Connection of Sorts

Posted in Greetings, Poems on March 31, 2019 by Bill Pearce

ANIMAL’S GREETINGS

Hello my friends

The end of March has arrived and April
is knocking on the door saying hello. It
looks like today is gonna be a warm one
as right this moment it is 56 F degrees
and it’s helping the snow to melt away
of course at a slow rate. Tomorrow it’s
supposed to be a high of 33 F and that
might slow it down a tad LOL. None
the less the snow is melting, but it’s
supposed to snow a little this evening,
although it doesn’t look like we will be
getting much more snow, being it’s a
little too warm and the low for tonight
is 27 F 🙂 It’s supposed to rain a little
bit before it begins snowing and that
should cancel out the snow quite a bit.
So, next topic. We haven’t done much
since last week. Judy didn’t have any
doctor appointments in March so that
cut down on our drives to town other
than to do a little grocery shopping 🙂
Being honest, I’ve seen all of the snow
that I want to see. 6 months of snow
is plenty LOL. Yep, I’m ready for
a little warmer weather, but not too
warm. We went to town yesterday
(Saturday) and bought a few groceries
and when we got home, I stumbled
on a mound of ice as I was headed
out of the car to our front steps and
I fell and hit my head and messed up
my arm and ribs pretty good, but I
think I’ll survive. My right arm is
bruised and swollen quite a bit and it
has been hard to breathe. Also when
I banged my head it took me a while
before the world stopped spinning. I
couldn’t stand up and when I did I
felt as though I was on a merry-go-
round. The world stopped spinning
after a little bit, but Judy made me
stay sitting while she brought in all
of the groceries and put them away.
At first before unloading all of the
groceries she loaded me up in the car
and was going to take me to the ER,
but just a little ways down the road
I told her I was feeling better and I
thought I would be OK, so she in
a hesitant manner turned us around
and headed back home. She worries
about me and I love her for that 🙂
Last night our dumb butt dog Rocky
peed on my side of the bed and made
it where I had to use my right arm to
flip the mattress after we cleaned up
what we could with Oxiclean. That
hurt quite a bit. Almost made me cry
which is something I don’t have habit
of doing unless I am in a tremendous
amount of pain or real sad. Kind of
like when I had shingles on my head.
That freaking hurt. Judy thought I
was having an aneurysm and come to
think of it I was thinking the same
being mine didn’t have a rash like
most. Anyways, as I said, it takes
a lot to make me cry or more to the
point for tears to start pouring LOL.
Anyways, that is all about that topic.
Next 🙂 Well our landlord never got
our mailbox repaired, but I am sure
that in time he will, but until then
I may go out in the next day or 3 and
stand it up and wrap it with duck tape
and put a few screws in it to hold it
up LOL. Yet, as of now it’s leaning
to the left quite a bit. The mailman
is still able to put mail in it :), but
I bet it’s hard for him to reach from
his car window. Anyways, life is
continuing at a crawl up this way 🙂
Judy just got up and came in here
with me and the boys. LOL I told
Rocky if you ever pee on my side
of the bed again, he’s gonna be put
outside and have to spend a lot of
time chasing weeds hahaha. Judy
said he peed on my side because I’m
his favorite. I said you don’t pee on
your favorite owners side of the bed.
LOL I’m sure Rocky understood all
that I said hehehe, NOT. Oh well
that’s life. Shih Tzus aren’t the most
brightest dogs ya know Hahahaha.
We love him and his brother Benny.
Though we’ve never had the problems
with Benny that we have with Rocky,
but that could be due to him not
being a Shih Tzu LOL. Benny’s is a
Peekapoo, half Pekinese and half
Poodle. The wind is really blowing
outside . It’s singing a song such as
whistle while you work hehehe. Yep,
the Pearce’s Place is a real exciting
place LOL. Judy and I enjoy the
peace when nothing is going wrong.
She’s been doing a lil bit of painting
lately and I used one of her paintings
of an alien that she did a while back
for one of my poetry pictures. She’s
painted a few more in the last few
days 🙂 LOL I know what you may
be thinking right now, aliens. Well
she paints whatever she happens to
want to paint or feels like painting
just as I write about whatever that
I feel like writing. It’s called life.
The poem I wrote for her painting
came out quite nice and I believe it
fit the painting pretty good 🙂 We’ve
got a connection of sorts that many
people don’t have. I thank God
for that connection and for bringing
her and I together. It’s great having
someone that enjoys pretty much the
same things as me as I her. We have
our downfalls and disagreements in
life, but that’s normal. Nobody sees
eye to eye always. But we let our
love to pull us through and God is
always helping. Thank You God 🙂
Now I believe it’s time for me to be
looking back over 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. I believe I may
of found a decent title just a few lines
back in my rambling and now after
checking I see that I have not used it
yet, so used it shall be. Here goes.

Connection of Sorts

Thoughts and desires
become as we are
while time continues
to near and afar.
A connection of sorts
becomes as a style
bonding ones together
a frown or a smile.
We’ve got connections
that we may not see
as time goes its way
throughout history.
So look for sameness
and not only seek
what that is different
or maybe antique.
We have connections
red blood that flows
with heartbeats beating
our sameness grows.
Look beyond color
and what you believe
and find the sameness
the greatest degrees.
Let God to guide you
to love less of hate
a connection of sorts,
find a familiar trait.

©By Bill Pearce
Mar 31, 2019

Well, there ya go. I hope you liked
the poem. I also hope you enjoyed
my rambling and I didn’t bore you.
It’s raining now and Judy just went
outside to take a picture of the rain
as well as the magnitudes of snow
that we still have LOL. Yep, we’ve
still got quite a bit of snow on the
ground, but the rain will help it to
melt 🙂 I did a few selfies a couple
of days ago and I’ll put maybe 1
of them in my stationery. So that
seems to be all that I have for ya,
other than of course the normal.
Yeppers, I wrote 10 more poems
and 4 of them are Christmas poems.
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. I believe
it’s time for me to begin my search
for that hardly elusive off switch,
but not before I wish you a most
wonderful blessings filled week.
Remember, Jesus loves you and
we do too. Now, where can that
ornery off switch be trying to hide
this time??? Hmm, I do remember
putting my list of telephone numbers
down in front of me, but they used
to sit flat LOL. Hey, are you ever
gonna try to actually hide? Silly!
Gotcha, see ya CLICK zzzzzzzzzzz.

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

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

The Bee Eater

Mother nature
creates its own
ways of life in
wondrous tone.
Plants displaying
greater scenes
and some animals
just like dreams.
Just like a bird
that eats insects
predominantly bees
it finds the best.
It has a way of
not getting stung
hitting on wood
its stinger is flung.
Most are found
in Africa and Asia
the Bee Eater style
just like fantasia.
Seeming like a song
or a similar tune
the Bee Eater way
is life’s opportune.
Nesting in burrows
of riverbanks
vertically dug
in colony flanks.
A Bee Eater thrives
its eating array
existing through time
in a magical way.

©By Bill Pearce
Mar 25, 2019

Our Christmas Memories

Those wonderful days
with presents all wrapped
waiting for the day
for time to adapt.
Our dogs all dressed up
in Christmas clothes
and we hear the songs
on the old radios.
Scenes become alive
as a page from a book
our Christmas memories
that can’t be mistook.
The tree’s all lit up
and twinkling away
as the presents beneath it
await for the day.
Those wonderful times
that became as a glow
as outside displayed
that white Christmas snow.
It glitters and shimmers
of a Christmas hue
our Christmas memories
from old to anew.
We will always remember
the times way back when
we had our dog Milo
that made Benny grin.
Those times will always
be as oceans of seas
found as true blessings
our Christmas memories.

©By Bill Pearce
Mar 25, 2019

Season of White

Blessings are children
that play in the snow
seasonal playgrounds
our winters bestow.
A moment endearing
as a seasonal kiss
filled with the wonders
of Christmastime bliss.
Found within Maine
of a seasonal time
white snow’s well laden
in a wondrous design.
The season is a stage
that performs in style
giving oh so many
a Christmastime smile.
Snowflakes falling
as angels from above
creating great moments
that fill full of love.
That Christmassy scene
is a wondrous display
with children in snow
on a wintertime’s day.
It might be a picture
or a moment you recall
that’s from the past
that came after fall.
None the less the beauty
is a Christmas delight
found in the moments
of a season of white.

