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Welcome to our landing spot highlighting the many poems from Flominic, who also is known as Dominic Farrenkopf. His poems will appear here regularly through the year. Weekly you can also find a printed copy at Chapter One Book Store in Hamilton. For many, many other poems check his website.

Patty-Cake
Their infant daughter
had just turned seven months old,
after work and until bed
she was dad’s to hold.
Mom cared for their baby
every single weekday.
She was growing fast
but, “Mama” was all she’d say.
He wore puppets
and performed for her a drama.
Though she smiled and giggled,
she just said, “Mama.”
He held her close-up
and whistled a birdie chirp.
She made a cute face
then said, “Mama” with a burp.
He made farm noises
like cow, sheep, goat and llama.
She gurgled happily
and then just said, “Mama.”
He bounced her on his knee
a gentle horsey-ride.
She said, “Mama, Mama”
laughing and smiling wide.
He put her on his shoulders
and carried her high.
She laughed and said, “Mama”
from her perch in the sky.
Tonight he held her snug,
nestled right in his lap
and taught her patty cake,
using her hands to clap.
He clapped her hands together
while he sang the song.
After the first verse
he kept up the sing along.
He stopped abruptly
on just the second “Pat-a.”
For the first time ever…
his sweet girl said, “Dada!”

Dominic “Flominic” Farrenkopf
thesepoemsneedhomes@live.com
flominic.com

Civilization

Karen bought the item
on an auction dinner date.
It was a deluxe glamping trip
for a group of eight.
***
She was having fun
but the price she paid was too high.
It was for a good cause.
and her wine glass wasn’t dry.
***
The next morning
Karen realized what she had won
and started calling her girls
for a weekend of fun.
***
She rounded up seven ladies
and reserved their date.
The ladies were giddy
and all said, “We just can’t wait!”
***
The date arrived
and they drove to a paved parking lot.
There was a fancy wall tent
set in the perfect spot.
***
The glamping staff
carried in the ladies suitcases
and set them up
in their own private cubby spaces.
***
Their first group activity
was called Wine Under Pine.
They sat in padded lawn chairs
and sipped a sweet white wine.
***
Things were going great
until the wind made the tree sway.
A pine needle fell in a glass,
“Eww- take this away!”
***
The next glamping activity
was Cheese In The Trees.
The cheese was tasty
but again came that pesky breeze.
***
A gust came up and blew
two ladies hair out of place.
“Oh, my!” They cupped their hair
like it was delicate lace.
***
With these new ruffled feathers
they all went back inside
and prepared for gourmet dinner
catered by their guide.
***
The table was ready
but the settings were paper.
“These forks are plastic!
Who signed me up for this caper?”
***
Now the questions and comments
really started to fly.
“This food is cooked outside?”
“If it rains, will we be dry?”
***
“What about wild animals?
Are we safe from those?”
“They told me the shower
is fed from a garden hose!”
***
These complaints went on
until someone blurted out
the thoughts of the group-
It was unanimous no doubt.
***
“I can tell all you ladies,
without hesitation,
we need to get back...
to modern civilization!”

Dominic “Flominic” Farrenkopf
thesepoemsneedhomes@live.com
flominic.com

Seasoned
Down at my garage
broken cars roll in every day,
and I’m always amused
about the things people say.
***
It’s not so much what they say
rather their sound effects,
which, believe it or not,
can beat diagnostic checks.
***
A guy with a red pick-up
explained his engine noise,
“It’s got a chug-chug-chunk
just like those train wind-up toys.”
***
A lady with a blue car
explained her problem sound.
“It goes, ow-ow-ow-ow,
not unlike a blue tick hound.”
***
A lady’s minivan,
“Sounds just like a tea kettle.
It gives out a long screee
when I press the brake pedal.”
***
A guy brought in his dump truck,
“It just groans like thunder,
but only in third gear.
It kind of makes me wonder.”
***
A lady described the sound
of her station wagon,
“It bellows out black smoke
and howls like a dragon.”
***
A farmer’s flatbed truck
made noise when it hit a bump,
“It gives out a reet-reet
then finishes with a thump.”
***
A lady pulled up,
“What seems to be the problem, Ma’am?”
“When it’s in reverse
it gurgles like a buried clam.”
***
“I’ll repair your car, Ma’am,
there’s no reason to panic.
I’ve heard that sound before…
I’m a seasoned mechanic!”

Dominic “Flominic” Farrenkopf
thesepoemsneedhomes@live.com
flominic.com

Behind
As a seasoned Sergeant,
he led a squadron of men.
The Marine Corps said, “Go.”
his only question was, “When?”
***
He’d been married eight years
and had a girl and a boy.
Weekends and vacations
with his family were pure joy.
***
They went to Yosemite
and to Yellowstone Park.
On their camping trips out
they counted the stars at dark.

***
He, his wife and kids
made a happy family of four.
He went, and didn’t come home,
from the Korean War.
***
He was drafted at eighteen
and sent to Vietnam.
The only woman in his life
he simply called, “Mom.”
***
There were his eighteen birthdays
filled with laughter and gifts,
bullies, wrecks and falls
all comforted with hugs and lifts.
***
He worked with his dad
first on bikes and then on a car.
They got it running
but from completion they were far.
***
Time flew through youth and school,
elementary and high.
They hugged him at the station
it was their last goodbye.
***
These are only two
of the many, many who’ve died.
All who loved their families
and country with great pride.
***
The memories of these heroes
will stay in the mind,
and therefore live forever…
in those they left behind.

Dominic “Flominic” Farrenkopf
thesepoemsneedhomes@live.com
flominic.com

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