Seasons of Change

Posted in Greetings, Poems on April 28, 2019 by Bill Pearce

Animal’s Greetings

Hello my friends

I hope your life is doing well. We’re doing
fair to middling. Yeppers, and it looks as
if winter has finally released control of the
weather LOL. Spring has finally sprung 🙂
All of the snow is almost gone. There are
still a few places where the sun don’t shine
that snow is still straggling, but for the
most part, it is almost all gone. We have
even seen a few spots of green grass here
and there. Of course, it’s still coolish 🙂
This weeks highs range from the upper
40’s to the mid 50’s with still a few nights
in the freezing range such as the 20’s, but
for the most part spring is here. We are
ready for it. I love snow, but there is
such a thing as too much of a good thing.
So what else is going on around this place?
Well Judy and I have been just enjoying
the changes of the seasons and the seasons
of change. Yep, we’re looking forwards to
being able to sit on the front porch and
enjoy a summer breeze. We take life in
the slow lane. LOL when we got back
from town the other day, the boys got
out of the car and went looking for snow.
Benny literally loves the snow. Though
he also loves to run in the field and that’s
where him and Rocky headed. We had
to stop them, because we don’t allow
them to go out there without us. Judy
and I will be taking them on some field
trips as soon as the field dries up a bit.
It’s a tad muddy at the moment, but we
figure maybe in a week or so if not a bit
sooner. It will give us some much needed
exercise as well as the boys. Tomorrow
we might finish trimming Rocky. Judy
began cutting his hair last week while I
was writing, but she had to stop because
Rocky is not an easy haircut customer 🙂
Benny on the other hand is fairly good
about getting his hair cut of course up
until you start messing with his front
paws LOL. He does not like us to mess
with his front paws, but between Judy
and I we’re able to get them trimmed 🙂
Rocky’s hair is full of snags that will
have to be combed and cut out before
we ever begin using the electric shears.
We’ll get it done. The groomer that we
had used a couple of times cut back on
the amount of dogs they would do and
ours were ones that got let go. It’s OK.
We bought some good dog shears a while
back to do the work. It’s cloudy today,
but the sun is still shining bright. It’s
nice to be able to look outside without
sunshades and not go snow blind hehehe.
Right now at 5 PM it’s 43 F degrees and
it looks as though that’ll be the high for
today. There’s not been much going on
around the Pearce’s Place, but we do
enjoy that sometimes LOL. Sometimes
nothing is better than something hehehe.
Yeppers, it’s been quite peaceful here
at the homestead. I fixed Judy and I
some biscuits and gravy with an egg and
some sausage for breakfast today. The
boys got what we couldn’t eat and boy
were they happy 🙂 Anyways, it looks
as though God is still watching over us
as also many angels look after us and
protect us. Thank You God for all that
You do and all that You have done. We
are most grateful. So, it looks like it
is time for me to begin looking back on
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 lil
place of my recollection that I always
call RECOLLECT VILLE. I think I
may of found a decent title just a few
lines down from the beginning of my
rambling and now after checking it
looks as though it has not been used
yet, so used it shall be. Here goes…

Seasons of Change

Life as a journal
is written in time
page after pages
of change of design.
Seasons begin then
and then they go
changing the views
from rain to snow.
Visualized themes
as dreams desires
become the essence
that timeless aspires.
Many look away
and never ever see
seasons of change
a flower or tree.
We plant emotions
as seeds on a hill
hoping they one day
will surely fulfill.
Bringing teardrops
and smiles to shore
singing of seasons
of times evermore.
Leaving confusion
as a withered detail
seasons of change is
as moments exhale.
Yet as the weather
begins to explain
God gives the answers
in seasons of change.

©By Bill Pearce
Apr 28, 2019

There ya go. I hope you liked the poem
and maybe even my rambling 🙂 I’m not
sure if my poem will make any sense to
anybody but me hehehe, but I hope you
got something out of it. It’s 6 PM now
and it’s still 43 F degrees LOL. Not much
change huh. So, I guess that’s about all
I have for you aside from what I tell you
every week and that is, I wrote some more
poems and haiku. 10 more poems and
22 more haiku for all of the haiku lovers
out there. I hope you 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 truly blessings filled week.
Remember, Jesus loves you and we do
too. Now, where can that ornery off
switch be trying to hide this week?????
Hmm, I’ve been looking around the
room and on my second pass I think
I may have seen some movement from
within my bag of greeting cards. Yep
you peeked when you should’ve stayed
hidden. It doesn’t take much for that
bag to move and you did just enough 🙂
Gotcha, see ya CLICK zzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

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

P.S A link to our brand new books
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Pearce’s Poetry Pictures 2,
Pearce’s Poetry Pictures 3,
Pearce’s Poetry Pictures 4,
Pearce’s Poetry Pictures 5,
Pearce’s Poetry Pictures 6,
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Pearce’s Poetry Pictures 8
Pearce’s Poetry Pictures 9
and
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is at the end of the journal along
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Now it’s on with the poems and haiku
10 and 22 hehehehehehehehehehe 🙂

Stills of Life

Sometimes life
can become a glimpse
a time so refined
as a scene past tense.
Then was in motion
but became as a still
a picture remembered
that again never will.
Stills of a venture
of thens said and done
as a time on your mind
of a bright shining sun.
It doesn’t really matter
how hard that you try
for the stills of life
will just fly right on by.
Leaving then in place
as but only memories
scenes that of lifetimes
summertime’s breeze.
Highlighted in hues
of a moment of style
as a day you remember
with just but a smile.
A time maybe fishing
or just floating about
in a lake or an ocean
in ways and out.
Life can bring echoes
of a time and a place
as the stills of life
that pictures retrace.

©By Bill Pearce
Apr 22, 2019

Poetic Memories

Thrills of a wording
our poetic thoughts
become as a doorway
to moments embossed.
Brought to attention
as a memorized verse
time’s of the essence
we cannot rehearse.
Memories recorded
on blank states of mind
that have within them
a place and a time.
Becoming as poetry
with rhythms complete
timeless so timeless
as a person’s heartbeat.
Looking and dreaming
of a time or a place
a page might display
a poem to embrace.
As that of a wording
of a lifestyle of song
found as our reflections
right unto wrong.
Our poetic memories
can become as a dance
the minutes remembered
as life’s own romance.
So take heed the moments
and hold them like wine
as poetic memories
of a special design.

©By Bill Pearce
Apr 22, 2019

Gliding Over Life

Skimming over water
as a ship without a sail
many will just move on
in a spastic times detail.
Leaving many ripples
within their days desires
while gliding over life
and creating many fires.
An ocean type of mind
might be deep within
holding on to memories
timeless days back when.
The scenes might involve
a certain type of style
that’s gliding over life
to give a time a smile.
There might be discord,
there might be confusion
within all the many waves
of a timeless illusion.
For many things we see
might be only dreams
found within the heart
of many wanted scenes.
The scenes might awaken
what time’s well hidden
leaving it as a dream
that time has forbidden.
So take a firm grasp
on the best you can find
while gliding over life
and find peace of mind.