©By Bill Pearce
Mar 26, 2019

Returning To Seed

Passed days remembered
are seeds that are sewn
seeming as timeless
a moment we’ve known.
Seeds were implanted
in our distant memories
that we may remember
to the slightest degrees.
A page of our lifetime
will turn in our book
while returning to seed
for a much better look.
Lessons from moments
that we’ve been through
are the seeds we planted
for a much later view.
Maybe with the passing
of a day or a year
the seeds that we planted
might not be so clear.
For as our journey finds
the minutes to move
we might then encounter
a dissimilar groove.
The roads we go down
as life moves along
might throw a few seeds
to show a new dawn.
Yet with the passing times
we’ll get what we need
as our lessons in life are
returning to seed.

©By Bill Pearce
Mar 26, 2019

Unending Thoughts

Reliving the minutes
as seconds tick on
I find I’m reminded
of another time’s dawn.
A lifetime’s existence
that came into view
and then faded out
to an undying hue.
It’s of a Christmas
a time long ago
as scenes from a play
well written in snow.
Unending thoughts
of a seasonal time
that I still envision
deep inside of my mind.
It’s as a heartbeat
a true rhythm of love
with a family united
by Lord God above.
We all have moments
that we wish to return
echoes of the past
that we surely discern.
Those times recorded
inside of our brain
each time well forming
as a moment of rain.
Look for the beauty
the memoirs not lost
found in the moments
of unending thoughts.

©By Bill Pearce
Mar 27, 2019

Sunshine Escapes

With views of winter
in snow of white
the sunshine escapes
to expose its light.
We might not see
the sudden scenes
Christmas moments
as sunshine dreams.
Yet in the making
of a cloudy sky
wintertime displays
what times apply.
Sometimes fragments
and sometimes more
as sunshine escapes
through a winter door.
It might seem cold
as the view displays
white snow of winter
in wondrous arrays.
It is so magical
unfolding a style
as sunshine escapes
and gives us a smile.
It might be a passing
of a roadside view
a time you remember
that now lives in you.
For as the season
shows cloudy drapes
Christmas snow falls
as sunshine escapes.

©By Bill Pearce
Mar 27, 2019

Looking Out To Sea

The scenery of the sea
as a mere looking glass
displays a sight to see
of the future and past.
A scene that’s so serene
as a life’s music box
as the waves of the sea
are a moment that talks.
Telling a wondrous story
of a time and a place
while one stands watching
the moon changing face.
Life is but a dreamland
and a seasonal glance
as the waves of the days
do their song and dance.
Singing oh so sweetly
as a graceful lullaby
while the minutes pass
and thoughts multiply.
While one stands alone
looking out for designs
the waves then complete
their own style of rhymes.
Recreating journals
that we’ve written down
telling of a moment
that waves surely found.
Speaking of a segment
of a time’s memory
this is what is heard
when looking out to sea.

©By Bill Pearce
Mar 28, 2019

A Skyline Journey

A late summer’s day
on a seasonal drive
time fades from view
as seconds come alive.
Minutes are gathered
as life’s atmosphere
a time so golden
to see and to hear.
Driving down a road
beneath a cloudy sky
you might see a stage
that seems to fly by.
A mesmerizing scene
with blue skies displayed
a time that you find
heaven’s waters to wade.
A God filled moment
and a dream come true
a time so divine
that lives within you.
It lives as a memory
it lives as a thought
a time and a place
that cannot be bought.
It’s a skyline journey
to another world
driven down a road
with moments unfurled.
A place you’ll remember
as time goes its way
a skyline journey
of a so distant day.

©By Bill Pearce
Mar 28, 2019

Exhale

Breathe in a moment
exhale then a time
a scene you remember
a photograph find.
Loosen your collar
and seek for a view
breathe in a turnstile
that opened for you.
Exhale the sadness
and breathe in a smile
and let it blossom
with more to compile.
Search for a photo
or a mere memory
and then breathe it in
much better to see.
Don’t allow yesterdays
to constrain your view
look for a new breath
to exhale in you.
Seek for tomorrows
with glimmers of past
found as our memories
only shadows to cast.
A view of a puppy
or a kitten can become
a sight for sore eyes
on a new setting sun.
So breathe in a blessing
a true breath of air
and then find hopeful
to exhale as a prayer.

©By Bill Pearce
Mar 28, 2019

Traveling Minds

Looking passed sorrow
and looking passed pain
time becomes a doorway
that drives us insane.
Often with cloudy skies
and often with blue
as our traveling minds
say how do you do.
Hello to the bitterness,
hello to the smiles
as our minds travel on
with so many styles.
God gives many choices
for us to perceive,
but our traveling minds
might just misconceive.
All of the distant roads
that we each look upon
might have within them
a new dusk to dawn.
A new day well hidden
that now does not see
as today marks a journey
within you and me.
Let God show the roads
the best for us to drive
finding new pathways
to keep us alive.
Don’t let your mindsets
to be locked on today,
because in a moment
it will be yesterday.
Leaving just a memory
of our rights and wrongs
that many sing about
in their daily songs.
Those special places
that Lord God unwinds
as all of the lessons
within traveling minds.

©By Bill Pearce
Mar 30, 2019

Haiku
for Mar 30, 2019

The mind’s perception
can be controlled by shadows
that a moment sees.

Living within lies
the truth is still living proof
that will be exposed.

Inside a dreamworld
our imagination lives,
but shows illusions.

Illustrated quest
are done without our footsteps,
but gauged as our steps.

Rosebuds of today
are also thorns in our lives
that we must deal with.

From winter to spring
life shows us many pictures
as our photographs.

Dandelions thrive
through summertime’s beginnings
ending in autumn.

Shadows of ourselves
are as mirrored images
that show what we do.

Depicting the truth
often needs good descriptions
for ones to believe.

Life in the fast lane
can cause you to miss what’s good
and see only bad.

Chapters of our lives
can be real hard to believe
if they are too vague.

Often our lessons
come as struggles we don’t want,
but we must deal with.

Leaders of many
might find a few that lose stride
as they look away.

The truth of a plant
is its roots within the soil,
not just what’s above.

Glimmers of a life
can become time’s emotions
contained in a thought.

Living on the edge
can be very hazardous
as you may fall down.

Changes in reasons
show our wants and desires
in explanations.

The windows of life
are often as confusion
that we’re looking through.

Now is just a time
that will soon be as the past
no matter how far.

Various viewpoints
can become as a war zone,
so seek common ground.

The links to a rose
are as that of a flower
that might be a weed.

Sharing a lifestyle
through a moment of peaceful
can harness a prayer.

