December 7th

the day before that day a half hundred years plus one ago
my folks dined on pepperoni pie, and waited for the hour to show
while outside a gray afternoon grew cold with Indiana snow

It was just eighteen years after those Japanese men of aviation
Destroyed our boys, our ships, our entire Hawaiian naval station
a day which still lives in infamy, for me a time of celebration

two disasters on one great day
my dear old ma used to jokingly say
pearl harbor and your birthday my son
another year older - life's a bomb.

Criminal Class Now Boarding

like a criminal

photographed, x-rayed and searched

shoes off, step lively

At the water's edge

Here where slaves once hid

Still lives Mad Indiana

Main street village lights

Better Days

Painted VW Beetle, Everglades City, FL, originally uploaded by DRheins.

When the day-glo fades

and my art-scrawled fenders fall

will you love me then?

Two Minus One

While solo you go

A while I stay up to write

O solo mio

Happy Birthday John

War Is Over John and Yoko, originally uploaded by DRheins.

John Lennon would have been 70 today, had he not been gunned down by a crazed fan. Though slain through gun violence, his message of peace and love still resonates the world over.

War is Over...if you want it. Give Peace A Chance. All You Need Is Love. Instant Karma. 

Despite everything, I still believe in the cosmic giggle.

Happy Birthday John --  Rest in PEACE.

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TB and Band Rock the Songsheet at Monkeys Tale

This weekend at the Monkeys Tale, Indy veteran Tim Brickley plays crowd favorites from a songsheet -- audience members shout out a number and TB and the Bleeding Hearts, if they are in the mood, will deliver a rockin' rendition of hits from all the greats, plus a few originals thrown in to spice the stew.
When: Sat Oct 09 10  10:00 PM
Where: Monkey's Tale, 925 E Westfield Blvd, Indianapolis, IN, 46220,

Alligator in the Everglades

Alligator in the Everglades, originally uploaded by DRheins.

the reptile awaits

everglade auto tourists

who stop, snap and drive

Lord Elgin 23 Jewels

My grandad's gold watch

Speidel flexband grips wrist tight

Links black with old sweat

Last Words

After your dad died

We tried to revive the past

Rewrite our dead songs

Nine Eleven Twenty Ten

a perfect fall day

like when the twin trades came down

bloodless dust still stirs

before cafe

open eyes slowly

one thick bone up at a time

drop foot schluf find door

9/1/10

the first of the month

brave new world to discover

a rent check to write

Season of Summerfest

The Reacharounds, originally uploaded by DRheins.

It was a wiener of a weekend for Tammy and me. For the second year running, me made the scene at Sausagefest.

Here's my report on this year's shenanigans:

http://indysocialmedia.blogspot.com/2010/08/weekend-weiner-sausagefest-2010.html

Late Rain

after a late rain

the lawn came alive with sound

the ground sighed renewed

An animal vibe
enough to trust you, not bolt 
believe shared heartbeat

Kind Bud

Chris Craft on the lake

varnished boards and polished trim

kind bud Captain Keith

8-9-10

each day like each son

tied to the movement of stars

this day tick tock tick

Son

Gen Con Indy, originally uploaded by DRheins.

I watch you grow tall

and it fills me full of pride

such a bright young man

advice for an ass in elephant country

careful where you step


go slow, bray low, just say no


ignore so-and-so

Savor The Moment

Morning Coffee, originally uploaded by DRheins.

last day cup of Joe

balcony Traverse City

wistful birthday eve

1:02 a.m. July 21, 2010

i hear my first owl

hoo hoo -- hoo hoo hoo hoo

so glad I stayed up

linked in

some odd gal online

claims to be a friend of mine

will I fan her page?

Happy Hour

around the pool sat

five ladies and their glasses

laughing without men

Elvis' Guitar

Elvis Guitar at Rock Stars Cars & Guitars, originally uploaded by DRheins.



no pelvis shaking

no fans, just scarves and old mikes

rock God on display

Headlines

Headlines, originally uploaded by DRheins.

the news fills my head

screams death, sells greed, peddles fear

buy now, kids eat free

World's Largest Cooler Sport

Indy 500 Crowd 2010, originally uploaded by DRheins.

