"Salad Days"
My days, I find,
Are as full as I choose to make them now.
I may opt to spend the day
Watching the birds at play
In my wobbly old bird bath.
Or pass a smile
Watching the squirrels
Delighting over the treats
I’ve offered them in the ancient pecan tree.
Or trekking out to the back fence
To deliver some welcome indulgence
To the neighboring pups who beckon to me daily.
Some days I spend in indulgence.
Some I spend in chores to earn my keep.
Some I spend bonding in bed with my pups
To keep my heart in good working order.
I am the Queen of my realm.
I am the recipient of a life well earned.
I am one who is ever grateful to God
For the blessings that He has given to me
…..every day
………….for the rest of my life.
Jb pearce
1/6/2022
Categories:
pearce, age, appreciation, beauty, endurance,
Form: Free verse
The softness of your skin, your lips pressed against mine the touch of your finger tips caressing across my chest, ignites the fire of my Love. Your eyes Pearce through my soul capturing the true heart at my inner core. Never does my love waiver from your heart.
Categories:
pearce, love, romantic love,
Form: Free verse
“The Cost of Freedom”
A line has been drawn in the sand…..
Between the haves and the have nots.
What one has toiled
To enjoy the fruit of his labors -
Another now covets to own…
Without the sweat,
Without the years of effort,
Without the time expended
To realize their dreams.
The color of their faces, they say,
Must bend the favor to lean in their way.
No energy,
No lessons,
No experience
May tilt the Scales of Fairness,
They say.
Only wants,
And needs,
And force of Will
Should determine their share,
They say.
As they strive to zealously intimidate
Those who might stand in their way.
We are a nation built
On a system of Justice;
However, unfairly
It may swing occasionally in its wake.
A world order cannot survive
Without its caldron of conventions.
It cannot stand without its backbone
Melded into its strength of character.
Freedom, at any cost,
Is never free.
Someone always -
Must toil to pay the price
…..for the treasures we seek.
By: jb pearce
July 13, 2020
Categories:
pearce, freedom,
Form: Free verse
Life was not meant to be easy.
It is a test -
Of how we handle defeat;
Of how we survive heartbreak;
Of how we contribute to others;
Of how deeply we love;
Of how easily we forgive.
It is the answers we give
To the questions God asks of us -
Not by our words,
But by our deeds,
And our depth of forgiveness.
We are never without
That inner voice
God has buried within each of us -
That voice that murmurs
A “Yes” or a “No.”
How we respond -
Determines our fate…..
By jb pearce
6/6/20
Categories:
pearce, forgiveness, heaven, life, society,
Form: Free verse
We float along with the current
Taking some note of the surroundings
That lie just beyond the bank.
Sometimes, we navigate to that bank
And explore what lies just beyond.
Sometimes, what we find
Enriches our lives.
Sometimes, what we find
Is wrought with danger and disappointment.
Sometimes, we stay awhile
Absorbing what we find -
Enriching our minds
And opening our hearts
To untold new experiences.
Sometimes, our instincts
Warn us that we dare not linger
Because the unseen dangers
May leave scars that will never heal.
We learn from every exploration -
Sometimes good,
Sometimes bad,
But each venture out
Is a lesson we needed to learn.
The journey down this River of Life
Is long.
How we make it;
The lessons we learn;
The choices we make;
How long it takes;
Are based on our own free will.
Until ultimately,
We are destined to discover
Whether we might sink or swim
In that vast ocean of dreams.
Jb pearce
July 26, 2019
Categories:
pearce, heaven, life, river,
Form: Free verse
“What took you so long?” He asked.
“To question my universe?”
“To think that you might presume
To understand the intricacies
Of all that I have created
Throughout the eons of Time?”
“You were not meant to know –
Not all, not everything
That I am capable of
Creating,
Doing.”
“I am the Mathmetician.
The Creator of all life
Within your reach
And worlds far beyond.”
“You are merely a speck
In the cosmic dust of things
That I have given purpose,
Will,
And the heart
To decide
Your own fate.”
“It is not for you to know –
Not yet.
Not until I deem it so.
Not until
I open
The Gates
Of the Universe
To welcome
You Home.”
By: jan b. pearce
04/24/19
Categories:
pearce, god, heaven, space, spiritual,
Form: Free verse
“Sweet and Sour”
That’s what Love is…
Whether you are
A brother,
A sister,
A mother,
A father,
A lover,
Or a friend.
We cannot sustain
The relationship
Without both
The bitter and the sweet.
We languish
In the ecstasy
While it is ours,
But we deteriorate
Into nothingness
When it is taken from us.
We have not yet learned
To weigh the rewards
Of possessing it temporarily
Against the anguish
Of losing it
When it has gone.
We are selfish creatures
Doomed never to learn
The value of
Those treasures we have…
Jb pearce
1-9-18
Categories:
pearce, death, love, love hurts,
Form: Free verse
When I am gone,
Hold up your hands.
Close your eyes,
And remember me,
Remember us,
See us as children,
Together.
Learning from each other,
Laughing together,
Languishing in the love
That has brought us into this life…
Together.