©By Bill Pearce
Mar 30, 2019

The Porch

Posted in Greetings, Poems on March 24, 2019 by Bill Pearce

ANIMAL’S GREETINGS

Hello my friends

Well it looks as though March has but
only a week or so left in it. Yep and it
also looks as though spring might be
finally showing its face up here. Yes I
know, it was supposed to be March 20,
but we’ve still got a many tons of snow
up here. It does though appear to be
melting 🙂 I feel sorry for everybody
that lives in low lying areas. We live
on rather high ground and aren’t too
worried about flooding, but we do
have a place at the end of our house
that when it rains or the snow melts
it holds water like a pond though 🙂
One year when we had neighbors the
kids put their dads canoe in the little
pond and had a blast rowing from one
side to the other. I miss all of the kids.
We’re without any neighbors now and
it doesn’t look as though we will get
any anytime soon. Our landlord is
talking about moving into one of the
trailers though. LOL I’m not sure
if that’s good or bad. He’s a good
man. We feel sort of like family as
we have lived here for over 11 years
now. Yeppers we’ve lived here longer
than any of the other tenants. Judy
and I like it here. The boys can go
outside and potty without worry of
them being run over being we live
quite a ways from the county road 🙂
They know they are not to go out of
our yard. I don’t allow them to come
with me to check the mail. They wait
for me in our yard or driveway. Yep,
they’re good boys. We taught them
the boundaries using electronic fence
collars. They don’t need them now
being they have learned, but we do
use them when we take the boys over
to Judy’s sisters or daughters houses
being they too have the same setup.
Plus every once in a while, Benny
will get overly curious and go visiting
the neighboring trailers LOL and I
have to once again show him that he
is not to do that hehehe and on goes
the collar again for a brief 🙂 It only
takes a day or so and then he knows.
These boys are gonna totally miss the
snow, especially Benny LOL. He
loves to go prancing around on the
snow mounds. Sometimes he doesn’t
want to come back inside until he’s
done investigating and playing LOL.
He does though finally get to the
point where he can’t handle the cold
anymore and he’ll come in the doggy
door to the porch and wait for us
to let him inside the house 🙂 We’ve
got a rounded mirror hanging on
the porch that allows us to see the
porch from the kitchen window
and be able to see whether Benny
or Rocky are there and ready to
come back inside without having to
open the front door to look Hahaha.
Yeppers, we keep an eye on those
boys. LOL we spoil them quite a
bit too 🙂 When they come in we’ll
give them a little treat and when I
say a little treat, I mean little. I
give them each a small doggy treat
to show them that they have done
good. It’s 41 F degrees right now
and the high is supposed to be 42.
It’s supposed to be 9 F degrees by
tomorrow morning though and the
high for tomorrow is 30 F degrees.
So you see, our temperatures are
still bouncing around quite a bit 🙂
We had trouble with our water the
other day. The well quit working,
but I called Calvin our landlord
and he got it fixed. I told him that
it seemed that our water pressure
was very weak and that there might
be a broken water pipe in one of
the other trailers. He checked and
sure enough, one of the trailers had
a broken pipe and it was causing
the well to overheat and shut down.
That’s fixed now and our porch is
now not leaking as well. Some ice
and snow had gotten into some
of the seams and caused the roof
to begin leaking. Calvin said he
would come back when it’s warmer
and fix it so that doesn’t happen
again. We live such an exciting
life don’t we LOL. I have to keep
an eye on our car tires being with
the change of temperatures they
tend to lose air and go flat. But
I have an old air compressor that
works fairly well. It plugs into the
cigarette lighter or what was once
known as the cigarette lighter LOL.
I’m gonna buy us 2 new front tires
when I get paid. The back tires
look good. The front tires wear
out fastest due to the front wheel
drive. But if needed I will buy all
4 tires, but I think the rear tires
will pass inspection 🙂 Of course
inspection isn’t for another couple
of months, so no hurry on that.
God has been good to us. He has
looked after us giving all that we
need that we ourselves are not
able. He has protected us as we
have walked forward into each
and every day. Thank You Lord
for all that You do for us and all
that You have done. Now I believe
it is time for me to begin searching
back through all that I’ve written
here to see if I can find a 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 place of
my recollection that I always like
to call RECOLLECT VILLE 🙂
I believe I may of found a decent
title just about half way back in
my rambling and now after I’ve
checked I see that it has not been
used as of yet, so used it shall be.
Here goes…

The Porch

A place we rest
and watch the world
as time moves on
and life’s unfurled.
It is a perspective
it is but a view
found on the porch
of then thereunto.
We’ve each got one
a porch of time
a place with vision
a place to unwind.
It is within us
a choice to choose
the porch of life
to help us defuse.
Search your mind
and you will see
the porch of life
a place to be free.
It may be a dream
or a wishful thought
a porch of time
to get you aloft.
To change your view
the porch can be
a Heavenly sight
to set you free.
Given through God
as a porch of style
a time and place
to help you smile.
Look passed sadness
and look passed grief
and get on the porch
and find some relief.

©By Bill Pearce
Mar 24, 2019

I hope you liked the poem. I actually
had no idea of what I was gonna do
with that title, but I guess it worked.
Anyways, I hope you enjoyed all of
my rambling and maybe just maybe
it gave you a moment’s peace. Judy
just woke up and came in here with
me and the boys. I guess it’s almost
time for me to fix us breakfast, but
I must finish here first. I can’t think
of anything else to tell you other than
what I tell you every week and that is,
I wrote a few more poems and haiku.
Yeppers 10 more poems with 3 extras
this week and one Christmas style
poem in the midst of them :). 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 be searching for that hardly
elusive off switch, but not before I
wish you a most wonderful blessings
filled week. Remember, Jesus loves
you and we do too. Ok so, where
can that dadgum ornery off switch
be trying to hide this week? Hmm,
well, normally I don’t have a camera
SD card bouncing around in front
of me, but it seems that today that
has changed LOL. Sheesh, can’t
you find a place to hide that you
can actually hide behind AND stay
still? Hahaha, better luck next time
Gotcha, see ya CLICK zzzzzzzzz.

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

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

Picture’s Memoir

Time is a capsule
that holds in its grasp
life that of artwork
found in the past.
Memories alive then
a picture to view
create deep emotions
of time oh so true.
The past is a painting
that lives in the mind
a picture’s memoir
of a wondrous design.
Time is as seconds
and minutes contained
as that of moments
which pictures retained.
Looking back on then
the days of our lives
we might remember
what we didn’t realize.
The pictures of times
were great to behold
and now as a memory
a story of old.
The times we remember
from near to afar
are found within photos
as a picture’s memoir.

©By Bill Pearce
Mar 18, 2019

Churning Thoughts

Raging waters
thoughts procure
minutes moving
life’s allure.
Many motions
might become
churning thoughts
a beating drum.
As life crashing
into shore
time becomes
a little more.
Sometimes seen
as wanted things
then some others
haunting dreams.
Churning thoughts
can calm down
if with peaceful
higher ground.
Allow the waters
within you
to find the peace
of Heaven’s hue.
Let the blessings
wash the days
calming moments
wondrous ways.
Allow your mind
to look across
and find peace in
churning thoughts.

©By Bill Pearce
Mar 18, 2019

Moonlight Eve

The thoughts of life
and times that pass
become as echoes
that shadows cast.
Scenes of moments
heartfelt times
are that of seasons
of so many minds.
Surveying the sky
as a memory
time is of essence
a sight to see.
Recorded seconds
are hours viewed
a moonlight eve
of times altitude.
Many are waiting
for the sky to clear
to show the beauty
of yesteryear.
Yet upon horseback
ones might fall prey
to that of a dream
of another day.
Finding but only
a view of time
that only exist
within their mind.
But they’re praying
for new to perceive
peaceful encounters
of a moonlight eve.

©By Bill Pearce
Mar 20, 2019

Xanadu

A sky full of dreams
with oceans of sway
opens as a portal
to magical day.
Forming as clouds
of a wonderful view
time is an essence
of a time’s Xanadu.
Shifting and uplifting
the seasons of time
we might imagine
inside of our mind.
A sky with sunshine
beaming so bright
on through the clouds
a shimmering sight.
Xanadu is formed
as the mind foresees
dreamt of in a way
of piano keys.
Playing that of music
which surely belongs
a tune we remember
as magical songs.
The place is imagined
as a living dream
a time and a place
of a rushing stream.
Clouds in the sky
might form that view
the place we imagine
called Xanadu.

©By Bill Pearce
Mar 20, 2019

Afterthought

Living in the past
we might remember
a thought of a time
found in December.
It might be of snow
or a scenic sky
a time’s afterthought
that now does apply.
You might see life
of a distant hue
a time you remember
that lives within you.
It might be a place
with snow of white
below a blue sky
as winter’s delight.
You might then see
within your mind
a time’s afterthought
of a wondrous design.
Trees might sway
in the winter scenes
some without leaves
and some evergreens.
A mere afterthought
of a seasonal phase
enjoying the moment
the best time to gaze.
This is a moment
that cannot be bought
a time that has passed
a life’s afterthought.

©By Bill Pearce
Mar 20, 2019

Dreaming Scenes

Roads of life
to journey’s end
dreaming scenes
will then begin.
Times of travels
scenic styles
creating dreams
of many miles.
Across a path
on down the road
dreaming scenes
will then unload.
Giving heartfelt
raging seas
found within
our memories.
Scenes of minds
become alive
sense of styles
a timeless drive.
Just like a dream
of time and place
a feeling felt
or someone’s face.
It might be found
within some things
as wants and wishes
dreaming scenes.

©By Bill Pearce
Mar 21, 2019

Face of Denial

Life is as artwork
that many don’t see
the face of denial
in you and in me.
We might try to hide
how we are feeling
inside of denial
with words appealing.
Lying to ourselves
and others we meet
the face of denial
soon meets defeat.
For as we continue
our daily chore
hiding how we feel
each day a bit more,
the patterns are seen
as a few catch on
and see the true you
with all of the wrong.
It’s then that friends
are truly found
the ones that are near
when denial’s around.
Learn to be honest
with how you are
and you will grow
much better by far.
So take heed now
your face of denial
and find the truth
of a frown or smile.

