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The Brummets began writing professionally in 1999 and wanted to use this as a tool to create positive change and motivate 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 pains, and to explore the creative use of words, rhythms, fantasies, truths and rhymes.?

The couple? team? up ?to share his poetry in ?the book rhythm and rhyme. Your different writing styles are at their best in this amazing? collection – celebrating nature, questioning society, expressing pain and embracing love.? “Some of the poetry in this book reflects on the emotional turmoil of sick parents, long-term care, the harrowing period of waiting to know the end is near, and the eventual hurt of their passing. Other poems speak of the strange emptiness that remains when old wounds are healed. You will also find poems that celebrate life, music, love, animals and nature.

Keep the change? – by D. Brummet?

Looking out my window at the silent park

The rain is falling through the misty dark

I would sit and smoke a cigarette

but I have no light

you don’t even feel like

go to town tonight

I went back to my hometown, nothing seemed the same

I took a look, but I didn’t know anyone by name.

The fields have sprouted buildings

The roads have thickened

With the frenetic flow of traffic

That don’t seem to stop

It’s not the same, as time goes by

Things will evolve, good or bad.

There’s no choice for you to make

There’s no other path for fate to take

but you can choose

to keep the change

You can keep the change

I try to do finance but I can’t get it in my head

That if I don’t get it I won’t have anything when I die

Keeping up with the Joneses

There’s no time to stop and play

How can you be a child again?

If you have to grow today

Looking through my porthole where there used to be a park

The nozzles spray some moisture, the lights go out in the dark.

If I go out they will find me

And try to do me good

So I stay here in my cubicle

And hide all night

Camping vacation? – By L. Brummet?

shower sounds

undulation

Laughter

pouring water

Moving around rocks and branches

Like flames around logs

hitting rocks

pound

Drowning out all other sounds

except the rusty wind

through branches where

The birds scream and play

And the resounding answer

rings

Like chimes in my heart?.?

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