©By Bill Pearce
Apr 23, 2019

Thoughts of Spring

Thinking of flowers
that blossom so fine
brings into view then
a magical time.
A springtime journey
of a springtime stage
thoughts come alive
with a turn of a page.
Becoming as artwork
that might reappear
winter to springtime
with year after year.
Thoughts of a dream
a true burning ember
of flowers blooming
of which I remember.
Colorful moments
become as a sign
found as a dreamland
that lives in my mind.
It is but a story
that’s written in hue
timeless perceptions
beneath a sky of blue.
The ages of changes
that minutes become
thrive as the stories
that breezes will hum.
Maybe even creating
a song which to sing
this what’s recalled as
my thoughts of spring.

©By Bill Pearce
Apr 23, 2019

Dream Within Dreams

Sights of emotion
come as a glance
timeless persuasions
that seconds enhance.
A dream within dreams
of a succulent place
can be the flavors
of a magical taste.
Some scenes come alive
as a dream of style
painted with reality
that moments compile.
A dream within dreams
of a scene of a day
can create artwork
in a wonderful way.
So many brushstrokes
of a day’s desire
can enlighten lifetimes
of a moment’s entire.
Life begins breathing
as a breath of fresh air
a dream within dreams
with God’s love and care.
So let your heart breathe
of a lifetimes array
a dream within dreams
of a wonderful day.

©By Bill Pearce
Apr 24, 2019

Green and Blue

A field of longevity
pours out like gold
scenes we remember
of stories ones told.
Blue skies above you
and hills that display
the greatest of colors
a dreamer’s array.
With green and blue
added to the sights
time begins moving
daylight to nights.
A clock on the wall
might just enhance
the green and blue
of a song and dance.
Doing the two step
as life moves on
as green and blue
sings us its song.
Bringing us patterns
of daylight supreme
life as a blessing
found as a dream.
A God given day
that began as a vibe
a distinct emotion
that lives deep inside.
Growing like oceans
of waves so divine
grasses and blue sky
thrive in the mind.
So many viewpoints
then quickly arrive
heavenly blessings
that begin to thrive.
Found as a picture
you carry with you
sights you remember
a time green and blue.

©By Bill Pearce
Apr 25, 2019

Melting Snow

Winter’s end
comes with a flow
season’s journey
with melting snow.
Rivers running
so fast and true
are the essence
of waters blue.
Melting snow
creates a theme
some as a river
some as a stream.
Winter welcomes
spring’s displays
warming weather
nights and days.
Yet the whiteness
of snow appears
found as memoirs
of winter’s tears.
Becoming scenes
of thereunto
seeming timeless
within view.
The days display
the new days sun
found as spring
is surely sprung.
Time is counted
within flow
springtime comes
with melting snow.

©By Bill Pearce
Apr 25, 2019

Time Continues

Now becomes memories
as then recognizes
time continues onwards
while life then revises.
The larger and smaller
of versions of time
become as doorways
to a distant design.
Things we may of seen
of an earlier view
might just fall away
from old to anew.
The lifespan of moments
might just fade away
leaving you a memory
of one distant day.
Life has a time frame
that comes and goes
as seconds tick onwards
to give us some shows.
Leaving many scenes
as a withering style
lasting for a moment
or for a long while.
Those God given scenes
that our eyes perceive
become as the blessings
for life to achieve.
Maybe through a photo
of some distant news
life brings us smiles
as our time continues.

©By Bill Pearce
Apr 25, 2019

Majestic

Timeless is artwork
green grass and hills
God gives the beauty
a lifetime fulfills.
Counted as a dream
so many will find
the majestic artwork
of a glorious time.
With distant meadows
in subsequent views
time comes to life
when moments infuse.
Bringing about signs
of a new day’s dawn
found so majestic
it goes on and on.
Seeming as endless
of a timeless array
God gives us windows
as day unto day.
Some might be open
life slipping through
and others still closed
just to give us a view.
Those majestic times
that might be as doors
some which to open
to give us new shores.
Then many others
might be closed tight
and not then to enter
for timing’s not right.
The seasons of change
might be on display
while God’s preparing
such a wonderful way.
A life full of hope
and pleasurable scenes
as majestic moments
God’s power convenes.

©By Bill Pearce
Apr 26, 2019

Living With Life

Often our wantings
are not good to see
as they become ripples
that ones don’t agree.
Often what’s wanted
becomes as a glance
as a place and a time
of a sinful romance.
Look for the reasons
and look for the signs
what that you shouldn’t
with time after times.
The past is a teacher
as a lake full of trials
timeless perspectives
of our frowns and smiles.
Allow God’s blessings
to become clear to view
while living with life
in the things you do.
We’re but only ripples
with where’s and why’s
found within a picture
of some cloudy skies.
Learn from the past
of the good and bad
and then look forward
and learn to be glad.
For as we journey
with our good and strife
we can find peaceful
while living with life.

©By Bill Pearce
Apr 26, 2019

Haiku
for Apr 27, 2019

Life is but dreamland
that often becomes nightmares
as we each wake up.

Looking through windows
you might see yourself wanting
what you do not know.

Various lifestyles
are as flowers in gardens
trying to look good.

Brought by illusions
our views might be deception
that cannot breathe truth.

Beyond what is real
holds our imagination
created by dreams.

Shadows of a day
can become living moments
in our memories.

Some doorknobs on life
might turn free to let you in,
but not let you out.

Searching distant fields
you might discover some scenes
that you never saw.

Wasting a moment
and only dreaming of life
might find much regret.

The length of a time
might seem longer later on
as we remember.

Trials by fire
are often the best teachers
that we remember.

Angels from Heaven
might be friends that we can’t see
or ones that we can.

Going in circles
many continue their lives
living in nightmares.

A short train of thought
is that of a breath of air
that quickly leaves you.

Because of a lie
some fail to trust anyone
and never find truth.

With blinding lightning
comes the roar of true thunder
in a moment’s life.

Train tracks of memoirs
become as locomotives
chugging through heartache.

Slain by memories
that become today’s burdens
can drown out all hope.

Change is needed
when we meet a wrongful path
that sours our thoughts.

Believing in God
does not mean that you are saved,
for Satan knows Him.

Our baggage of life
can turn into a truckload
if we don’t let go.

As life meets demise
a new life then is begun
as spirits live on.