©By Bill Pearce
Mar 22, 2019

A Place Called Peace

Formed as a segment
of a dreamers style
life gives us displays
of a wanted awhile.
Maybe that of snow
on a sunshiny day,
or maybe just a scene
in a magical way.
A place called peace
in a mere photograph
brings back a time
of peace in the past.
The moment it came
it’s scene may of been
but only a view
that did then begin.
A passing moment
that life gave to you
as each now and then
brought a new view.
You might not of seen
the time in true light,
for life moved along
to yet another sight.
God given beauty
with a heavenly scent
textured of love
to a joyous extent.
Moments remembered
that give us release
found in a blessing
a place called peace.

©By Bill Pearce
Mar 22, 2019

Awakening Views

Morning awakens
with clouds in the sky
forming mere moments
that time can’t deny.
The view is so scenic
it becomes as the day
as it’s awakening
in a wondrous display.
The sky seems to swirl
of a carmelish grin
a time up in the sky
created by the wind.
It seems to be mixing
a story up to tell
and pouring it around
in a wondrous detail.
You might see it
as it’s changing phase
awakening views
that God gave to gaze.
Living as an entity
a story to unfold
a scene like a dream
for us to behold.
It’s just but a moment
a timeless perception
a view up above that
needs no correction.
It’s a moment in time
of magical hues
displayed in a day of
awakening views.

©By Bill Pearce
Mar 23, 2019

Yesterdays Skies

Winter is a memory
a day that we recall
a time and a place
that’s soon after fall.
Winter brings sights
of snow laden hills
and Christmastimes
a moment fulfills.
Seeing the snowflakes
falling so sweet
creates a great view
of ice cream to eat.
Making snow goodies
morsels of love
from all the snow
that fell from above.
The yesterdays skies
are a timeless scene
the greatest of all
an essence of dream.
I still remember
the songs that played
Christmassy tunes
like life’s lemonade.
Making much better
from all of the wrong
life seemed to smile in
each Christmas song.
Those days still live on
deep within my eyes
often in my dreams
of yesterdays skies.

©By Bill Pearce
Mar 23, 2019

From The Stars

We might not see
the who and where
that times display
that lives compare.
We might not know
the truth of then
that from the stars
life entered in.
We might conclude
that certain scenes
are but only
someone’s dreams,
but rest assured
that time will show
the truth of life
and how we grow.
For as perspective’s
found in sight
we might see
the truth in flight.
So many questions
and so many views
have only become
our daily news.
Yet as the planets
Venus and Mars
we may find friends
then from the stars.

©By Bill Pearce
Mar 23, 2019

Sentimental Path

Beyond our views
of yesterday
we might see
another way.
An olden time
of long ago
a home that stood
that did not grow.
It might be seen
within some trees
a time and place
of memories.
A time when life
was not so wild
a moment’s time
that life compiled.
Seeming so strange
to you and I
a life and times
that just went by.
It left within it
a certain gaze
a different view
of another phase.
A timeless scene
that went too fast
that now is just
a sentimental path.

©By Bill Pearce
Mar 23, 2019

Within God’s World

In search of time
and life to see
God gives a world
for you and me.
So many blessings
become as a loss
as ones look away
and far across.
Within God’s world
and our designs
we need to seek
the best of times.
The times of hopeful
the times of prayer
to show the needy
that we care.
Within a moment
our lives move on
creating a path
to another dawn.
Let your heartbeat
to find what’s true
the good that’s there
found deep in you.
A peaceful meadow
can surely thrive
within your heart
to keep you alive.
Let your blessings
to be unfurled
with your actions
within God’s world.

©By Bill Pearce
Mar 23, 2019

Haiku
for Mar 23, 2019

Amidst a journey
our pathways might become lost,
but God guides us back.

Walking in roses
you might just find many thorns
hidden deep within.

In fields of choices
there are grasses to choose from,
but some might be weeds.

Predominant task
will often become boring
so change it a bit.

Sleeping on the job
will find you without a job
so pay attention.

Today’s tomorrow
might look much better to have,
but it needs some help.

Various moments
become our lifestyles to live
so be real careful.

Above and beyond
what we find in a turnstile
might be just a dream.

As a flower grows
it becomes beauty of life
within its own way.

Sought after wantings
can become poison of life
if we seek too much.

As doors will open
they give chance for good and bad,
take care to enter.

Winter to springtime
gives a connection to life
that helps each other.

Dreaming of springtime
in the essence of winter
creates a mind’s thaw.

Leaning on others
needs you to be there also
for them to lean on.

Time in a bottle
as a ship within some glass
can suffocate now.

The baggage we hold
and carry throughout our lives
might prevent our growth.

Counting the minutes
can make time seem to slow down
so just move along.

Wasting a moment
not doing what that you should
might find much regret.

A forest of leaves
becomes a jungle of life
held on by the trees.

When breathing too hard
you might find yourself empty
so seek peace and breathe.

An opened window
can allow things to enter
so don’t be stupid.

Within here and now
holds a sight of then and there
that might just fit in.

©By Bill Pearce
Mar 23, 2019

The Only Thing

Posted in Greetings, Poems on March 17, 2019 by Bill Pearce

ANIMAL’S GREETINGS

Hello my friends

It looks like springtime is awakening
as the weather is warming up a bit with
every day that passes. 🙂 It’s times like
this that I am very glad that we live on
high ground. Yep, even the snow seems
to be melting at of course a slow rate 🙂
We’ve still got many feet of snow and
when it does start melting faster, that
is when the people in low lying areas
will be getting hit with floods as they do
every year. It makes you wonder why
they don’t move huh LOL. Of course
I’m sure that there are many that are
saying the same about us huh hehehe.
The fact is, that we actually love the
seasons up here and yes we love the
snow. Yes, it presents a few problems
time to time, but for the most part it
creates beauty that is otherwise just
a broken down home or a landscape
with no special appeal. The trees all
become alive even the ones that have
lost their leaves. They glisten in the
sunlight as stars. So, you can see
why we love where we live. We are
not threatened with hurricanes and
tornadoes near as much as those of
you down south. It does cost quite
a bit to survive through the winters
with the price of heating oil and all,
but even still, we do survive and we
find the joy in life. LOL though as
both Judy and I are retired, we do
tend to get on each others nerves
time to time, but we work through
it and find the good in life. Judy
just got up and walked in and is
now in here with me and the boys.
In a little bit I’ll fix her and I some
breakfast. Biscuits with syrup and
sausages. Life in the fast lane LOL.
I hope my mom is feeling better
today. She’s been a little ill and
all, but she said yesterday that she
is feeling a little better. I love you
mom. I’ll check up on you maybe
tomorrow or the next day 🙂 Judy
and I are always thinking of you.
We’re hoping to come for a visit
sometime in the future, but we
cannot designate a time. Maybe
even one day you and Peggy can
make it back up for a visit. So,
on with the journal LOL. The
weather as I said before is getting
warmer every day. Though at
this moment it’s 26 F degrees 🙂
Yes that is a warming compared
to what it has been hehehe. We
did though have a few days last
week in the 40’s, but it looks as
though they have passed. They
will return in a few days or so, says
my weather program 🙂 I know
I will be ready for spring/summer
aside from the bugs that seem to
come alive and irritate us LOL.
We don’t have the hot summers
as you do down south, but we
do have a few weeks in the 90’s
and that’s when I am happy to
have our portable air conditioner.
Yep, I couldn’t make it without
it. I am extremely hot natured 🙂
So, Judy and I just finished our
breakfast and I even washed the
dishes and all. Now back to the
journal. It looks as though today
will not get any warmer than 26 🙂
Our landlord told me yesterday
that he’s going to fix our poor old
mailbox today. LOL the snow was
the only thing holding it up and
that was at a horrendous tilt due
to the county snow plows Hahaha.
Yep, it’s leaning to the left quite
a bit. The only thing holding it up
now is a board that was put there
to try to withstand the snow as
the plows passed by LOL, But it
looks as though it was unable to
hold it upright hehehe. Calvin also
said he would try to see if the ice
and snow was loose enough on top
of our leaking porch roof that he
could shovel it off and repair the
leaks. He said if it wasn’t, then
maybe Monday 🙂 Anyways, it
will be fixed. Right now though it
is leaking rather badly. Judy put
a bucket out there so to catch the
worst of the water leaking hehehe.
We’ve had to empty it a few times.
As soon as the leak is fixed we can
work on drying the carpet hehehe.
God has been good to us. He is
always with us watching over us as
sending His many angels to give us
assistance when we are in need 🙂
Thank You God. Now I believe
it’s time for me to begin my search
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 and so
it’s away I go, to that place of my
recollection that I seem to always
call RECOLLECT VILLE. Hmm
well it seems I may of found a good
title just about a 4th of the way back
in my rambling and after checking
I see that it has not been used as of
yet, so used it shall be. Here goes…

The Only Thing

As troubles come
and time preceeds
we might only
see the weeds.
Our sight might be
a blinded view
of times and places
that are true.
The only thing
we need to know
is God is there
to help us grow.
We might feel lost
as time goes by,
but He is there
to help us try.
So don’t give up
when life gets bad.
Find the blessings
that you’ve had,
then be thankful
in great degrees
if the only thing
is your memories.