And when you do,
You will feel me….
Through the warmth that fills your hands,
Through my life that courses through your body,
Through the memories of love that flash through your brain.
I have felt it.
You will, too.
You need only to open your heart
And extend
your hands out to me.
I will be waiting…..
Just to reach back
To you.
Bj pearce
11/28/18
Categories:
pearce, death, hope, love, missing
Form: Free verse
My grandmother’s hands
Were many things to me.
They were the glue
That held our family together
When anguish threatened
To rip us apart.
They were the tools
That lovingly prepared
Years of sumptuous
Thanksgiving and Christmas dinners.
They were the healing
That soothed and smoothed
Away the cuts and bruises of
Adolescent shenanigans.
They were the tireless bastions
That embraced and soothed us
When we were afraid.
They were the skillful teachers
Who showed us how
To hold our hands in thoughtful prayers.
They were the indefatigable nemises
That were never, too, tired
For one more game
Of late night Canasta.
They were the compassionate care
That pressed a cool, damp cloth
To my forehead when it raged with fever.
My grandmother –
She was many, many things to me,
But mostly, she was
The unselfish expression of Love.
By jb pearce
11/31/18
Categories:
pearce, grandmother, grandparents, love,
Form: Free verse
A WAlk In The Park
Can I tell you about a couple total strangers, I
Met them on a walk, only introduction wasn't made, however
We shared humid chill, comb gentle Autumn leaves cascading world
Wind, designing the earth. Beautiful dark brown. Touch of Pumpkin.
That's how their happiness arrested my interest, like a gust
of wind flowercent Rainbows. we sat on cold separate sculptures
I couldn't resist the heat; could cheat myself not to
sip tea of affectionate chemistry, radiation compelled attention.
their laughter exploded in a quiet hush, dispersing lustful micro
Atoms of halo above their crowns', as their eyes a
Dam that couldn't hold exploded in silent conversations. Watering solution
of love and youthful joy. Fell heavily on onlooking eyes,
Deep freckled smiles. and in that special moment of another,
spears pearce my broken heart. and in another galaxy it
Departed, escorted by chance, desires that aspire fixing broken shards.
Categories:
pearce, boyfriend, break up, desire,
Form: I do not know?
“Shell Shock”
(for my father J. D. Bowles
U.S. Navy Seabees- World War II)
I can remember, at an early age,
Hearing him cry out in the night.
Defending himself again against some
Threatening encounter,
there on the beach of that foreign shore.
It was as if all protection had vanished,
And he was there, alone,
Quivering in the dark.
Momentarily, he became a whimpering child,
Retreating at night, and struggling by day
To retain some semblance of a manhood
That had been battered and stripped away
By the savagery of War.
He was lost to us…forever,
Destined to battle his own private demons,
As best he could,
All alone.
No entity could reach that deeply inside him
And extract that gnawing orb of anguish that welled within.
It was a pain he must bear alone.
He fought the good fight,
So many, many years ago,
But we,
As his family,
Failed to win his War.
Bj pearce
jan@jsmagic.net
05-01-2012
Categories:
pearce, war, world war ii,
Form: Free verse
His pain is so deep
, it pearce his very soul,
The Depression takes control, slowly each Day, he slips away,
To a place unknown to me, as i sit helpless to his pain.
All i know to do is embrace
him in my undienig LOVE,
ONE day his pain will be NO more ,
And this Deamon called Depression will fade away,
and his Soul will be restored and Happiness will take controll.
Categories:
pearce, depression,
Form: Dramatic Verse
How can people take a life?
Pearce a rose with a bloody knife,
Take your innocence and make you see,
The horrors that are left to be.
Speaking with a serpents tongue,
To make your barrier come undone,
Spreading filth descizd as glitz,
Unwillingly you know you must submit.
As blood is spilt you must flee,
There laughter is what’s haunting me,
No remorse and no regret,
They take it all till nothings left.
There poison coerces my veins,
I swear if I see them again,
I’ll make them scream and watch them bleed,
And on there deaths I gladly feed.
Categories:
pearce, dark, death, fear, hate,
Form: I do not know?
Oh Ireland i have seen your beauty
I have seen your hatred too
I have heard the songs of rebellion
The war of words,the words of death.
You remember Pearce,Connolly and Mcbride
You forget the children who have died
Died because of your ignorance
Died,because of you,the people
Who stand and watch,then turn away
When will you learn that no-one wins
In the game of war and hate
But everybody loses
For you, is it too late ??
Categories:
pearce, courage, death, freedom, hope,
Form: I do not know?
Nature calls from under bush.
Rain floods from the sky.
Wet grass soaks my feet.
Wind carry me as the cold
freezes me to the bone.
Branches scratch my limbs.
Thorns pearce my flesh.
Mountains bang against my
knees.
When i cry.
When i cry angels hear my
pain.
Foodless stomach, sleepless
eyes.
Womanless groin
Angels hear when i cry.
Dry thoart, dry tears, cracked
lips, crying spoiled baby
sounds.
Head on the ground
Angels hear when i cry.
Categories:
pearce, natural disasters, black
Form: I do not know?
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