©By Bill Pearce
Apr 27, 2019

Carefully

Posted in Greetings, Poems on April 21, 2019 by Bill Pearce

ANIMAL’S GREETINGS

Hello my friends

Happy Easter to you one and all. I was
going to go with Judy to celebrate Easter
with her family, but I’m not feeling well
and so I stayed home. I’ll be OK, it’s my
old health issues acting up as always. So
it’s on with the journal. It’s just me and
the boys here right now. I reckon Judy
will be home later this evening. It’s OK,
I might write some poems this evening or
something. Benny and Rocky are lying
in the floor beside me. Benny’s lying in
one of the doggy beds, but Rocky is just
lying on the floor. I’m thinking of maybe
making myself some egg sandwiches in a
little while. LOL Yep, my Easter dinner.
I checked the TV schedule and it doesn’t
look as though any of our favorite TV
programs are on today, so I don’t have
to do any recording for Judy. We’ve
got a peaceful week ahead of us, or at
least it looks that way. Right now it is
56 F degrees at 5:30 PM and it looks as
though it might rain all week. It’s rained
a bit today. It’s the way it is every year.
After it stops snowing it starts raining
which adds to the flood waters that are
already in process due to all the melting
snow. Thankfully we’re on high ground.
LOL though our yard does at this very
moment look like a pond. I remember
our neighbors kids from years back that
put their dads canoe in that area about
this time of the year and they paddled
back and forth across the pond LOL.
We’ve still got quite a few patches of
snow here and there with quite a few
nights in the forecast with 30 F degree
temperatures 🙂 but the days all look to
be above freezing, so that should help
the snow to finally melt along with all
of the rains. It sure is quiet in here 🙂
The boys are usually irritating Judy to
give them a treat, LOL but they know
better than to do that with me hehehe.
I give them their morning special and
then a couple of treats through out
the day when they come inside from
going potty. Otherwise, if they are
hungry, they have dried dog food in
a pan in the floor. There are times
when in special moments I’ll give em
a lil extra treat 🙂 We love our little
boys and know that they cannot tell
portions LOL. When Judy is in here
and they start pestering her, she’ll
reach down to the pan of dried dog
food and take out a few to give them
as a treat by hand. They love it LOL.
Yep, they ain’t the brightest, but we
love our little boys. So, what else is
there to tell ya? Judy and I watched
a couple of movies that we bought a
while back. We watched Bumblebee
Friday night and Deadpool last night.
We enjoyed them both. We’re gonna
try and watch a few more movies in
the next few days that we’ve put off
watching for a long while. It’s nice
having a wife that enjoys much of the
same things as me. We do have our
differences as do we all, but that’s
life. Even identical and mirror twins
have differences. The outside might
look similar, but it’s how we think
that presents the many changes as
well as the little differences that ones
might overlook if they’re not looking
closely. I thank God that we’re all of
a different pattern, for if we looked
and acted the same as everyone else,
then this world would become rather
boring and there would be no growth,
We grow through our many different
ways of living and doing things. We
each have our own methods and ways
of how we see things and do things.
So, the next time you see someone
that you don’t like, take a look at
yourself and see what makes you to
judge them. Often it is because we
may be looking at our own reflection
as we condemn others. That’s how
so many get caught in a web of their
own making. These little boys are
still asleep in the floor, but it seems
that Rocky decided to get up and go
and get in one of the doggy beds :),
so now they’re lying side by side in
their doggy beds. We’ve got 2 beds
in here and 2 beds in our bedroom,
so they have plenty of places to go
to bed if they’re sleepy. I hope Judy
comes home soon. It’s too quiet in
here 🙂 I hope she drives carefully,
because there’s supposed to be a
fog this evening due to the melting
snow. God, keep a look out for her
would You please. God has been so
good to us as we’ve encountered our
many struggles in life. He has given
help when He knew we needed it and
sent angels to watch over us and to
be our protectors. Thank You God
for all that You do and all that You
have done. Now I believe it’s time
for me to be reading back on 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
call RECOLLECT VILLE. I believe
I may of found a fairly decent title
just a few lines back and now after
checking I see that it has not been
uses yet, so used it shall be today 🙂
Here goes…

Carefully

Sailing through life
as a kite in the wind
time can be harmful
as problems transcend.
Take your life carefully
as a window and door
some to look through
and some to explore.
Life can give blessings
if the timing is right,
but become nightmares
within the wrong light.
Look for the right ways
and learn from the wrong
as you go carefully
where you belong.
Let God to guide you
with angels He’s sent
that might be friends
you can see to extent.
We might never know
why problems arise,
but learn in the future
of reasons and whys.
So take this moment
to allow God so true
to carefully so carefully
give blessings to you.

©By Bill Pearce
Apr 21, 2019

There ya go. I know it’s not an Easter
poem, but it’s what laid on my heart
to write. Most of the time I have not
a clue of where I’m going with a poem
until I finish 🙂 Anyways, I hope that
you enjoyed the poem and maybe even
my rambling LOL. Oh yea, before I
end this I need to tell you that I finally
got my book 10 published. The link to
it is with all of the others at the end of
the poems and haiku. So, that’s about
all I have for you, of course other than
what I tell you every week and that is,
I wrote some more poems and haiku.
Yep, 10 more poems with 2 Christmas
poems in the mix. I also wrote 22 more
haiku for all 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 Happy Easter and a truly
blessings filled week. Remember, Jesus
loves you and we do too. OK, so where
can that ornery off switch be trying to
hide this week LOL. It really sucks at
hiding ya know hehehe. Hey, if you’re
not gonna try to hide, I’m not gonna
try to find ya hehehe. I see ya you lil
whippersnapper. Ya picked an old
spot huh. It’s been a while since you
have hidden behind my little statuette
that our old neighbors gave me that
says, “I Think You’re Nice” hehehe.
Gotcha, see ya CLICK zzzzzzzzzzzzz.

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

Now it’s on with the poems and haiku
10+2 and 22 hehehehehehehehehehe 🙂

Cloudlike Windows

Living in the moment
our time might become
as the clouds in sky
with a seasonal hum.
Sounds of the wind
as it rushes through
to create a window
for us then to view.
As skylight formations
of a day come to pass
the windows up above
bring shadows to cast.
It may smell of winter
as you breathe a breath
as the cloudlike windows
might seem as to rest.
Looking like an ocean
of waves to roll in
the clouds in formation
will follow the wind,
Seeming as synchronized
the moments move on
leaving in the shadows
a wintertime song.
Sung as emotions
of timeless perceptions
cloudy but wonderful
scenic connections.
It can be heavenly
if you look to find
the cloudlike windows
of a wondrous design.

©By Bill Pearce
Apr 15, 2019

Looking Back

Prevalent decisions
times life recorded
perceptive instances
eyesight afforded.
It cost us nothing
to give life a smile
while looking back
on moments sundial.
Remembering scenes
that time took away,
but left in its place
a remembered array.
While looking back
on a time long ago
you might remember
a moment of woe.
Yet in the distance
within your memories
you might just find
the grasses and trees.
Then standing firmly
as a statute of time
you might remember
an awesome design.
Maybe of a moose
that life did unmask
a timeless perception
found from the past.
You might see him
a moose without rack
standing real near
and just looking back.

©By Bill Pearce
Apr 16, 2019

Peaceful Sights

Things that we see
as time opens doors
become as the views
our hindsight explores.
Maybe as a dream
or a life’s fantasy
those peaceful sights
of a time’s mystery.
Maybe some scented
as a blooming rose
peaceful transitions
that God did compose.
The scenes so sweet
that seem like gold
a time that reminds
of a hand to hold.
Those peaceful sights
of a distant hue
that are now memoirs
living in you.
Let them to breathe
a breath of today
living as moments
that time tucked away.
Don’t let sadness
to envelop your eyes
look for the beauty
in the clear blue skies.
Maybe even a scene
of the living past
that you can remember
of a shadow’s cast.