©By Bill Pearce
Mar 17, 2019

Well there ya go. I hope you liked
the poem. I also hope you enjoyed
all of my rambling. Yes I do tend to
drift from topic to topic, but that is
what’s called rambling hehehe and I
do ramble LOL. So, I wonder if I’ve
forgotten to tell you anything? Nope
I can’t think of anything important
to tell you other than what I tell you
every week and that is, I wrote some
more poems and haiku. Yeppers, 10
more poems but no Christmas related.
I did though write 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 reckon
it’s time for me to begin my search
for that hardly elusive off switch,
but not before I wish you a happy
Saint Patty’s day and a week filled
with many blessings 🙂 Remember,
Jesus loves you and we do too….
Now, where can that silly freaking
off switch be hinding this time???
Hmm, well it seems that I can see
a bit of movement behind my spare
computer glasses. Yep, I see ya.
The glasses case rocking was what
that gave you away hahahahahaha.
Gotcha, see ya CLICK zzzzzzzzz.

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

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

Reflections of Peace

Views of life
in seasons gain
are the reflections
that will remain.
Time is a shadow
reflected of source
scented of seconds
time runs its course.
Reflections of peace
of a day gone by
displays a journey
of a summer sky.
Blue within water
reflected to see
becomes as a story
that God gave free.
Words as a novel
are yet very true
spoken as teardrops
of minutes to view.
Seasons of passion
and seasons of style
become as a moment
a window to smile.
Open your eyes now
and find the release
of a view of time
reflections of peace.

©By Bill Pearce
Mar 12, 2019

Springtime Begins

Searching passed winter
and seeking for spring
you might uncover
a magical scene.
A scene that of white
within a distant view
and sky that awakens
with hazy shade of blue.
Life is but a flavor
of aromas and sights
scented of springtime
as it then ignites.
Exploding into pictures
of melting snow
becoming as a doorway
of a springtime show.
Life is as a pageant
of a moment’s allure
when springtime begins
as a life’s connoisseur.
A sweet tasty treat
for our eyes to see
becoming refreshments
for you and for me.
Time then announces
its minutes to pass
as sprintime begins
in a moment so vast.
The grasses awaken
as wintertime ends
like opening windows
as springtime begins.

©By Bill Pearce
Mar 12, 2019

Parade of Seasons

Pictures like paintings
seasons displayed
time’s like a porthole
that then seems to fade.
Becoming as grandeur
that lifetime’s emit
a parade of seasons
that you’ll never forget.
Often the landscapes
become works of art
painted within seasons
from ending to start.
All of the changes
are sweet sips of wine
a parade of seasons
with a timeless mind.
Many might see it
as a moments romance
and others might see it
as a season of dance.
The parade of seasons
begins with its flow
sometimes as glimmers
as white fallen snow.
Yet often it’s flowers
to show their desire
painting up the stage
for ones to admire.
The stage is of artwork
that moments combine
as a parade of seasons
an awesome design.

©By Bill Pearce
Mar 12, 2019

Lost in Reflections

A stage full of actors
presented as a theme
life begins a journey
of a memoirs requiem.
Reflections of the past
and days we recall
might just fade away
within a timeless wall.
Life is often sentenced
to a time and a place
a moment remembered
of a certain embrace.
Lost in reflections
a moment may reside
holding onto moments
that shadows coincide.
Tempered that of time
which just faded away
leaving a mere threshold
as reflections of a day.
We all have moments
we never want to lose
that give us no choice
or essence to choose.
Look for the times
the best of your days
and hold them tightly
to look back and gaze.
Find the moments
the best of them all
lost in reflections
that need to stand tall.

©By Bill Pearce
Mar 13, 2019

Breeze of Life

Calming waters
fill a view
winds of time
in thereunto.
Kept with peace
a timeless day
a breeze of life
blows its way.
Now imagine
in your mind
a breeze of life
of time to time.
See the waters
flowing true
a scene so sweet
for you to view.
Now look deeper
into the sight
and find within
what you delight.
Look for joyful
look for peace
and then find
a minds release.
Allow the time
to end your strife
with the scene
a breeze of life.

©By Bill Pearce
Mar 13, 2019

Distant Storms

When looking deep
into the way
you might discover
a distant day.
A time that becomes
a living stage
as life moves on
from age to age.
Those distant storms
of memories
become as living
raging seas.
Those times of life
we valued most
turned into
a nightmares ghost.
You can change
your mindset skies
and view them with
some clearer eyes.
Look for peaceful
look for style
in distant storms
and find a smile.
Those distant storms
might fade away
to show the sun
a wondrous way.
Maybe a rainbow
that lives within
can help your day
to again begin.
Displaying changes
within your views
of clouds above
a choice to choose.
The greys of then
may then transform
to brighter days
in distant storms.

©By Bill Pearce
Mar 14, 2019

Ripples of Gold

Just like a river
a wanted array
ripples can carry
our dreams away.
Becoming stardust
a reflected source
life seems golden
a river of force.
Choices gathered
as ripples release
becoming scenic
a blessing of peace.
Scented of Heaven
a ripple may seem
life is an artist
a river of dream.
Seek for the gold
in ripples you find
and let them flow
inside your mind.
Then as the river
begins to speak
you may encounter
what all you seek.
It may of changed,
but best to behold
as it turns stardust
to ripples of gold.

©By Bill Pearce
Mar 14, 2019

Tranquil Designs

Ones own perception
can create a view
a time or a place
that isn’t really true.
You can make sadness
to become much less
if you let good times
to live with excess.
Enjoy all the moments
that lifetimes expose
especially the ones
as a blossoming rose.
Look for the waters
that ripple and pour
and then awaken
a tranquil allure.
Find in the moments
a time so complete
a time you remember
none could compete.
Think of a day
that became so alive
a moment in time
you need to revive.
Look for the magical
scenic details
times you remember
with ripples as trails.
Maybe in a pond
that life intertwines
a magical scene
of tranquil designs.

©By Bill Pearce
Mar 15, 2019

Summer’s Muse

Blades of grass
and other things
create life as
summer scenes.
Seen to play
as dogs may run
life and times
a summer sun.
These are things
we might not view
that come to life
as times so true.
The days ahead
might display
a summer scene
of wondrous way.
Trees so green
that seem to shine
as living life
with more to find.
You might notice
a scenic trail
a path laid out
in strange detail.
It might be where
two dogs have run
a moment passed
in summer’s sun.
It paints a picture
so great to see
a time and place
in history.
A moment’s life
that came in sync
with your view
a thought to think.
It may of been
a choice to choose
a scene so sweet
as summer’s muse.

©By Bill Pearce
Mar 15, 2019

Life’s Blowing Snow

Strong winds blowing
as winter transcends
creating the stories
of snow in the winds.
Becoming as paintings
as a living display
the snow is blowing
far across the way.
This is a memory
of life’s wintertime
blustery moments
that seem to unwind.
Winter is an artist
that creates its views
some seeming timeless
as lifetimes infuse.
Minutes procuring
are seasons romance
as the snow continues
to put on a dance.
The wind is its helper
it blows it around
creating many stages
all over the ground.
Even some houses
and trees thereunto
are painted as visions
strong winds that blew.
So when you see it
enjoy the great show
wintertime’s artwork
life’s blowing snow.

©By Bill Pearce
Mar 16, 2019

Haiku
for Mar 16, 2019

Sought for memories
might be hard to remember,
so allow them time.

A snowflakes journey
begins with the decisions
of wintertime’s quest.

