to place.
Seeking for life
of another way,
but yet that life
might now display
The living breathing
lives we seek
might be the ones
we see each week.
We’re all unique
as time flies by
seeking for answers
who, where and why.

©By Bill Pearce
May 1,  2017

Summer Beckons

Certain scenes
a timeless view
displays the sights
a dream come true.
Summer beckens
things to see
a river flowing
true and free.
Trees of green
right then unfold
the stage is set
a story’s told.
Summer beckens
life goes on
to paint a scene
for duck and swan.
Life’s a journey
timeless true
to display things
for us to view.

©By Bill Pearce
May 1,  2017

River Flowing

Like a river
lives are flowing
with their details
time’s bestowing.
Scenes become
a certain flair
headed out to
who knows where.
A river flowing
like a mind
scenes of dreams
to then unwind.
Stories written
many read
waters rampant
to succeed.
A river flowing
giving breath
life’s encounters
more or less.
Now’s a moment
often growing
as a lifestyle
river flowing.

©By Bill Pearce
May 1,  2017

Winter’s Recital

A time I remember
a time I recall
is a magical moment
that came after fall.
Winter’s recital
in a wondrous display
brought many scenes
in a whitish array.
Performance enhanced
with a seasons delight
seeming as a painting
a magical sight.
Christmas beginnings
with a so scenic flair
as winter’s recital
a new breath of air.
Snow was billowing
a Christmassy view
life of the season
so fresh and anew.
Time was depicted
within a photograph
as winter’s recital
of a so distant past.

©By Bill Pearce
May 2,  2017

Road Through Winter

Life of a moment
lives as a thought,
timeless emotions
that cannot be bought.
A seasonal second
that minutes display,
a momentous journey
to wintertime’s day.
A road through winter
as a simple memory
becomes as a doorway
our inner sights see.
Such as a road that’s
seasoned with snow,
enhanced as a journey
that surely will grow.
Life of a moment
can become anything,
a time you remember
beginning of spring.
A road through winter
can display a view,
a time so sublime
that surely comes true.

©By Bill Pearce
May 2,  2017

This Little Barn

Passing days
of timeless views
bring in sight
a weathered hue.
A little barn
within our drive
seems to say
it’s still alive.
This little barn
it has big a heart
weathered true
but still in art.
The life it shows
is in its wood
reddish color
where it stood.
Time was found
a moments yarn
of which detailed
this little barn.

©By Bill Pearce
May 2,  2017

So Christmassy

A scene a theme
that comes in sight,
it seems so great
it’s what I delight.
It is so Christmassy
times that display,
the magical moments
of wintertime’s day.
Christmas snow flakes
that landed on trees,
encompassing times
as awesome as these.
Life is abundant
so fluffy and white,
found so Christmassy
each day and night.
Times are recorded
as greatest we’ve seen,
life so Christmassy
it must be a dream.

©By Bill Pearce
May 2,  2017

Field Of Flowers

Like a painting
my eyes see
a field of flowers
life set free.
As a memoir
life is made
many blessings
then displayed.
A field of flowers
painted true
found within
my wildest view.
Scenic colors
open wide
a field of flowers
time applied.
So much scented
with a gaze
a field of flowers
summers days.

©By Bill Pearce
May 2,  2017

Painted Ocean

Life of blue skies
lives and breathes
as it highlights
deep blue seas.
A painted ocean
comes in view
scenic wonders
painted blue.
Time’s a place mat
serving style
waves a crashing
scenes compile.
Life of artwork
falls in place
with the help of
saving grace.
God gives many
things to see
timeless ventures
for you and me.
A painted ocean
finds the frame
within minutes
times attain.

©By Bill Pearce
May 3,  2017

Bedtime Story

Found in a book
words do describe
a dream so supreme
with life deep inside.
A story of Heaven,
a story of peace.
A story of lifestyles
time can’t release.
Within the book
is a great mystery
a time so complete
you truly can see.
A bedtime story
so many times told
a dream so supreme
that lifetimes unfold.

©By Bill Pearce
May 3,  2017

God’s Trail

Some paths we find
are not so great
they only make us
Yet some paths
some tracks of time
are made by God
with things to find.
God’s trail is seen
when time is ceased
and life we live
is then released.
We might find tracks
that have a train
a locomotive
with much pain.
But the courses
that we go
will find God’s trail
to rightly flow.