©By Bill Pearce
Apr 16, 2019

Time Passes

Living in a world
of a moment’s time
can become regretful
in all that we find.
Life becomes shadows
as the past moves on
as but a breath of
the then and gone.
Time passes quickly
or so it might seem
as all we remember
becomes as a dream.
Don’t waste moments
that God’s given you
look for the blessings
in life oh so true.
Don’t wait and lose
the chances in life
by allowing yourself
to fill up with strife.
Don’t let right now
to become as regret
a time of should of
a moment had met.
Time passes by us
sometimes very fast
times that we thought
would surely last.
Look for the beauty
in a fragrant rose
for time passes by us
with highs and lows.
Today is a blessing
and now is a way
to connect with ones
of a distant day.
For chances will come
and chances will go
as time passes by us
with love to bestow.

©By Bill Pearce
Apr 17, 2019

Inside of Winter

Links to a doorway
that opens real wide
are as the snowflakes
a wintertime ride.
Floating as a dream
from the sky to below
winter is a showcase
for Christmastime snow.
Deep inside of winter
is a developing sight
a time ones perceive
from day unto night.
The snow may envelop
every thing that’s seen
as it brings textures
as a white living dream.
Many never see it
and do not understand
the pleasures of times
you hold in your hand.
The snowflakes falling
from a cloudy sky
bringing forth moments
that the times apply.
Speaking that of snow
and a wondrous appeal
seasonal settings
that many never feel.
Some may not like it
and glad when it’s gone,
but I view the season
as a Christmastime song.
Blessings from Heaven
that are heard so divine
such as Let It Snow
sung at Christmastime.
Yes I feel so special
and see front and center
what that’s displaying
deep inside of winter.

©By Bill Pearce
Apr 17, 2019

Enchanted

Scenes we envision
times we perceive
springtime’s decision
a life which to weave.
The colors of flowers
with some as the sun
as life empowers
what’s said and done.
An enchanted moment
as a place so divine
a living atonement
soon after wintertime.
It brings forth scenes
as enchanted flavors
synchronized dreams
of springtime favors.
Life is but a doorway
to a distant place
a time before May
that so many embrace.
View in perspective
the scenes as they are
times so reflective
as a life’s shining star.
Allow for a lifetime
to become well to see
inside of your mind
a time given free.
A heartbeat of love
so firmly implanted
as a seed from above
that is so enchanted.

©By Bill Pearce
Apr 18, 2019

Country Dreams

Finding it as artwork
a field might become
a scene as a dream
beneath the bright sun.
Clouds encompassing
this dreamers delight
a time in the country
from day unto night.
Cattle seen grazing
in a field of green
create such a magical
countrified dream.
Life is so peaceful
as the minutes tick on
bringing the emotions
of an old country song.
Sung about the grasses
or old trucks that died
found as a memoir
that’s so countrified
Sweet county dreams
of segments in time
places you remember
that live in your mind.
Look now within you
and find that place
that timeless emotion
a smile on your face.
Let God to guide you
through many scenes
maybe of a blessing
within country dreams.

©By Bill Pearce
Apr 18, 2019

Field of Gold

Cloudy skies
a day and time
become a view
to then unwind.
A field of gold
that life displays
is spread so fine
for eyes to gaze.
Living as scenes
that come in view
pouring like gold
in life anew.
Then on beyond
the view you see
a time may show
some history.
A far away hill
as eyes look on
may show within
a moments pond.
Yet this moment
is blind to you
as it’s far away
you cannot view.
But amber waves
of grain appear
as a field of gold
that times endear.
A simple scene
comes to life
a place of peace
and less of strife.
It is a memory
that you recall
a photograph
a time of auld.
It is a photo
a sight to behold
a time and place
of a field of gold.

©By Bill Pearce
Apr 18, 2019

Season’s Memoir

Within a memory
holds such a scene
as a time to remind
of a special dream.
A dream of winter
and snow of white
deep within a season
that many delight.
A season’s memoir
of a day complete
filled with emotion
good enough to eat.
With winter scenes
created in snow
all of our memories
will start to grow.
A season’s memoir
of a wonderful place
that comes alive
as a smiling face.
This is Christmassy
this is what’s true
a season’s memoir
that can live in you.
It is but a moment
that can come alive
as a time you recall
of a Christmas drive.
A scene by the way
of a journey’s path
that comes alive
as shadows we cast.
A Christmas scene
of a wonderful hue
becomes a memoir
of a magical view.
It comes yet again
as a shining star
a place remembered
a season’s memoir.

©By Bill Pearce
Apr 19, 2019

Change of Life

Just but a glance
is all you need
to plant within you
a changeful seed.
A seed of love
and a seed of truth
a time of life
that’s in its youth.
A change of views
and change of sight
seeing more clearly
wrong from right.
Look on beyond
the dismal days
and find the colors
of brand new ways.
Find the beauty
and find the joy
with new perspective
that times employ.
Search for better
ways to conceive
the answers to life
for ones to perceive.
A change of life
needs many views
such as a choice
to not misuse.
The answer’s clear
what’s needed to do
a change of life
begins with you.

©By Bill Pearce
Apr 19, 2019

Haiku
for Apr 19, 2019

Challenges of life
are as moments surprises
of which we go through.

Now is just a word
that so many use as then
due to loss of time.

Timid persuasions
might not show their importance
so make meanings clear.

Many trials of life
are hidden within blessings
that we did not want.

Times lost illusions
can come back within our dreams
and become nightmares.

Life is confusion
for it has many turnstiles
that open and close.

When mentally drained
allow for waters of life
to pour in your soul.

Journeys through a field
can be a carnival ride
with things to stumble.

Leaves of summertime
become colors of autumn
as changes permit.

When wasting moments
you might discover regrets
that later appear.

Tomorrow’s today
might become a yesterday
that never happened.

Painstaking journeys
that we struggle thereunto
might just be wantings.

Dreamers of lifestyles
often look beyond their need
and spend way too much.

Choosing a flower
might find you searching through weeds
that look like flowers.

Believing in God
needs also a bit of faith
in all He will do.

Ranting over rivers
that are small and never change
is a waste of time.

When breaking the bank
you could find many regrets
for over spending.

Using someone’s heart
as a tool to move ahead
could be your downfall.

Yesterdays problems
can become today’s problems
if we never learn.

A door that’s open
allows good and bad inside,
so be on your guard.

Winter’s scenery
is often found as snowflakes
floating from the sky.

The sound of the wind
can give peace to a moment
as a breeze of life.