Flowers of springtime
have many dreams blossoming
even in winter.

Fields of illusions
can create some memories
that are just our dreams.

Shouting at someone
does not always make them hear,
for they might be deaf.

In search of the truth
you might find many liars
that lie to themselves.

Beyond a skyline
there might be a storm coming
that you cannot see.

Figurative speech
can lose ones in the moment,
and leave them confused.

Challenging lifestyles
is often as dynamite,
if you do not know.

Modern types of life
might have a few bugs in it,
for it’s still in trial.

Yesterday’s meanings
in today and tomorrow
may not coincide.

A shower of rain
provides water for the earth
and all that will grow.

Turning on your friends
when they truly need you most,
might leave you friendless.

Windy winter days
display many emotions
that might just confuse.

Changing directions
does not always fix a life,
but it can help it.

The want of moments
can become confused as needs
lost in perspective.

Sometimes values
are often as bitter sweet
with sunshine and rain.

Losing a loved one
can leave you feeling empty,
but true love lives on.

Times we remember
can become the very best
as we forget things.

Patterns of a cloud
become artwork of the sky
with their own choices.

Various turnstiles
open and close when they wish
and not just for you.

Misleading people
can backfire and mislead you
as time goes its way.

©By Bill Pearce
Mar 16, 2019

Tiny Horses

Posted in Greetings, Poems on March 10, 2019 by Bill Pearce

ANIMAL’S GREETINGS

Hello my friends

I hope you’re staying warm or cool as
the case may be for you LOL. We’re
doing well. It’s snowing again right now.
Yep, expecting around 8 inches, but it
shouldn’t be too bad. The temperature
up this ways is warming up a bit. Yep,
it looks like we might see an early spring
after all. LOL OK maybe not so early,
but it is warming up a bit. Of course
warming doesn’t mean that it won’t be
cold and freezing at times hehehe, but
yes it is getting warmer, at times. It’s
26 F degrees right now and that’s the
high for today. It’s not supposed to be
but about 25 F for the low tonight 🙂
That’s warm for up here. It’s supposed
to snow all night tonight though hehehe.
Judy and I just got back from town a
little while ago and it was snowing quite
a bit. When we left the house the roads
had no snow on them, but when we
were headed home, they were covered.
We had a couple of things we needed
from Walmart and then we headed off
to Subway and got us a couple of sub
sandwiches 🙂 So, neither of us has to
cook tonight LOL. I bought another
bottle of anti gel fluid for our oil tank,
being this month I bought 147 gallons
of the cheap stuff that tends to gel up
and not flow when temps get near 0 F
and it got below that last night and the
furnaces wouldn’t work. I turned up
our small radiator heaters to keep us
from freezing until morning when the
temperature warmed a bit and then I
reset the furnace and got it ignited 🙂
The furnace literally shut down on us
Thursday night at midnight and so I
called our landlord and he came and
tried to get it going, but he couldn’t
figure it out so he called a guy and he
came and worked on it and got it fixed.
So, we should be OK now for a few
more years, hopefully LOL. We had
to make a trip into town yesterday due
to Judy’s cell phone having problems.
Monday we did grocery shopping and
of course forgot a few things hehehe.
When we got back home I took my
tripod and camera outside and took
a few pictures of Judy and I while it
was snowing. LOL we’ve been to town
3 times this passed week. I make use
of it by taking pictures while Judy
drives 🙂 So you see, we’re not that
exciting hehehe. Benny and Rocky
have been enjoying the snow. LOL
our driveway looks like a war zone
with poops everywhere. I have to go
out time to time and shovel them up.
Though we are very happy that they
do their business outside and not in
here 🙂 It took us a while to get that
through Rocky’s head, but he now
will do everything he can to get the
point across that he has to go out
and do his business, but he prefers
it when Benny goes with him hehehe.
If Benny doesn’t go with him, he
goes out quickly and is back at the
door barking in no time saying that
he’s done LOL. Hehehe They’re like
Mutt and Jeff. Our little home has
an abundance of life within it with
the sound of tiny horses galloping
through it with Benny and Rocky
running side by side to get back in
here with us. They’re sleeping side
by side right now as they most often
do. Yeppers they love each other
and we can most surely tell that
they love us 🙂 God has blessed our
home greatly. We have all that we
need and we have each other. Yes,
we have a few problems from time to
time, but that’s part of life. It’s
the struggles that make us stronger.
Thank You Lord for all that You
do for us and all that You allow us
to learn. Now I believe it’s time for
me to look back over 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 lil
place of my recollection that I like
to call RECOLLECT VILLE. Hmm,
it looks as though I may of found
me a fairly decent title just about a
4th of a way back in my rambling.
So now after checking I see that it
has not been used as of yet, so used
it shall be today. Here goes…

Tiny Horses

Life of a moment
life of a year
footsteps continuing
what that we hear.
Our dogs galloping
running around
all through our house
and out on the ground.
Little tiny horses
are so they may seem
galloping daily
as a fun little dream.
They find the joy
in a moment or so
found while galloping
then to and fro.
God gave these moments
to us prayerfully
the sights and sounds
to be what they’ll be.
Often as barking
like a dog doorbell
or to in their way
have stories to tell.
These little blessings
are a great gift of life
that in a way then
help end our strife.
Thank You Lord Jesus
and Lord God above
for filling our home with
oh so much love.
For as troubles come
in often strong forces
we are with laughter
sounds of tiny horses.

©By Bill Pearce
Mar 10, 2019

LOL I hope you liked my poem. Hey
that’s what my old mind came up with
when I saw that title. Yes I know it’s
a little silly. Anyways, I hope that
you enjoyed my rambling even if you
didn’t care too much for the poem 🙂
I just now put the TV program that
we watch each week (God Friended
Me) on record, because it looks like
I won’t be done with this by 8 PM 🙂
It’s 7:52 PM right now LOL. So is
there anything that I have forgotten
to tell you, I’m asking myself hehehe?
Nope, nothing other than what I tell
you every week and that is, I wrote
some more poems and haiku. Yep,
10 more poems and 2 of them are
Christmas poems 🙂 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 silly hardly elusive off
switch, but not before I wish you a
most blessed and wonderful week.
Remember, Jesus loves you and we
do too. OK, so where can that lil
ornery off switch be trying to hide
this time???? LOL I see ya you lil
whippersnapper. Trying to hunker
down in my miniature rock collection
on the top tier of my desk hehehe.
Next time maybe find someplace to
hide that isn’t smaller than you LOL.
Gotcha, see ya CLICK zzzzzzzzzzz.

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

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

Remembering Memories

The past has a way
of reflecting in today
and in our tomorrows
of a timeless display.
Life is just a dream
or at times so it seems
as the echoes of then
are as living streams.
Flowing that of times
as memorized rhymes
lifetimes remembered
in awesome designs.
We often look back
and see but only black,
yet maybe find a way
to get back on track.
For as that of scenes
we find as our dreams
the past fades away
to our future routines.
Leaving then as seas
so timeless as the trees
as magical moments
remembering memories.

©By Bill Pearce
Mar 6, 2019

Hands of Time

Christmas snow
as a distant day
becomes as a view
in an awesome way.
Such as a dream
a scene of white
a Christmassy day
so many delight.
The hands of time
become so alive
giving that of life
for time to survive.
It might be early
as November snow
as the hands of time
see the season grow.
Then as December
comes into view
the hands of time
tick on thereunto.
Presenting a page
from a photograph
a scene as a dream
of yesterdays past.
The days of bliss
are centered around
those memories
of sight and sound.
It might be a story
it might be a book
a page from a scene
a time you mistook.
A Christmas carol
you sung by the fire
that’s now the past
and found as desire.
We might remember
an awesome design
a living memory
of the hands of time.

©By Bill Pearce
Mar 6, 2019

Clockwork Dreams

Beneath the sky
of a cloudy day
time ticks onwards
shades of gray.
A clock of style
ticks on with time
as our dreams
create a design.
A design of life,
a design of age
clockwork dreams
a moment’s stage.
Just like a book
with pages marked
dog-eared scenes
of times embarked.
Beneath the sky
there is a chance
of life and love
with true romance.
Lose your doubts
and lose your fear
of moving ahead
to another year.
Clockwork dreams
can come alive
with the scenes
that jump and jive.
Let life grow
and flourish true
a brand new life,
a brand new you.
Look on beyond
the cloudy skies
and find the sun
within your eyes.
A life of peaceful
wondrous things
found in life as
clockwork dreams.

