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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.

Covered
It was late evening
and I wanted a snack.
I stepped in the kitchen
and was taken back.
***
A wedding invite
from three Julys long back,
our friends wed
and began a together track.
***
A pic of fishing
on the Frasier River.
The sturgeon was huge,
the cold made us shiver.
***
My nephew’s baseball picture
from the fourth grade,
and the time the game-winning
homerun he made.
***
A picture of my dog pack,
healthy and strong.
A reminder of when they played
all day long.
***
Some friend’s Christmas card
with a photo collage,
and a letter ‘bout building
a new garage.
***
A postcard from my sister’s
trip to London,
posing with Big Ben
sure looks like a fun one.
***
Before marriage
at Rockefeller Center
my wife’s great joy
from the tickets I sent her.
***
Nieces and nephews
from the time they were small,
progressing to high school
and now grown tall.
***
Gala pictures
on a photo booth reel.
One showed a kiss
from my wife I did steal.
***
My wife called out,
“What are you doing in there?”
“I came for a snack
but ended up elsewhere.”
***
To get to Memory Lane
just take the bridge.
It’s covered with photos…
and known as your fridge!

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

Laced
Building confidence in kids
is super neat.
A proven method of this
is through their feet.
***
Take Brodie, for instance.
He got new high-tops.
All he can talk about now
are his mad hops.
***
Then there’s Kathy.
She has lights in her heels.
Watch her smile
as she shows of her wheels.
***
Jeff has some Velcro shoes
that he cinches tight.
Then jumps the ditch
back and forth with all his might.
***
Karen’s sky-blue shoes
both feature a pocket.
She puts in dimes
then runs fast as a rocket.
***
Adam got running shoes
as a birthday gift
and he’ll show you how fast
his gears he can shift.
***
Genny’s new shoes
have unicorns on the sides.
She says she’s riding one
while taking long strides.
***
With camo shoes
Bobby runs but doesn’t hide.
His mom’s main wish
is that he’d do it outside.
***
Moria’s have glitter.
To her, fairy dust.
She floats around graceful
as a springtime gust.
***
Nothing makes a little kid
jump, glide and cruise,
than lacing up…
in a brand-new pair of shoes!

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

Pair
Early Monday morning
my husband called out to me,
“Can you turn on the light?
It’s too dark for me to see!”
***
“What are you doing
rummaging around in the dark!?”
“I’m looking for a sock mate
to this one called, birch bark.”
***
I flipped on the light and said,
“There. Now is that better?”
“Yes, but I can’t find it.”
“There! It’s under that sweater.”
***
Tuesday Morning
my husband was hollering for help.
“What’s wrong now!?”
“I’m trying to match this sock called sea kelp.”
***
I walked up to the basket
and picked up an armful.
“It’s there between those undershirts.
“Now grab it and pull!”
***
Wednesday morning
my husband was requesting a hand.
“What do you need?”
“I need the mate to this sock called, sand.”
***
I pushed him aside
and lifted out half of the clothes.
I grabbed it and said,
“Look, it’s here. Right under your nose!”
***
Thursday morning, my husband said,
“Help! I’m running late!”
“What’s your problem!?”
“I can’t seem to find this black sock’s mate.”
***
I tipped the clothes out,
the black sock came into plain view.
He gave me a blank stare.
I said, “Grab it, why don’t you!?”
***
Friday morning
my husband was calling out my name.
I knew that without a doubt
his problem was the same.
***
“That, ‘Where’s my socks’ question,
you wouldn’t have to ask it,
if you’d just fold this stuff…
in this dang laundry basket!”

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

Picnic
Each summer our whole church
gathers at the park.
We show up after church
and stay until dark.
***
We take all the parking spots
and swarm the lawn,
then round up the tables
to put the food on.
***
We have a collage
of table covering,
and a collage
of hungry men hovering.
***
There are several crockpots
full of steaming meat,
salads, beans, rolls, chips
and other things to eat.
***
Five grey-haired widows
talk over their jello-s,
hoping to impress
a few single fellows.
***
The Mitchell boys
sneak in a cooler of beer,
then enjoy their drinks
under Ms. Clara’s sneer.
***
The kids gather round
the table of desserts,
soon the frosting
will adorn their pants and skirts.
***
After everyone’s eaten
and had their fill,
we indulge the pastor
in his favorite thrill
***
That thrill is soccer.
We split into two teams.
Both teams are zealous
and have strategy schemes.
***
The game starts fast at first,
then the old guys slow.
At that time
the teens and twenties start to show.
***
Time is dwindling
and so is the daylight.
The pastor breaks free
running with all his might.
***
I pass to the pastor
and with a quick-kick,
he scores ending the game…
and the church picnic!

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