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Towards Understanding  Poetry that makes your heart shake - yet leaves you filled with inspiration and hope.   A real-life story of growing up in a traumatic environment and the healing proces s discovered through writing.  The 125 poems take readers on an epic journey of valiant survival told through vivid scenes poured from the heart with nothing held back. (US) https://www.amazon.com/dp/1475221703 (Canada) https://www.amazon.com/dp/1475221703     ~~~     Follow us & find our Books:   on Amazon Visit:   Drum It With Brummet Blog Subscribe:   Brummet Media​ YouTube Channel​  ​ ~~~  

Playing With Words This poetry series offers 3 published books of poetry - each offering unique insight, glances back in time, life-skills, emotional intelligence & problem solving experiences. Each book takes time to celebrate the joys in life, from a beautiful captured moment in nature, to the power of love.  Browse the full series today :)  (US) https://www.amazon.com/dp/B09YMCRVZ3 (Canada) https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B09YMCRVZ3 ~~~     Follow us & find our Books:   on Amazon Visit:   Drum It With Brummet Blog Subscribe:   Brummet Media​ YouTube Channel​  ​  

Poetic Wanderings  Poetry has this unique ability to heal as it is being written, just as it heals when it is being read.  For Dave's father, Frank Nick Brummet, it began with a few published poems in high-school annuals.  He wrote his first serious poem titled Sentinel On The Hill in the '70's - b y 1996 the muse had struck & he began to write and study writing in earnest.  Delve into this poetic journey celebrating love, reflections on nature & a lifetime of memories today. ~~~     Follow us & find our Books:   on Amazon Visit:   Drum It With Brummet Blog Subscribe:   Brummet Media​ YouTube Channel​  ​  

Poetry Time This monthly series began more than a decade ago in an effort to encourage the joys of poetry. Here we celebrate other poet's work, as well as our own. If you would like to submit, simply visit the  ABOUT  page for guidelines & contact information. BEAUTIFUL B.C. The West wind is blowing and calling to me, Come back to the mountains, come back to the sea, Green valleys in blossom with blue skies above, I’ll always come home to this land that I love. There’s gold in the sunset where wild geese still fly, Where proud Douglas fir trees are touching the sky, And wild rushing rivers run down to the sea, Dear land of the dogwood, our Beautiful B.C. The wild flowers are blooming, so fragrant and fair, From meadow and hillside they perfume the air, And small creeks are rippling, their waters so cool, Where cattle are grazing by deep shady pools. Your smoky blue mountains with white crowning snow, Your emerald green islands where soft breezes blow, Your dark northern fo...

Poetry Time This monthly series began more than a decade ago in an effort to encourage the joys of poetry. Here we celebrate other poet's work, as well as our own. If you would like to submit, simply visit the  ABOUT  page for guidelines & contact information. EDUCATED LIES I grieve for this world, as it fights its wars, Where humans all slam their doors. Here, people starve, knowing only pain. While others, rich, stake out their claim. Sad to see - such emptiness I feel. This world cannot last forever; Life’s just a one time deal. Man, thinking ourselves unbeatable, Tried to conquer with knowledge we lacked. Now, so far destroyed, Earth takes her final stance, While we pray for just one second chance. We watch, knowing what our children will see. Helpless, we cannot undo this awful disease. So watch, my people, my educated men, Just watch your ancestors’ victory descend. While you sit at your desks and thunder your speeches, Cry, for your child’s child will live to die, B...

Poetry Time This monthly series began more than a decade ago in an effort to encourage the joys of poetry. Here we celebrate other poet's work, as well as our own. If you would like to submit, simply visit the  ABOUT  page for guidelines & contact information. DICTIONARY I wend my way through Webster's tome, Choosing words that tickle the ear. Abaft, agnomen, ancipital, Bifurcate and bobbery, Calipash, compendium, Dap and dermis and diatribe, Eddo, epicene, feaze, frisket, Gamogenesis, gonfalon. Hebetate and hippocampus, Icterus, impi, intonate, Jalap, jitney, kern and khan, Lectionary, lithomarge, Macrophyte and malversation. Middest means I'm halfway there. Nekton, nixie, orthoclastic, Papillary, quinoline, Rallentando, retroversion, Scaraboid and septifragal, Telamon and trumpery. Umbel, ungula, vernal, viole Wernerite, wimble, whirlgig, Xenophobia, yean, younker, Zaffer, zither and zymurgy. The music of words from A to Zee, If only I knew what they all mean, How ver...

Poetry Time This monthly series began more than a decade ago in an effort to encourage the joys of poetry. Here we celebrate other poet's work, as well as our own. If you would like to submit, simply visit the  ABOUT  page for guidelines & contact information. Mom’s Poem  I know the motion of the ocean And the size of the waves I step high And step out With pride in my stride. I know where it’s at And how to get it. I know what’s what. What’s important and what isn’t. I don’t sweat the small stuff And EVERYTHING is small stuff. When I get into something I really get my teeth into it. I hang on by the skin of my teeth And if I fall I always land on my feet. As for me – I always serve myself '… Back from the land of fear of God. Instead I respect whatever gods may be They say God never sleeps, That he walks among us unseen Trouble me not with spirits That is all I need – A god turned into a ghost gone mad From lack of sleep and Walking among us, seeing not us, But follo...

Poetry Time This monthly series began more than a decade ago in an effort to encourage the joys of poetry. Here we celebrate other poet's work, as well as our own. If you would like to submit, simply visit the  ABOUT  page for guidelines & contact information. A WAR-TIME LOVE They met at the dance In the old church hall, She was pretty and petite He was handsome and tall. Folks may laugh about Love at first sight, For him and for her, It happened that night.  Her heart skipped a beat As he came thru the door In his Air Force blue On leave from the war. He crossed the room,  Their eyes met,  A magic moment They'd never forget. He said: " I'm Bob ", She Said, " I'm Louise ". He felt shaky, Weak in the knees. He thought to himself, How can this be? Then softly he said, " Please dance with me ". They danced every dance,  He held her so tight, Somehow they both knew It was only for tonight.  Her head on his shoulder, His lips brushed her hai...

Poetry Time This monthly series began more than a decade ago in an effort to encourage the joys of poetry. Here we celebrate other poet's work, as well as our own. If you would like to submit, simply visit the  ABOUT  page for guidelines & contact information. WORDS Vocabulary on a wheel Mumbled words spat out in a spiel, Yet very rarely are they real. Understated over-mused Is it comprehension - or compromise? Better hope they’re big enough in size! So often stated, That they’re underrated. And so, false meanings are then created. Try to sound sincere Yet holding back words in fear, From being too often jeered. So many sums lead to so many substances. Hard to force yourself to take the chances, And all hell breaks loose if there’s wrong glances. Despite it all the truth is not truly heard. Because of the wrong combinations of words, An ironic wheel of confusion is needlessly churned. **  Have you ever noticed how crazy the English language is?  Each word can be ...