©By Bill Pearce
Mar 7, 2019

Life of Eve

Waves of lifestyles
come ashore
kinds of minds
of an ocean floor.
Thought is gathered
within the waves
as life of eve
shows other days.
Time’s a pageant
flourishing styles
as evening comes
and life compiles.
Building an essence
of certain seas
with waves of life
not so at ease.
Yet as a picture
you can remember
a life of eve
is a burning ember.
A time of life
with magical views
upon a beach
of choice to choose.
We each have waves
that days explore
and land in times
upon our shore.
The waves of life
your eyes perceive
might hide true love
in life of eve.

©By Bill Pearce
Mar 7, 2019

Seamless Signs

Times we’ve seen
and wondered why
might be dreams
up in the sky.
Times unfolding
wondrous shows
such as clouds and
some rainbows.
Seamless signs
or so it seems
signs of times
appearing dreams.
Life’s a doorway
then and there
that might seem
to go no where.
Seams of timeless
bizarre connections
seamless signs
with lost directions.
A rainbow sky
might hold in place
some clouds above
with a stormy face.
Look on beyond
the view of then
and let your life
to again begin.
Search for dreams
up in the sky
as clouds drift on
that seem to fly.
See the beauty
and find release,
stories unfolding
drops of peace.
Find the rainbows
of wondrous times
connected smiles
of seamless signs.

©By Bill Pearce
Mar 8, 2019

Scented of Autumn

Time full of colors
life is at hand
pictures united
sights oh so grand.
Scented aromas
autumn prevails
lifetimes displaying
seasonal tales.
Time is a journey
a pathway of style
found in perspective
a moment a while.
Ones can envision
a scented array
autumn transpires
with a colorful way.
Daylight becoming
a season’s details
leaves of all colors
autumn prevails.
So many moments
brought to the eyes
scented of autumn
and cloudy skies.
It creates journeys
with photographs
as ones snap many
of future and past.
It’s all remembered
and not forgotten
as leaves of color
scented of autumn.

So Sad

Times of sadness
and times so blue
bring alive moments
within me and you.
A scene so distant
yet seeming so near
might hold within it
a time less of cheer.
A time of sadness
that lives in today
as a scene or a thing
within a weird way.
Search for blessings
and search for peace
throughout sadness
for a little release.
You might discover
what’s thought so sad
was such a blessing
a moment you had.
So often time frames
will come and go
leaving perspective
as a high or low.
Life is a window
that we look through
and some are clearer
sometimes to view.
For as a moment
passes us by
we might feel sadness
and begin to cry.
Yet all the moments
that made us so sad
can be the blessings
for all that we had.
Leaving then a smile
in place of the past
a time when so sad
was shadows so vast.

Unborn Poems

Found as a mirror
a reflection of words
a poem is a story
as a flock of birds.
Fluttering so softly
or thrusting to fly
the unborn poems
seek to tell us why.
Answers in rhythms
or just but a view
as but a story
either false or true.
The poem may begin
as a lightning storm
a time or a place
that’s yet to be born.
It might be a face
ones see in a mirror
a smile to compile
to see a little clearer.
For as a writer
begins with his style
the unborn poems
may display a smile.

The Optimist

Negative insight
brings into view
what that so many
can’t ever do,
but an optimistic
looks for a way
things they’re able
to do day to day.
Wanting to change
within yourself
needs rearranging
of your shelf.
For as a snail
looks on by and by
it sees a way
to be a butterfly.
Look for chances
and ways to change
from what you are
for better to gain.
Find you a way
to add to your list
a better profile
like the optimist.

Surprises Within

Snow laden hills
with life to shine
has surprises within
of their own design.
Christmassy scenes
on a tree one day
displays the season
in its own little way.
Surprises within
as a little memory
found as a blessing
a moment to see.
Elegant snowflakes
become a memoir
written by many of
times near and far.
I see the scenery
and dream of a view
a time I remember
a Christmassy hue.
Thinking of a time
loved ones of bliss
surprises within
and a seasonal kiss.
That of a moment
as snowflakes begin
I find the blessings
as surprises within.

Haiku
for Mar 9, 2019

Time is a comic
as it gives many laughter
as ones will forget.

Searching for the stars
on a dark cloudy evening
will be waste of time.

Opening turnstiles
without knowing what’s inside
could lead to trouble.

Life as a flower
is planted as a seedling
and needs love to grow.

Sunshine of winter
might not feel so very warm,
but it does its job.

In moments that pass
there are portions that remain
to add to today.

Time within a field
of oceans of emotion
becomes just a thought.

The links of a chain
are the same as our journeys
one link at a time.

Wintertime’s snowmen
will be puddles of water
as springtime makes way.

Heaven holds a place
for many to dream about
and others to go.

Found in the shadows
are the things that many do
that moments record.

Tying up loose ends
could prevent you from growing,
so learn from mistakes.

A sky full of stars
unleashes its memories
for our eyes to see.

Beyond and within
are the things we might not see
due to cloudy minds.

Changing who you are
needs you to know who you are
and then seek better.

Moving too quickly
can cause you many mistakes
that could be deadly.

The life of a star
begins and ends with more life
as it changes phase.

Pages of a book
hold many different views
of how ones perceive.

An ant carries on
and never gets discouraged,
so be like an ant.

Charting to pathways
in a world of illusion
you might find despair.

Believe in yourself
as you do the best you can
and let growth begin.

Need is confusing
when want becomes what we need
in bad perspective.

The Future

Posted in Greetings, Poems on March 3, 2019 by Bill Pearce

ANIMAL’S GREETINGS

Hello my friends

It’s been a warm passed few days hehehe.
OK, maybe not warm to you, but it has
been in the lower 30’s and today’s high is
supposed to be 33 F degrees which it is at
this very moment (2:30 PM) 🙂 I’m fixing
Judy and I some brunch. Some biscuits
eggs and sausage with butter and black
berry jam in the biscuits. I might have
fixed too much food, but we don’t have
to eat it all. I’ve already put four of the
biscuits in a Tupperware for tomorrow 🙂
We’re going to Walmart after we’re done
eating. We need a few things and Judy
needs to pick up a prescription. Doing it
today being beginning about midnight
tonight it’s supposed to start snowing
again and it’s supposed to snow all day
tomorrow (Monday), but we have to
wait till tomorrow being the pharmacy
closes at 4 PM and it’s 3 PM right now.
So hopefully it won’t be snowing too
bad tomorrow, but if it is, we can do
it Tuesday LOL. She has enough meds
to last till then 🙂 LOL wouldn’t be the
first time we’ve driven in the snow for
sure hehehe. I stopped writing for a bit
so that Judy and I could watch a few
interesting Youtube videos. Now, back
to writing. Well it’s 5:30 now and the
temperature has dropped a little. It’s
now 29 F degrees 🙂 and according to
my computer weather radar, it should
begin snowing around midnight and
continue into tomorrow night. It’s no
problem for us. I’ve got a delivery of
heating oil coming early Tuesday and
it should carry us through the rest if
winter and even give us some heating
oil for the beginning of next winter 🙂
Our landlord sent a guy yesterday to
shovel the snow off of our roof. Now
we’re ready for more snow. Our roof
was getting quite an abundance of snow
on it hehehe. Another 8 or 10 inches
might of been too much LOL. Oh yea,
here’s a little info on my poetry pictures.
I’ve finished with the 160 that I need
for book 10 and now I am just waiting
till I feel up to doing the formatting and
cover pictures. No hurry LOL. It’s not
like my books are selling like hotcakes,
because they’re not. Maybe one day
in the future when I’m dead and gone
they’ll become a large sale and give my
loving wife some money to live on 🙂
Until then, I’ll just continue writing
and publishing a book ever so often
of some form :). Though I think I’ll
stop with volume 10 and begin using
all of my Christmas poetry pictures
in a couple of books and then all of
the ones I did using Judy’s paintings
in a couple more. Then maybe if I’m
still alive LOL I’ll begin again with the
others and do a volume 11. I’m not
in any hurry 🙂 Well it’s 6 PM now
and I’m going to try and get this done
so that Judy and I can watch one of
our TV programs in a couple of hours
called God Friended Me. It comes on
at 8 PM. God has been with us as we
have incurred good and bad of life
and He has given us strength to make
it and the tools to use. We feel very
blessed as each day comes to pass.
Thank You Lord for watching over
us and protecting us. I would not
want to go through life without You.
Now I do believe it’s time 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 lil
place of my recollection that I always
like to call RECOLLECT VILLE 🙂
I believe I may have found a fairly
decent title just about half way back
in my rambling and I see now that
it has not been used as of yet, so it
shall be used to day. Here goes…

The Future

Now is but a moment
that the future cannot see
for often we’re misjudging
what can come to be.
The future is a doorway
that we can often change
if we don’t allow ones
to deathly rearrange.
For so many journey’s
are carried and misled
done then without thinking
stupidity at the head.
Look now at the past
and see what is to learn
stages of destruction
that might need be burned.
Don’t allow the future
to repeat the wrong of time.
Seek the best of lessons
our future needs to find.
Let God give you guidance
as life shows then and there
for within our future
we need a little prayer.