©By Bill Pearce
Apr 19, 2019

Washed Away

Posted in Greetings, Poems on April 14, 2019 by Bill Pearce

ANIMAL’S GREETINGS

Hello my friends

It’s been yet another week gone by but
now it’s beginning to look as though the
snow is finally going to be able to melt
and allow spring to enter LOL. Yeppers
the temperature is finally rising a little,
but thankfully not as much as it is in the
old Texas state that I am from 🙂 Right
now it’s 54 F degrees. I’ve got a few of
our windows opened letting some fresh
air in. We’ve still got a lot of snow on
the ground, but it’s melting and there
is no snow in the forecast for here so,
now to deal with the muddy trails that
are left behind. Yep, our driveway is
messy now. My shoes look like a mud
factory after I walked out to check the
mail the other day LOL. Judy just got
up and I put Benny and Rocky outside
just a little while ago so they could go
potty. Rocky’s barking saying that he’s
ready to come back in, but I’ll let Judy
let them in. Well, the boys are back in
the house and Judy is in here with me
now. It’s such a pretty day today. The
sun is shining, but there’s a few clouds
in the sky. It’s supposed to start raining
this evening around 8 PM. That ought
to wash some of the snow away hehehe.
In a moment I think I’m gonna have to
stop and make Judy and I something
to eat. Come to think of it, I might do
that right now :). I’ll be back. I’m back.
I fixed Judy and I some Eggo’s a sausage.
I made me a couple of eggs to go with
them being my cholesterol is always very
low as well as a few other things hehehe.
So back to writing. I have been thinking
about maybe this week getting to work
on my book cover and front and back
pages for my book 10 and then doing
a little formatting to get it published 🙂
I’ve put it off long enough LOL. I’ve
already written 71 more poetry pictures,
but not planning on doing a book 11
anytime soon. I am though planning on
doing a few other projects such as one
or 2 Christmas poetry picture books and
a couple of Paintings poetry picture books
using the poetry pictures that I did with
Judy’s paintings and drawings. So my
year is full of things to do hehehe. This
is something that I found I had a knack
for. I might then in later dates decide
to do a book 11, but it’s not going to
happen any time soon LOL. So, what
else is happening around here.   Well,
Judy and her sister Barbara went down
south to Bangor the other day to visit
their little brother Ricky. Ricky is not
doing well. He could use some prayers.
The poor guy has gone through so very
much and is still going through a lot.
Yesterday (Saturday) Judy went over
to her sister’s house for craft night but
I think they might of visited more than
doing crafts LOL. Judy came home
saying she didn’t get hers finished. It’ll
give her something to do when she has
nothing else to do 🙂 I’m sure she’ll get
it finished soon. It’s supposed to be a
tree of life dream catcher, but as of now
it has no life LOL. Oh yea, it still hurts
to look outside without sunshades being
there’s still a lot of snow out there. It
will soon be gone though thanks to a few
warmer days and some rain. I feel for
all of the people living in low lying areas.
Their gonna get washed away the same
as every year, which leads to questions
like, why don’t they just move LOL.
I guess they maybe can’t afford to, but
then can they afford to get flooded every
year?   The same as people living in that
old tornado alley. A tornado hitting my
house or pert near it would seem to me
as God saying it’s time to move or I’m
gonna do it for ya. Anyways, off of that
subject. The temperature is going down
now. It’s 51 F degrees, so time to start
shutting the windows. It’s supposed to
be around 38 F by morning and rain up
until around noon. I love to smell the
rain. I especially love to hear thunder.
It’s such a serenading sound and the
lightning is such a magical scene as it
lights up the sky. Of course our boys
don’t care for it much, but Judy and
I love it all. LOL except if the porch
is leaking, but it doesn’t seem to be
leaking now that the snow is gone and
our landlord did a little resealing on it.
In the next few weeks I’ll open up all of
the windows on the porch to let in some
fresh air. It’s screened in which will
keep most of the bugs out. I screened
it in shortly after Calvin attached it to
our house. Our mailbox still looks
like death warmed over, but it’s not
lying on the ground hehehe. It’s up
right as it should be. Maybe during
the summer, our landlord might give
our mailbox a make over 🙂   It could
use one LOL. God is still looking out
for us. We can feel His presence as
He watches over us as we can also feel
our many angels also watching over us.
Thank You God for all that You do
and all that You will do for us. We
always feel blessed. Now I believe it’s
time for me to take a little trip 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 new
poem. So, it’s away I go, to place
of my recollection that I always like
to call RECOLLECT VILLE. Hmm,
I think I may have found a decent
title about halfway back into all of
my rambling and now after checking
I see that it has not been used yet, so
used it shall be today. Here goes…

Washed Away

We’re as raindrops
from above
poured from Heaven
with God’s love.
Time’s a doorway
unleashing clouds
moments portions
that enshrouds.
Ones that passed
are still around
love and light
their spirit’s found.
Yet their bodies
are washed away
gone to Heaven
a spirited way.
Leaving memories
here and there
washed away,
but still in prayer.
Allow your senses
to understand
angels watching
hold our hand.
When our lifetime
comes to end
we’ll be washed away
to transcend.

©By Bill Pearce
Apr 14, 2019

There ya go. I hope ya liked the poem 🙂
I also hope you enjoyed my rambling and
it didn’t bore you too terribly. It’s cooling
down quickly. Now it’s 49 F degree at 6:41
in the afternoon. I think Judy’s gone to
the kitchen to find something to make us
for dinner this evening 🙂 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. Yep, 10 more poems
with 2 extras and 1 Christmas poem in the
mix. 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 start my
search for that hardly elusive off switch,
but not before I wish you a most joyous
and blessings filled week. Remember,
Jesus loves you and we do too. Oh yea,
Judy wasn’t in the kitchen, she was in
the bedroom going through her jewelry
box trying to find something to use to
finish her dream catcher :). Anyways,
it’s time to start looking around this
place to try and find that ornery off
switch. Hmm, I don’t think I have to
look much further, being I think I see
a bit of movement from behind my nose
spray bottle 🙂 LOL. You say you were
trying to stay still, but when ya leaned
up against it, it wobbled. I say that you
are just terrible at hiding Hahahahaha.
Gotcha, see ya CLICK zzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

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,
Pearce’s Poetry Pictures 3,
Pearce’s Poetry Pictures 4,
Pearce’s Poetry Pictures 5,
Pearce’s Poetry Pictures 6,
Pearce’s Poetry Pictures 7
Pearce’s Poetry Pictures 8
and
Pearce’s Poetry Pictures 9
is at the end of the journal along
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Now it’s on with the poems and haiku
10+2 and 22 hehehehehehehehehehe 🙂

Like A Waterfall

The illusions of life
can enhance our dreams
making them only
as rushing streams.
Then as if clockwork
the scenes will change
creating more illusions
that then might estrange.
Pouring like a waterfall
our rivers run wild
creating speculations
as illusions compiled.
Our life might encounter
a day and a week
that we can’t forget
as the future we seek.
The memories waterfall
continues to pour
bringing back flashbacks
of a timeless tour.
Let loose the baggage
that you went through
and find then the future
to live within you.
Begin with the changes
in how you perceive
and create a new you
a style which to weave.
Learned from the troubles
that once were so tall
now turned to lessons
pouring like a waterfall.

©By Bill Pearce
Apr 7, 2019

Ocean To The Right

Standing by the wayside
on a beach of yesterday
time begins its counting
the times now gone away.
Then is only memories
of a wonderful design
scented with the salt air
of an old frame of mind.
The ocean to the right
and beach side the other
leaves memories divided
that minutes can uncover.
Dreaming of the moments
that I shall not ever lose
as waves begin their path
of a oceanic groove.
Life is but a sea shell
that time is found within
coming to life as seconds
with the sound of the wind.
We all have special places
that live within our mind
maybe seeming timeless
in dreams then so defined.
The moment is a journey
a pathway to the stars
that is on the seashore
we’ve driven in our cars.
Watching every moment
to continue in a dream
the ocean to the right as
the other makes the scene.

