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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.

My Dear Valentine
Valentine’s Day is special
for a lot of folks
and my special someone
is quite easy to coax.
***
My dear valentine
doesn’t need a frilly card,
knowing how I feel for them
sure isn’t hard.
***
My dear valentine
doesn’t need a teddy bear,
a stuffed toy’s not necessary
to show I care.
***
My dear valentine
doesn’t need sparkling gems,
nor do they need red roses
with extra-long stems.
***
They don’t need dinner out,
eating at home is fine,
and glad to pair it
with a cheap bottle of wine.
***
My dear valentine
doesn’t need to catch a show,
they’ll just wait ‘til it comes out
on home video.
***
But when it comes to chocolates
they just can’t resist.
For my dear valentine
they’re on top of the list.
***
My dear valentine saves
any way that they can,
so buying on the fifteenth
is an okay plan.
***
The chocolates hit clearance
and it’s buy-one, get-one.
That right there, is my idea
of valentine fun!
***
With me, all these exceptions
are completely fine
I’m sure easy to please…
as my own valentine!

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

Instead
It snowed overnight
so we switch on KLYQ
and listen to what
the schools all decide to do.
***
“The schools will be closed,”
announces the golden voice.
The students of every age
all jump up and rejoice!
***
Now, when the schools are closed
and you don’t have a car,
you’re doomed to boredom
because you can’t get very far.
***
But if you have access
to a sweet set of wheels,
your snow day will begin
before the first bell peals.
***
Robert ditches his backpack
and calls up his friend, Ned.
They head to “back country”
with their snowmobile sleds.
***
Cassandra has her mom’s
six-passenger SUV
she texts up five of her friends
and they’re all off to ski.
***
Richard and Marcus
drive to the trailhead they like.
They strap on their snowshoes
and enjoy a winter hike.
***
Lori Lynn and Abbey load up
their cross-country skis
and go to the groomed trails
in the lower pine trees.
***
Eight cars of seniors
drive up the Forest Service road
They pile on sleds
exceeding the maximum load.
***
Yes, the school execs
say that it’s too cold to go.
High schoolers agree…
so instead they play in the snow!

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

Tradition
It’s still dark outside
when we load the pickup truck.
It’s a long drive
and we need our spot for good luck.
***
We arrive at the lake,
park, and load down the sled.
The wind bites my face
but I don’t miss my warm bed.
***
We get to our spot,
I start to auger the ice.
I first chop a divot
with my homemade device.
***
It’s part hatchet, hammer,
pry bar and slush sifter.
It works darn good,
but it’s ugly as my sister.
***
The holes were drilled now
and the sky was getting clear.
We set up the ice tent
and cracked open a beer.
***
On five-gallon buckets
we hunkered ‘round the holes,
we joked, laughed, drank beer
and held loose to our fish poles.
***
Grandpa’s stories all started,
“Well, back in my day…”
Cousin Freddie’d shake his head
and say, “There’s no way!”
***
We ate “Plain Jane” sandwiches
we packed with our gear.
They were ok,
but that’s ‘cause we had them with beer.
***
More tall tales, jokes
and sometimes even a fish.
We always put ‘em back
and never on our dish.
***
We kept it up all day
then before the sun set
we’d head back to the truck
with our feet soakin’ wet.
***
Though we’re frozen and hungry
after ice fishin’
there’s nothin’ I’d change…
‘bout Saturday’s tradition!

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

Back-Seat
We were road tripping
along with my sister-in-law.
From the moment I turned the key
she started to jaw.
***
I put the car in reverse
to back out the driveway,
I took my foot off the brake
and she had this to say,
***
“Don’t rely on your camera,
you need to shoulder-check!
Now, ease into the street,
you don’t need to cause a wreck!”
***
I shut my eyes, bit my tongue
and started down the road.
We approached a light,
“Now, don’t tailgate that wide-load!”
***
I merged on the freeway
and started to pick up speed,
“Watch your speedometer!
A ticket’s just what we need!”
***
“Get in the car pool lane,
there’s three of us in here!”
“You need to back off
you’re riding that semi truck’s rear!”
***
“Use your turn signal!
Watch it! That car’s going to merge!”
“Can you pull in the rest stop
I think I have the urge.”
***
“Cars need to keep left.”
“Don’t park by the pet area.”
I’d reached my boiling point
and was near hysteria.
***
I stepped out of my car
to stretch my legs and to breathe.
“What’s wrong with you?” asked my wife.
I turned on here with seethe.
***
“Well, I’m wound up tighter
than a first-time skydiver!
There’s nothing more unnerving…
than a back-seat driver!”
Dominic “Flominic” Farrenkopf
thesepoemsneedhomes@live.com
flominic.com