I hope you liked the poem and you
got something good out of it. I also
hope you enjoyed my rambling and I
didn’t bore you too awful much LOL.
There’s not much else to tell you other
than what I tell you every week and
that is, I wrote some more poems and
haiku. Yeppers, 10 more poems and
4 of them are sort of Christmassy 🙂
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 ornery
hardly elusive off switch 🙂 but not
before I wish you a safe and blessings
filled week. Remember, Jesus loves
you and we do too. Ok now, where
is that silly off switch trying to hide
this week? Hmm, once again I see
movement where there should not
be any LOL. Hey if you’re going to
hide behind my flashlight, stay still
and don’t play with it turning it on
and off. That only draws my sight
in that direction hehehe. Try harder.
Gotcha, see ya CLICK zzzzzzzzzzz.

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

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

Ocean of Mind

Sentimental times
of an ocean of style
can produce moments
found with a smile.
As a sea of conjecture
with dreams come true
a beach with footsteps
can be great to view.
Within but a blessing
lives chance to believe
in an ocean of mind
for ones to perceive.
Heavenly moments
as waves come ashore
might have footprints
where ones did explore.
Look for the blessings
and look for the phase
in an ocean of mind
with better displays.
Don’t let the sadness
of a wave to destroy
the light of your life
with tears of joy.
Search for your soul
in the sands of time
and let God bless you
in an ocean of mind.

Through The Way

Senseless doorways
bring in view
patterns shaking
thereunto.
Time’s a keeper
holding tight
words we’re saying
day and night.
Like a train track
laid to ride
voices gather
that can’t hide.
Through the way
can become
the sound of life
as a beating drum.
Allow the truth
of life and times
to live within your
moments minds.
Seek for journeys
better still
a train of lifestyles
to fulfill.
Don’t let your life
to get off track,
but if you do then
find ways back.
God can hear us
when we pray
for guidance daily
through the way.

Clouds Will Form

As life proceeds
its daily quest
clouds will form
to create a test.
Time will change
day meets night
scenes become
a daily sight.
Lasting pictures
will be formed
within struggles
times adorned.
You might not
the same as me
see the clouds
paint history.
As life proceeds
timeless scenes
become views of
cloudy dreams.
Clouds will form
no matter what
in all you lost
or all you’ve got.
For as the clouds
drift and sway
they will form
another day.
Giving receiving
proof of time
clouds will form
within our mind.

Preparing For Life

The snow of times
builds a way
a scene we see
from day to day.
We need to prepare
and move along
preparing for life
of right and wrong.
We might not see
the snow to build
and then be caught
with more to yield.
The days may be
bright and true,
but can get ahead
of me and you.
Prepare for things
you cannot see
or maybe the things
as white as can be.
Don’t let a moment
to wear you down.
Find the strength
to get around.
Look on beyond
the now and then
and use life’s tools
to again begin.
For then so often
life cuts like a knife
so continue daily
preparing for life.

Evening’s Sky

A holiday’s hue
a season’s sight
an evening’s sky
from day to night.
It grows beyond
the sight we see
an evening’s sky
so Christmassy.
It brings in view
the light of day
as it slowly
fades away.
The evening’s sky
of Christmastime
displays a sight
for us to find.
It dances sweet
as a perfect dream
the evening’s sky
a rushing stream.
Across the way
it falls from view
an evening’s sky
a shade of blue.
The colors unfold
to synchronize
a Christmas view
for our two eyes.
So take the sight
and let it fly
within your dreams
an evening’s sky.

Splenderful

Sought for a moment
Christmas divine
splenderful scenery
falls on the mind.
Things we remember
timeless so true
splenderful moments
that live in you.
You might envision
snowflakes of white
floating so gracefully
oh what a sight.
Splenderful scenery
that seconds display
can become timeless
in their on little way.
Christmas of then
that you did enjoy
back in the days
of a little girl or boy.
You might remember
a house on a hill
with Christmas snow
that did so fulfill.
A time long ago
Christmas of Yule
found as a blessing
that’s so splenderful.

Fluff of White

With light of life
in scenic sight
time beholds a
fluff of white.
Within a view
of life and times
the fluff of white
then intertwines.
Pictures flourish
snapping frames
the fluff of white
a time attains.
One with camera
standing tall
to take pictures
one and all.
Each snowflake
that fell that day
landed softly
a wondrous way.
Joy is coming
Christmas bliss
the fluff of white
is on the list.
With a heartbeat
gathered true
the fluff of white
is clear to view.
Snow from Heaven
such a sight
a Christmas scene
a fluff of white.

Forever Memories

Children playing
in the snow
the time of year
a day of old.
Remembered now
as times reflections
timeless scenes
within connections.
Forever bliss
the children play
within my mind
from day to day.
Snowflakes falling
winter’s white
I can remember
a time’s delight.
Laughing playing
children seen
forever memories
like a dream.
Those blessed days
of then and gone
live within me
like a song.
Just like a stage
of sudden seas
children within
forever memories.

Pond Of Reflections

Found as a ripple
timeless conclusions
life might uncover
a ton of illusions.
A pond with glimmer
a pond with style
might for a moment
give you a smile.
It may be reflections
of another day
a time you remember
a wonderful way.
Blessings of arrival
in a scenic sequence
a pond of a moment
shows your intents.
Take care with actions
for ripples may be
the things that many
might only ever see.
The yesterdays life
your ripples show
might be the things
ones now don’t know.
Changes from ripples
of yesterdays waves
may now be different
in how it displays.
So look beyond then
see the corrections
found in a lifetime
a pond of reflections.

Distant Minds

Belief in a snowflake
a field might grow
becoming so distantly
moments to sow.
Planted as seedlings
thoughts are alive
waiting for memories
to then so arrive.
Distantly seeming
a time might display,
yet be a moment
that’s nearer today.
A Christmassy scene
a dream of skies
scented of snowflakes
life of surprise.
Christmastimes magic
performing a style
essence of living
times to compile.
It’s like pure Heaven
a time to be seen
textured with blessings
poured as a dream.
So many memories
begin in a way
as that of blossoms
of snowflakes array.
Don’t forget people
the wonderful times
smiles of a moment
within distant minds.

Haiku
for Mar 2, 2019

Life is like flowers
blooming into existence
waiting to wither.

Searching for life signs
can be a an endless task
walking through a morgue.

Length of perspective
is often that of patience
and how much you have.

Time is like snowflakes
created for a moment
and then something else.

Wisdom of a fly
somehow knows a fly swatter
and what it will do.

A sky full of clouds
might only be for decor
that God has given us.

A field full of grass
can hide many weeds within
seeming as flowers.

Found in reflections
are the things that they came from
and truth in detail.

Truth wins over lies,
for in the end the truth lives
and uncovers lies.

Meaningless chatter
becomes an ocean talking
that no one will hear.

Daisies of summer
display white of pure passion
and sunlight within.

Trivial problems
can become mountainous scenes
if we lose focus.

Within many weeds
there may be a blade of grass
that’s trying to live.

Barriers we’ve built
might become as hindrances
preventing a smile.

The color of skin
does not make us who we are,
it’s what that’s inside.

Pointing at people
and accusing them blindly
can fall back on you.

Winter to springtime
there’s a journey that must flow
to bring forth flowers.

In midst of a storm
you might not see the answers,
but they are around.

Doubt is a killer,
for it loses track of truth
and what that is real.

Right beside a dream
there might be a small river
pouring in a prayer.

Now is just a time
that in time will surely pass
leaving chances.

The glimmer of life
is a reflection of time
seen in each other.

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