©By Bill Pearce
Apr 8, 2019

Within a River

A River shows reflections
of its mind of times details
as scenes as cosmic dreams
of a lifetime without sails.
Found just floating freely
as reflections thereunto
found within a river
of a scene of waters blue.
Maybe with some ripples
that reflect within a time
a heart finds its conclusions
with peace then so defined.
Seeming as a heartbeat
that others left to breathe
you might then find another
as the same as you believe.
They may be only memoirs
of scenes of distant hues
textured in the waters
that a time did so infuse.
So if you happen past one
a river with words to say
then take the time to hear it
as reflections day to day.
You might find yourself
as within the way it flows
and then be more aware of
all that it does expose.
For time is as a moment
a taker and a giver
as ripples of a lifestyle
found within a river.

©By Bill Pearce
Apr 8, 2019

Watching it Flow

Mesmerizing segments
of our time’s destiny
become as a particular
lifetime’s memory.
The flow of an essence
that minutes procure
become as a scene
that waters might pour.
Flowing as a river
or a busy destination
time might become
as a life’s devastation.
Yet if you look closely
a blessing might begin
finding all the magic
in places you have been.
Watching even closer
you might then perceive
moments as if autumn
with colors of the leaves.
Scented deep within you
sights may then be seen
flows of rivers pouring
not unlike a dream.
Life can be real funny
as it throws us a surprise
flowing just like water
to pour into our eyes.
While watching it flow
you might find a while
as a time to conceive
and to take on a smile.

©By Bill Pearce
Apr 9, 2019

Blessings of Life

Seeking for another,
a person or thing
can become sadness
when just but a dream.
Seek for the blessings
of lifetimes to find
and then let them live
deep inside your mind.
Allow for the growth
of a heavenly heart
and lose all the hatred
that tears it apart.
The blessings of life
can begin with a glance
as a time and a place
of life’s song and dance.
Look beyond nowadays
and see what can be
as the blessings of life
can set your mind free.
A hillside of journeys
may await as you grow
as time goes its way
and blessings will flow.
Don’t let the sad times
to continue to thrive,
look for the good times
to then visualize.
Today is a new day
and tomorrow is too
that blessings of life
will gives us to view.

©By Bill Pearce
Apr 9, 2019

Watery Lullaby

Golden emotions
found within a pond
display the lullabies
of sweetness beyond.
Within a dreamer
the waters explode
displaying lullabies
moments bestowed.
Losing your reality
as a dream persists
in a watery lullaby
that you can’t resist.
Reality then melds
deep into a dream
becoming timeless
as a flowing stream.
Becoming peaceful
as times waters blue
and ducks within it
as a magical view.
The moment pertains
to a dreamers wake
creating the ripples
of which to partake.
Unleashing fathoms
of a peaceful sleep
deep in a dreamer
that waters may seep.
Pouring dreamworlds
into sleeping eyes
this is what’s known
as a watery lullaby.

©By Bill Pearce
Apr 10, 2019

Snow of Winter

Snow of winter
season’s time
becomes as our
moment’s mind.
Christmas dreams
of timeless tales
snow of winter
never fails.
It brings stories
then to read
of snow of winter
white as seed.
Planted as visions
within our sight
found as memories
day and night.
Snow of winter
is great to see
seasons greetings
a Christmas tree.
Life is a blessing
many forsake
as all the things
to give and take.
Snow of winter
a wondrous view
as Christmastime
for me and you.
Don’t let sadness
to cloud your days,
seek the blessings
through the greys.
Time is but only
a mere memory
as snow of winter
a sight to see.
Look for joyful
a wondrous art
in snow of winter
heart to heart.

©By Bill Pearce
Apr 11, 2019

Bales of Hay

Daily problems
in a field
bring to light
what is revealed.
Bales of hay
our many sights
as our problems
days and nights.
Counted as our
life’s desires
wantings start
so many fires.
Bales of hay
can be inflamed
burning with all
that’s attained.
Often gathered
as a score
times we want
a little more.
Seeking life
to be the best
while we’re doing
less and less.
Losing truthful
gaining lies
using daily
alibis.
Yet we struggle
truth or dare
life of times
a given flair.
Look and see
what all you need
and seek less of
wantings seed.
For our wants
of day to day
can become just
bales of hay.

©By Bill Pearce
Apr 12, 2019

Journey’s Stage

The pathes we strive
and seek to go
can often become
so filled with snow.
They might become
a failed attempt
a moment gained
that came and went.
You may just slide
into the side
a journey’s stage
a gruesome ride.
Yet if careful
and driving slow
you might not slide
within the snow.
Scenes we’ve seen
and hurried to
might of been
a wrongful view.
The journey’s stage
might of been
a learning lesson
to begin.
A time of life
which came around
that which found
we must slow down.
For as we find
each journey’s stage
we just might learn
from age to age.

©By Bill Pearce
Apr 12, 2019

Just The Sky

A breeze may blow
and clouds may fly
bringing questions
how and why.
Time might become
as a ocean cruise
sometimes found
a choice to choose.
We might even find
a moment’s display
that’s just the sky
in a different way.
The days will change
as life moves on
as the sky
moves dusk to dawn.
Lifetimes continue
sometimes a breeze
giving moments
as tides of seas.
Beyond perception
there might be ways
signs of life
in killer waves.
For even destruction
creates a path
many lessons
our shadows cast.
Yet many moments
may only be clouds
as just the sky
that time enshrouds.

©By Bill Pearce
Apr 12, 2019

Stranded Vessel

Life of leisure
can become
stranded ways
of said and done.
Losing sight
of all that’s good
a stranded vessel
made of wood.
You might see
a distant shore
that you wish
you could explore.
Just like a ship
a mast all torn
engine worn out
times forlorn.
Seek the wisdom
from the times
lessons learned
of others minds.
You may then be
anew in strength
the oceans shore a
different length.
A stranded vessel
you might see
as a memoir
of history.
Use that lesson
as a trestle
to not become a
stranded vessel.

©By Bill Pearce
Apr 13, 2019

Dreamer of Life

We’re the reflections
of a dreamers style
scented of lifetimes
a frown or a smile.
The watery existence
of a lifetimes allure
that often turns into
a dreamers sewer.
Let the waters flow
as pureness divine
within the dreams
of a better design.
The dreamers of life
can create or destroy,
for it’s as they dream
the ways they employ.
So dream of hopeful
and purest peace
with less of corruption
a moment’s release.
Look beyond today
and focus on life
and don’t allow others
to fill it with strife.
For time is ticking
and putting in place
choices and voices
that minutes enlace.
Become a helper of
this world we know
be a dreamer of life
and help it to grow.

©By Bill Pearce
Apr 13, 2019

Haiku
for Apr 13, 2019

Lost in illusions
right now might seem as hopeless,
so wake up and see.

A choice is a time
that comes and goes with seconds,
so use time wisely.