©By Bill Pearce
May 3,  2017

Waves Of Thunder

Through our lives
we might be found
always seeking
solid ground.
Waves of thunder
churn and roar
as we’re seeking
safe ashore.
God gives strength
to go through time
waves of thunder
that we find.
When life’s crashing
as you’re rowing
your life boat
is truth bestowing.
Time might become
hard to see,
but you’ll make it
Waves of thunder
cannot win
if you let God
enter in.

©By Bill Pearce
May 4,  2017

Stormy Sunset

Whirling twirling
signs of strife
might be signs
a change of life.
A stormy sunset
that you view
might be signs
of something new.
A tornado
spinning around
might be time to
seek safe ground.
A stormy sunset
life alone
might be signs
you need atone.
Passed days living
might display
a stormy sunset
shade of gray.
Let some peace to
fall in place
a stormy sunset
saved by grace.

©By Bill Pearce
May 4,  2017

Summer Of Life

Cows in a pasture,
horses there too
seasons own threshold
is given to view.
Spring brought to life
a doorway of scenes
as summer of life
enhances the greens.
It seems as a stage
that came into sight
a scene that is filled
with summer delight.
Time’s but an essence
of life giving flow
as summer displays
the things that will grow.
A moment that finds
a peaceful array
summer of life
such a wonderful way.

©By Bill Pearce
May 4,  2017

Summer Cruise

Spring is finding
life of times
a summer cruise
with inner minds.
Cycling down
a timeless way
a summer cruise
that’s within May.
Springtime’s fancy
sounds are clear
as the echoes
A summer cruise
throughout time
displays journeys
a scenic sign.
The connections
brings to life
a wondrous view
The road’s alive
that ones ride on
as a passage
dusk from dawn.

©By Bill Pearce
May 6,  2017

A Springtime Day

Greens and yellows
blossoms bloom
a springtime day
in the afternoon.
Dandelions spreading
in a field of green
is a springtime day
a wonderful scene.
Seeming as a painting
with a magical hue
a springtime day
comes into view.
Alive with chirping
of birds in flight
a springtime day
is an awesome sight.
It seems as Heaven
with colors of gold
a springtime day
to most surely behold.

©By Bill Pearce
May 6,  2017

Winter Becomes

A page in a book
as a turn of time
becomes as a stage
such wondrous design.
A seasonal scene
of a white fluffy way
is a stage set to be
a bright winters day.
The snow is gleaming
as a beacon of light
while winter becomes
such a magical sight.
The trees all covered
with snow that falls
a moment in time
that my life recalls.
This is the season
a cold snowy view
as winter becomes
as blessings so true.
Seen as a painting
God’s Hands bestow
as winter becomes
some fluffy white snow.

©By Bill Pearce
May 6,  2017

for May 4,  2017

Time is but a flight
of seconds being counted
to become a day.

Beyond what we see
are shadows of the living
that exist as life.

Our varieties
are as associations
of which that we choose.

A pear is a pear
but it’s shape is deciphered
that of a woman.

Life to the fullest
is only our perception,
as we view our lives.

A flower beckons
for a bubble bee’s lifestyle
to conjoin with it.

Some days are stormy
while others are bright sunshine
that evens the mix.

Sadness is the fuel
for happiness and desire,
for it gives us want.

Trees that are leaning
may have been within a storm
with branches weighed down.

Someone’s conclusion
might be nothing but guessing,
for answers elude.

Driving through springtime
you might see lifetimes blossom
that was once in snow.

Deep within minutes
holds seconds to be counted
to become your life.

The past is the past
and we carry the baggage
that lets the past live.

Belief in something
does not always make it so,
but in God it’s true.

Life is a doorway
that connects many lifestyles
to become much more.

Change is illusion
if it is not done within,
for actions can lie.

Scenes of explosions
might be dynamite of life
that was not dealt with.

Feeling for a pulse
will only show a heartbeat
and not ones true self.

Looking up skyward
some clouds might drift in your view
and become blessings.

A small blade of grass
can become someone’s front yard
as it reaches out.

Highlights of our lives
might change as we grow older
looking at the past.

Jumping too quickly
might land you in a puddle
that shows your mistakes.

©By Bill Pearce
May 4,  2017

Our Newest books
Pearce’s Poetry Pictures
Pearce’s Poetry Pictures 2
Pearce’s Poetry Pictures 3
and if you are not in the USA or would just rather buy
them at you can buy them all below.
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 🙂