Poetry by Lillian and Dave Brummet

Rhythm & Rhyme Dave and Lillian began writing professionally back in 1999 and wanted to use this as a tool for sparking positive change and motivating readers to lead more proactive lives. According to Lillian: "Poetry has the unique application of allowing the writer to express their own hopes, dreams or pain, and to explore the creative use of words, rhythms, fantasy, truths, and rhymes". The couple teamed up to share their poetry in the book Rhythm & Rhyme. Their different writing styles are at their best in this incredible collection - celebrating nature, questioning society, expressing grief, and embracing love. Some of the poetry in this book reflects on the emotional turmoil of ailing parents, long-term caregiving, the gut-wrenching waiting period of knowing the end is coming, and the eventual grief of their passing. Other poems speak about the strange emptiness that is left when old wounds are healed. You’ll also find poems that celebrate life, music, love, animals, and nature. AMAZON USA: https://www.amazon.com/dp/1495478890 AMAZON CANADA: https://www.amazon.ca/dp/1495478890 Keep The Change - by Dave Brummet Looking out my window at the silent park Rain is streaming down thru the misty dark I’d sit and have a smoke But I don’t have a light Don’t even feel like Going on the town tonight Went back to my hometown nothing seemed the same Had a look around but I knew no one by name Fields have sprouted buildings The roads have thickened up With the flow of frantic traffic That doesn’t seem to stop Chorus: Its not the same, as time moves on Things will evolve, right or wrong There is no choice for you to make No other path for fate to take But you can choose To keep the change You can keep the change Try to do finances, but I can’t get it thru my head That if I don’t succeed I’ll have nothing when I’m dead Keepin’ up with the Joneses No time to stop and play How can you be a kid again If you have to grow up today Looking out my porthole where there used to be a park The nozzles spray some moisture, the lights go out at dark If I go out they’ll find me And try to make me right So I stay here in my cubicle And hide throughout the night Camping Holiday - By Lillian Brummet Showering sounds of

Rippling

Laughing

Pouring water

Moving ‘round rocks and branches

Like flames ‘round logs

Knocking boulders

Pound

Drowning out all other sound

Except rustling wind

Through boughs where

Birds shout and play

And the echoing response

Rings

Like chimes in my heart.





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