Various turnstiles
become as helpers of life
or its destruction.

A road we drive on
might acquire some holes in it
as moments wear thin.

Lessons from others
might have no use in our life,
for we are not them.

Seedlings of a weed
are as guarantees for life
and their existence.

Past tense perception
often leaves ones regretful
of what they have missed.

A rivers journey
is where the water may flow
in its desire.

The leaves of the trees
awaken after winter
and blossom with style.

Chance is a moment
that comes and goes as we breathe
that may just come once.

An ant carries on
even if there seems no hope,
for it will survive.

Becoming others
might lose who you’re meant to be,
so remember you.

Seeking for shadows
may only show emptiness
that is not alive.

Mourning over death
needs to be done as blessings
for the dead live on.

Shielded emotions
can become as dynamite
with none to defuse.

Blessings of a place
that gives you great memories
is a gift from God.

To have and to hold
does not mean of ownership,
but of true respect.

Patterns that we make
can become very boring,
so change is needed.

Always turning right
and never turning other
can create circles.

Glimmers of sunlight
gives hope for a brand new day
even through some clouds.

Beginnings of life
are as doorways that open
allowing a breath.

Tomorrow’s not here,
but today can give it hope
if we do our best.

Yet Another

Posted in Greetings, Poems on April 7, 2019 by Bill Pearce

ANIMAL’S GREETINGS

Hello my friends

I hope you’ve been doing well. Judy and
I are still among the living 🙂 This passed
week was a busy one. Tuesday we went to
Presque Isle for Judy’s appointment with
her doctor and while she was being taken
care of, I went walking taking pictures of
the ducks in the nearby pond. Judy is OK,
it was just a checkup. After that we decided
to stop at KFC and get us some Chicken to
have for dinner. I took tons of pictures as
always there and back LOL. Wednesday
it snowed quite a bit, but I had already
made an appointment to have 2 new tires
put on the front of our car, so Judy and
I headed to town with her driving no more
than 25 miles an hour LOL. It was a slow
pace, but better than having an accident.
So we’ve got new tires. The back tires are
still good. As usual I took pictures of our
drive to town and back hehehe. The snow
had let up a little as we headed back home,
so Judy was able to drive a little faster 🙂
Wednesday we took a drive to town to do
a little shopping and in the process, we
bought us a new mattress for our bed :).
Our old mattress was not doing so well
with springs popping up and hurting us.
It was used when we bought it and we
had it for about 3 or 4 years LOL. Hey,
ya do what ya gotta do. Anyways, this
time we’ve got a brand new mattress and
believe you me, it feels WONDERFUL 🙂
It’s a little thicker than the old one and
I thought our boys wouldn’t be able to
jump up and lie on it, but Rocky showed
us that he could and would LOL. That
ornery boy jumped up and began messing
up the bed that Judy and I had made up
just a few moments before hahaha. He’s
silly. Judy bought a water resistant cover
to put over the mattress just in case Rocky
does a naughty on it as he has been known
to do from time to time. Anyways, we had
to have the mattress delivered being that
our SUV is not large enough to carry it
in the back. A guy at the store that does
a few odd jobs for Marden’s said he would
deliver for gas money, but not until the
next day. He called at 9AM and delivered
it. We gave him 20 dollars for his trouble.
He even helped me carry it in and put it
on the bed. I went out the day before and
stood our mailbox back up and ducktaped
it with about 10 rounds of ducktape LOL,
then called our landlord and told him that
I wasn’t sure how long that would hold and
he came and nailed a lean-to on it hehehe.
It’s standing pretty good now, but then we
are expecting 6 to 10 inches of snow again
tomorrow (Monday) and the snowplows
might plow it under again LOL. That poor
mailbox looks like it’s been through war.
Oh well, spring might find its way through
the snowflakes to finally take hold hehehe.
To be honest, I am ready for the snow to
be gone. I love snow, but we’re on our
6th month of it and after about the fourth
month I’m usually ready for it to be gone.
Too much of anything can wear on ya LOL.
So that’s been pretty much our life for the
passed week. This Tuesday, Judy and her
sister Barbara are going to drive down to
Bangor for yet another of Judy’s doctor’s
appointments and while they’re down there
they’re going to visit with their little brother
Ricky that is in the nursing home. So, it
will be just me and the boys holding down
the fort LOL. I’m sure we’ll find something
to occupy our time 🙂 I’ll more than likely
do a lot of writing and they’ll spend their
time seeing if they can disturb me hahaha.
God has most surely blessed our home as
we can see the blessings everywhere that we
look. Yes, we have a few rocky roads of
life, but the rocky roads make the smooth
roads seem that much better. Thank You
God for all that You have done for us and
for all that You will do. Well, I believe it
is time for me to be looking back through
all that I’ve written here to see if I can find
a good word or phrase that I can use for
the title for today’s brand new poem. So,
it’s away I go, to that little place of my
recollection that I like to call RECOLLECT
VILLE. I think I may have found a decent
title about a 3rd of the way back in all of
my rambling and now after checking I see
that it has not been used as of yet, but used
it shall be today. Here goes…

Yet Another

Times and places
display different scenes
maybe of alikeness
but yet of other things.
Days are as numbers
as weeks multiply
changing perception
of all that’s gone by.
But yet another
of a mere mystery
can look almost like
something else you see.
Time is a player
that can mess with minds
bringing yet another
without warning signs.
Don’t let your ego
to deceive all you view,
for there’s yet another
that is just like you.
We all have limitations
of how and when ways
filled with yet another
of confusion arrays.
So let your eyesight
to be keen on your drive
as yet another day
finds you to strive.

There ya go, I hope you liked the poem 🙂
and maybe even understood it. I also hope
you enjoyed my rambling. Last week was 1
of our better weeks 🙂 We’re excited for the
weather to warm a little, but not too much.
🙂 My favorite temperature for spring and
summer is 65-75 F 🙂 That is perfect. Judy
and I have plans to go on some scenic drives
this summer, but that is still in the future.
I guess I’ve told you all that I have to say
other than of course what I tell you every
week and that is, I wrote some more poems
and haiku. Yep, 10 more poems, but no
extras or Christmas related. Maybe next
week. 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 of 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 ornery off switch be trying
to hide this week???? Hmm, is that piece
of paper alive? LOL nope, I see ya there
hiding under my sales receipt from the post
office LOL. Maybe if you’d learn to stay
still, I wouldn’t find you so quickly LOL.
Gotcha, see ya CLICK zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

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 🙂

Sticky Situations

Our time is a path
that hides many views
as scenes that we find
that much later infuse.
Those sticky situations
that we come upon
when right seems right,
but it might be wrong.
It’s learning the truth
the best that you can
before you leap in fire
from the frying pan.
Learn from memories
and others mistakes
the way to prevent
a life of earthquakes.
Though you’ll still find
a few times you regret
as seasons pass you by
as a life’s cigarette.
A few moments found
that smoked on by
leaving hazy memories
while wondering why.
Then the situations
that stuck you real bad
will become as lessons
from all that you had.
Those sticky situations
that came up so fast
might be the lessons
forgotten from the past.

