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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.

Camaraderie
I was still just eighteen
when I joined the U.S. Coast Guard.
I made it through boot camp’s eight weeks
which I knew would be hard.
***
But at my first duty station
everything was a breeze.
I told my mom how I made
everyone’s life full of ease.
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“On my first day here
they sent me for ten feet of shore line.
I searched but couldn’t find it.
They laughed and said it was fine.”
***
“And then I was sent to fetch
two left-handed screwdrivers.
There were just right-handers
but I still got some high-fivers.”
***
“I helped calibrate the radar
in a tinfoil suit.
Everyone laughed and took pictures.
I guess I just looked cute.”
***
“All the batteries were missing
from the sound-powered phones.
My hours of searching
seemed to tickle their funny bones.”
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“Next, I dredged the bilge
searching for the keys to the sea chest.
I was wet and oily
they laughed saying I did my best.”
***
“The carpenter shop
sent me searching for the board stretcher.
I struck out, but they laughed
saying I was a good fetcher.
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“I was sent to the Machinist Mate
for an MK punch.
What’s weird is he slugged my left arm
it hurt all up to lunch.”
***
“Today’s job is crucial
even though I’m dressed all screwy.
I’m orange from head to toe
I’ll watch for the mail buoy.”
***
“I’m heading out on deck,
even though it’s raining quite hard,
but Semper Paratus!
always ready in the Coast Guard.”
***
“Son, it sounds like you’re enduring
quite a bit of hazing.”
“No, Mom. It’s camaraderie…
and it’s simply amazing!”

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

Old Enough
On Halloween day
I wore a costume to my school.
On the bus I was surrounded
by mummy and ghoul.
***
A big kid appeared as a zombie,
his name is Randy.
He tried to scare us little kids
then handed out candy.
***
When the bus stopped at school
the driver put on a mask.
He growled at us
then passed candy as his final task.
***
I ate all of that candy
on the way to my classroom
where my teacher was dressed like
a wicked witch with a broom.
***
She was very frightening
as she told us to take our seat.
On our desk was cocoa
with marshmallow ghosts as a treat.
***
We had a day-long party
I mean with goodies galore.
The best were velvet cupcakes
with blood-red frosting-such gore!
***
After school let out
I went to the huge harvest fest.
Winning two caramel apples
at the dart booth was my quest.
***
We all went trick-or-treating
and then to the haunted house.
If you made it out alive
you got a large chocolate mouse.
***
I went to bed last night
and I just couldn’t sleep a wink.
Mom said, “Halloween’s a bit too scary
for you I think."
***
“Mom, I’m old enough now
to tell what’s real and what’s fake.
The reason I couldn’t sleep…
is this awful belly ache!

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

Artwork
This time of year
kids artwork comes from outside,
they’re picked from the ground
after a downward glide.
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Picked up from the piles
they like to play on,
placed beneath paper
and rubbed with a crayon.
***
Collected from street drifts
that they shuffle through,
then made into a collage
held tight with glue.
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Chased down as the wind
blows them across the yard,
then fashioned to make
a festive greeting card.
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Plucked from the wet grass
on a trip to the park,
dried and laminated
to make a book mark.
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Finding lots of the same size
is a fun game,
then neatly arranged
to make a picture frame.
***
Grabbed on the playground
by the second grade class,
then wrapped in wax paper
to make a stained glass.
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Snitched from the mansion lawn
gathered from beneath,
then strung together
to make a harvest wreath.
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Pick up the largest ones
from the forest floor,
attach to sticks
for a hanging for the door.
***
They adorn fridge, window
and cubicle wall,
our children’s artwork...
made from the leaves of fall!

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