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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.

Bummer
School had just let out,
we went to a hobby farm.
While riding a pony,
I fell and broke my right arm.
***
I was in a soft cast
and we had a bike ride planned.
I missed the day trip
and stayed home, not moving my hand.
***
My baseball team then hosted
a three-day-long tourney.
I became the bat boy
with a back and forth journey.
***
Our annual fishing trip
was Little Rock Creek Lake.
No casting, just netting
because of the complex break.
***
Soon the river’s swimming hole
was where all the kids played.
I couldn’t go out deep,
rather just a shallow wade.
***
I went to summer camp
but spent it in the craft room.
No archery or paint ball.
Cut and paste was my doom.
***
The worst was not competing
in the group canoe race.
For three years in a row
my team had taken first place.
***
Football practice started,
I couldn’t dress with the team.
The next week my doc announced
the end to this bad dream.
***
On the first day of school
I had to check in late.
Oh, the joy I felt
when they removed that awful weight!
***
Having a broken arm
is certainly a bummer,
especially when it spans…
your entire summer!

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

Rules
Late June, early July
was fun in my youth.
But dangerous times too
and that is the truth.
***
What made it dangerous
were bottle rockets.
But happy I was
with them in my pockets.
***
Though small, they were
the perfect weapons of war.
We boys would battle it out
while keeping score.
***
We’d form two teams,
each with a dirt hill bunker.
Then began the drills:
pop up, fire then hunker.
***
There were different methods
we’d use to take aim.
Honestly, I’m surprised
we survived this game.
***
The first method
was to light one in your hand,
then launch it off towards
where you’d want it to land.
***
You could also
push the stick into the ground.
Then arch it to hit
the enemy’s dirt mound.
***
We made bazookas
out of galvanized pipe.
You’d stand to shoot-
this form was a scary type.
***
You’d hear the whistle
then cringe for the report.
Squat low and cover
near the wall of the fort.
***
After each war,
we’d count our fingers and eyes.
The fact we had them all
was quite a surprise.
***
Looking back now,
we were a bunch of fools.
Spared by pure luck…
while breaking all the rules!

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

Glimmer
Last Saturday I went
to a wedding at church.
There were lots of bright objects
for my eye to search.
***
There was a beam of sun
cutting through the stained glass.
It brightened the aisle
that soon the bride would pass.
***
The flames of the candles
burned bright in their back niche.
They shone like white stars
on which the couple could wish.
***
The candlesticks that held them
were a polished gold.
Like the couple’s love,
always looking new, though old.
***
The polished brass bells
pealed out a shiny tune.
Bidding all welcome
to this nuptial in June.
***
The flowers in the bride’s bouquet
glistened with dew.
A common source of nature,
like their love so true.
***
Now, they exchanged vows
and he placed her diamond ring.
It sparkled so brightly
it set all hearts to sing.
***
They raised up silver goblets
at their reception.
Like the two’s love,
they were polished to perfection.
***
The cake service set
was also polished up bright,
but the brightest object
could erase any night.
***
Of all the glimmering things
that lit up the room,
none shone half as bright…
as the smile of the groom!

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

Oh, Dad
I’m a teenager
and don’t like going out to eat,
at least not with my dad,
he says things I’ll now repeat.
***
We sit at the table,
the waiter asks about drinks.
“Thor went out drinking. He got hammered!”
My heart just sinks.
***
He said, “I had lunch at the courthouse.
Justice was served!”
I dropped my head.
What did I do to make this deserved?
***
We ordered.
Dad interrupted our neighbors’ chewing.
“You know, when gravity calls,
I drop what I’m doing!”
***
They courtesy laughed.
He didn’t feel like a pest.
“Lost mail. Now, that’s a problem
that should be addressed!”
***
The waiter returned and asked,
“Can I take your order?”
“I call the T-bone! I staked my claim!”
Where’s the border?
***
When our food arrived,
I really wanted to retreat.
Dad said, “I film my food.
I like to watch what I eat!”
***
And then, “My shish-ka-bobs are mixed up.
They’re all askew!”
I looked at the others like,
“What are we gonna do?”
***
The waiter asked if things were fine.
I went off the brink.
“I’ve questions on this sausage.
Can you send me a link!?”
***
A dinner without embarrassment
is such a hoax,
when you’re out with my father…
and he’s cracking dad jokes!

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

Feature
With June’s beginning
comes a wonderful noise,
school’s last bell rings
and off race girls and boys!
***
I’m no exception!
I ride my bicycle,
using no hands
while eating a popsicle!
***
I’ll spend hours
in my backyard tire swing,
and lots of time chasing
an old fashioned ring!
***
You’ll often find me
down at the swimmin’ hole,
and way upstream from that
with my fishin’ pole!
***
I’ll dig roads and tunnels
in the big dirt hill,
and dam up the ditches
with rocks and backfill!
***
I’ll light lots of rockets
and firecrackers,
explode M-80’s
and Whistling Pete Whackers!
***
I’ll wade out back
in the irrigation ditch,
and from the watermelon patch
take a snitch!
***
I’ll chase down the ice cream truck
for some milkshakes,
and chase down neighborhood girls
with garter snakes!
***
I’ll do target shooting
with my b-b gun,
and take out my slingshot
for even more fun!
***
With August’s end
comes an unpleasant feature,
I’m forced back to school...
‘cause I’m the teacher!

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

Jolt
The gowns are thrown to the side,
the caps thrown high by each grad,
and they eagerly await,
for something from Mom and Dad.
***
Now, take Sammie for instance,
all her allowance is spent.
She just about died
when her mom said, “It’s time to pay rent.”
***
“How am I going to do that!?”
Sammie began to sob.
“I don’t know,” her mom said,
“Have you thought of getting a job?”
***
Trent graduated
and quickly made a status update.
His dad commented:
“We need to talk about your phone’s fate.”
***
“You sit, talk, text and tweet,
that phone’s never on the shelfie.
Mom and I have decided
you’ll pay for it yourselfie.”
***
“How am I supposed to do that!?
I sure would like to know.”
“My suggestion is: get a job,
then off to work you go.”
***
Jason graduated and tore off
squealing his tires.
Mom and Dad watched this,
unimpressed, as they were the buyers.
***
When he got home, Dad sat and said,
“For our reassurance
your mom and I will have you pay
your own car insurance.”
***
“That won’t work, Dad,
when it comes money, I have no source.”
“Oh, I know the answer to that!
Go get a job, of course!”
***
On their graduation day,
life deals a sudden jolt.
Congratulations, students…
it’s time to be an adult!

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