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Welcome to our landing spot 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.

For Springtime ....

Yellow
As the cold, white snow
gradually disappears,
up pop long, green, spindly
bunny rabbit ears.

***

These little green stubs
are a glimmer of hope,
and with winter’s last week,
give a way to cope.

***

They slowly get longer,
a bulb forms on top.
When it gets fat enough
it will quickly pop.

***

When they do pop,
a yellow flower appears.
They are greeted by
wild applause and cheers.

***

Out on the green lawn,
yellow buttons emerge,
and hail the end
of winter’s evil scourge.

***

For about two weeks
you just see one or two,
until the morning’s frost
becomes morning’s dew.

***

It’s at that point,
they begin to multiply
and nourish our friends
that with buzzy wings, fly.

***

These are the first foods
of the small honey bee,
and the first bouquets
boys give their honey she.

***

Whether it’s their wife, mom
or playground girlfriend
they are received with glee
at wintertime’s end.

***

There’s nothing that surpasses
the springtime thrills
of yellow dandelions…
and daffodils!

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

Angels

My mom dressed my brother and I
in our Sunday best,
and sent us to Sunday school
hoping we'd pass the test.

***

Apparently us boys
had pushed mom to the limit,
she decided to take
our behavior and trim it.

***

She dressed us up
and our praises she began to sing.
"You're so neat and clean
you look like angels without wings!"

***

She called our dad in
to see our mom's heavenly pair.
"You'll look great at church, boys,"
then offered to drive us there.

***

Pulling out of the driveway
we saw kind, old Ms. Rhodes.
She was unpacking flowers
and boy, did she have loads.

***

Dad said, "I wonder if she needs
help with all those plants?
I might go over there today
if I have the chance."

***

Dad dropped us off at church.
We told him that we'd walk home.
We did good in the class
but afterwards we did roam.

***

We got back to the house
we were covered in soil.
It was at that point
that began real turmoil.

***

Mom took one look at us
and pretty much blew her stack.
She began to interrogate,
we agreed to crack.

***

"You went to Sunday school!
Didn't you learn at all?"
"We learned to help our neighbor
with tasks both large and small."

***

"That's what we did, Mom.
We helped our neighbor like we should."
She stared at us two devils
where once her angels stood.

***

"Look at you! You're filthy!
And you've been gone for hours!"
"Don't be mad, Mom...
we helped Ms. Rhodes plant all her flowers!"

Dominic "Flominic" Farrenkopf
thesepoemsneedhomes@live.com
flominic.com

Name
He was dipping the cat’s paw
into the finger paint.
His long silence tipped off
he wasn’t being a saint.
***
Mom walked in and freaked!
The cat ran from her dreadful shout.
“Jonathan Michael!
You better hope that paint comes out!”
***
He felt mom’s china doll’s hair
needed a little trim.
He was being quiet
so she went looking for him.
***
The scissors were in his hand,
ready to give a snip.
“Christopher Matthew!
Drop those scissors before I flip!”
***
He was running the garden hose
making the yard mud.
She heard water running
and went looking for a flood.
***
She stepped out to see
him wading in the lake he’d made.
“Robert Daniel!
Turn that hose off and put down the spade!”
***
He was at her vanity,
trying on her make-up.
She went looking to find him
and got quite a shake-up.
***
He wore her foundation,
eyeliner, lipstick and blush.
“Steven Wallace!
Wash your face and do it in a rush!
***
You know she’s not joking around
or playing a game,
when your mother addresses you…
with your middle name!

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

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