Celestial Dream

In search of heartbeats
time might display
a moment created
in a dreamful array.
Chance makes the scene
as your dreams arrive
presenting a moment
that then comes alive.
A celestial dream
that looks like a view
of a lighthouse scene
that surely came true.
It shined as an echo
like a rhythm of time
a moment you dreamt
deep within your mind.
We all have our dreams
of what we wish for
as times and places
through another door.
Those magical moments
of which we envision
a dreamland journey
as a minds decision.
We might not perceive
as the way others do
the celestial dream that
lives in me and you.
Yet for a time frame
you might recall
a time in your dreams
that you began to fall.
Then as you awaken
you find a lighthouse
standing there awaiting
for you to arouse.
The stars passed you by
as a blurring scene
as you woke up from
your celestial dream.

The Quickening

Life’s a network
of times and thrills
seasons perceptions
of trees and hills.
Time becomes art
as life goes its way
as the quickening
of a brand new day.
Leaves may change
as green to brown
before they finally
fall to the ground.
Yet they continue
until they let go
with change of life
to cease to grow.
The season’s life is
just like a dream
the quickening of
a sudden scene.
Green of essence
might still display
with golden grasses
from day to day.
God given journeys
to now and then
quickening styles
that surely begin.
Displaying seasons
a wonderful hue
as the quickening
a time to come true.

Ripples in The Harbor

Endless is the motion
of the ocean thereunto
as it ripples always
within its waters blue.
Found within the harbor
where time is said to be
as ripples in the harbor
beside the deep blue sea.
It holds within its mind
a time that then repeats
as it ripples onwards
with its endless beats.
Like a great musician
it plays a song so well
ripples in the harbor
as stories ones can tell.
It’s as an orchestration
that sings into the days
as it ripples onwards
to mimic all the waves.
As an oceanic radio
with its wondrous tunes
seeming so hypnotic
morning to afternoon.
Then as evening comes
with every single star
the story will continue
from near and to afar.
Singing oh so sweetly
for you and I to hear
ripples in the harbor
of now and yesteryear.

Time Sits Still

When looking into
a passage of time
you might discover
an awesome design.
A created scene
from minutes flair
as time sits still
within a prayer.
Then looking deeper
you might be found
as seconds counted
as time goes around.
A God given day
a moment of rhyme
displayed so sweetly
to live in your mind.
You might find life
of a house of old
a timeless scene
that a moment told.
A God given blessing
that’s now the past
that still lives on
as a shadow’s cast.
It might be a dream
you dreamt one day
a blessed moment
a wonderful way.
A heavenly blessing
a place on a hill
sat with perspective
as time sits still.

Winter Gives Way

The snow is melting
as springtime begins
and winter gives way
to all that transcends.
It’s a seasonal story
that’s written in sight
painted by lord God
with truth to excite.
Each day’s a journal
that tells of the past
as winter gives way,
but yet not too fast.
The snow is melting
and fueling the seeds
of spring and summer
with all of their needs.
Watering doorways
as plants enter in
while winter gives way
for them to begin.
Life is a mystery
that lives and breathes
seasons of glory
as grasses and trees.
Flowers all blooming
of colors so sweet
with the aromas
their blossoms secrete.
Yet it might be hidden
within a display
until the snow melts
and winter gives way.

Enchantment

A magical spell
put onto our eyes
can often display
a wondrous surprise.
As a scene faraway
that time then begins
showing as lifestyles
deep within the winds.
Time’s enchantment
a moment’s force
created by dreams
to take on a course.
Seeming as fluid
times which to pour
as our emotions
take a magical tour.
Finding a breeze
and horses to gaze
within enchantment
wondrous displays.
Allow for your mind
to take in the view
and look on beyond
the deep sky of blue.
See what God’s given
as magical scenes
within enchantment
found in our dreams.
Scented as dewdrops
the stories will grow
and our enchantment
will then surely flow.

Almost Heaven

Swinging in a swing
that a moment provides
displays all the beauty
as a heavenly ride.
Smelling all the grasses
and the nearby flowers
brings Heaven closer
each moment empowers.
You might only see
the vaguest details
as oceans of lifetimes
hoist all their sails.
Swinging in the breeze
of a minute’s acclaim
might then become
the best to attain.
For as you’re swinging
with heavenly views
you might discover
a wonderful muse.
Such as a homestead
with trees stood before
within almost Heaven
as memories soar.
Each time you swing
the pages will turn
giving more scenes
for you to discern.
Finding then peaceful
seventy times seven
a life within a swing
that’s almost Heaven.

Dancing Clouds

Up above our heads
might be a sight
a momentous scene
as glimmers of light.
Clouds displaying
all of their moves
dancing around
in cloudlike shoes.
Tiptoeing lightly
far across the sky
seeking to become
a song of hifi.
Sung in the breeze
way up high above
dancing emotions
and filled with love.
They sing silently
as peaceful waves
until there’s a storm
in future displays.
The dancing clouds
of a time’s embrace
can enhance sight
as smiles on a face.
They might form
a moment to view
the dancing clouds
in a sky of blue.
They may even sing
a song of time
just dancing around
creating a rhyme.
Becoming a style
that’s all their own
that dancing clouds
have only known.
The sky might sway
or seem to move
with dancing clouds
of a daily groove.

The View Behind

A photograph
of love so true
displays a time
another view.
A distant scene
becomes alive
as minutes pass
and times arrive.
With ship at sail
across the way
and birds flying
from day to day,
your camera may
not clearly be
so focused on
the sight you see.
It might look on
beyond that view
making real clear
a sight for you.
Yet the person
within your frame
becomes as life
that times attain.
For as the scene
becomes the past
it also becomes
a thought to last.
A mere memory
of distant days
that now lives on
as just a phase.
A time of life
as just a breeze
where life is as
the distant seas.
Then that view
within your mind
is love in front of
the view behind.

Haiku
for Apr 6, 2019

Living in the past
might tarnish all the minutes
of future displays.

Chance is a time
that might come very quickly
and leave just as fast.

In love with yourself
will become bittersweet
as you find the truth.

Wanting of moments
can often become confused
with what that we need.

Leaves of autumn
become another chapter
as winter brings snow.

Shadows of ourselves
live within our emotions
and all that ones see.

Time is just a place
that becomes visible space
as seconds tick on.

Feelings of hatred
can poison your daily view
and cause you much pain.

Links to a flower
are that of a seasons quest
to become much more.

Timid as the fox
many give too much caution
and never step out.

Never is a word
that many use to often
when they don’t mean it.

Floating as a cloud
a mind can become a storm
just waiting to rain.

Sensing aromas
can leave you without true sight
as it’s forgotten.

The face of danger
has many different views
that some never see.

Various portions
of a moment’s perception
might just be a lie.

Some of our chapters
are as pages of a book
that some never read.

Beginnings will end
as life continues onwards
into the future.

Turmoil of a rose
is that without a raindrop
or sunshine to grow.

Treating ones badly
without knowing all they strive
can come back to haunt.

The texture of life
can be that of emotions
that feels like manure.

Counting the minutes
as a day passes you by
can leave you empty.

We are as journeys
with pathways to discover
that tell who we are.

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