Sun burnt race fans leave

the hottest Indy ever

warm flow of hot beer

Chicken Truck

Chicken Truck, originally uploaded by DRheins.

Ten hen to a cage

stacked together in boxes

chauffeured to slaughter

Falling to Peace

In the air with awe

On cushions safely we fall

miracle of flight

moleskin

Feeding my fetish for little black books
I feel compelled to fill them up
With words of praise for you, for us

Pedal & Park

Pedal & Park, originally uploaded by DRheins.

get off your asses

climb on a bike seat and ride

help earth and you too

Lawn Sculpture

40th Anniversary Broad Ripple Art Fair, originally uploaded by DRheins.

you hang from gray pole

purple petal, so dang tall

fine art for Hoosiers

Speed Bump

Speed Bump, originally uploaded by DRheins.

I tried to swim but I could not float
Lived on the reservoir without a boat
Crashed in a shed with the fishing line
It wasn’t much, but what I had was mine

Hump day bump in the week
Took a chance I’d land on my feet
Speed trap, wrong side of the law
Put it all down to my ma and pa

Drat

Cheese and rice, he said

instead of saying J.C.

learning not to cuss

The coming season

There is nothing to be said
That could sway the coming season
Naked, tree-like, thin we stand
Stripped of bark and reason

The rutted road that took us here
Grown with underfed intention
Wildly we took smaller steps
Stumbling forward without convention

We played around in pre-formed masks
Pulled fancy wool over grape-skinned eyes
Followed Pollyanna in her pinstriped suit
Drank Kool-Aid until we lost our minds

Maybe it is time to stop eating meat
Go vegan and start making sense
Light the candles each Friday night
Celebrate the value of each week spent

It’s almost time for our trip to the woods
Alone each must seek his chosen spot
A small space to collect one's thoughts
Await the coming of the final day

A moment in time

From that bench you smile

wider than river water

a moment in time

On the banks of the Ohio River

Fish Sculpture, originally uploaded by DRheins.

caught on camera

painted fish and sticks

hook, line and stinker

After Rain

Love comes
unexpectedly
to the young
the unprepared
the casual let’s see what life brings.


Like the wetness
in the morning
after rain
she found herself in a deep damp place.

Alone
next to the boy she’d just met
the father of her
unborn child.

She pulls the covers
over her head
and hardly
breathes.

Bootstrapping

First Friday Art Tour, originally uploaded by DRheins.

wedge fingers push feet

inch my way up bloody walls

life of an artist

I'm Your Fan

Leonard Cohen sings

songs for my depressive soul

old man, I'm your fan

For Elijah

On this night

while the tallow

turns to gas

and the cup

stands unsipped

we repeat the old words aloud

and remember that

first road trip - our tribal escape

no time for bread

thru our long journey

take only water and wine

what will survive

the cold desert nights

wandering until the last Hebrew

slave has passed

Patrick Who Haiku

Did he save the kids?

Lead the snakes from the village?

Who was Saint Patrick?



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blue loo hit city

blue loo hit city, originally uploaded by DRheins.

creak up the old stairs

to do what you got to do

blue loo at hit city

Leaving my mark

Writing Haiku on the Wall, originally uploaded by DRheins.

the white walls are filled

ideas marked in bright colors

wipe, begin again

Trust Yourself

相信自己, originally uploaded by sodddaaaaaaa.

still the busy mind

wrap fingers round your eyelids

obey the silence

This is not here

kettle is not black

can't say bong in the bong shop

watch your words or else

Haiku on the Wall

Haiku on the Wall, originally uploaded by DRheins.

ink on old white wall

I pick a red pen, with felt

paint this star for you

Tease

First Friday of March

tree buds perk up fuzzy green

cool air hints of Spring

March of time

While Spring has not come

Snow melts and eager buds pop

push past dirt and time

On the Monon Trail

On the Monon Trail, originally uploaded by DRheins.

At the mile mark

We pause to tie our shoe lace

Dip stick the snow mound

Wake Up

Push back the thick sheet

pull up the old sack of skin

Paint my daily face

The Patient Predator

Hawk perched in my yard

watches the red cardinals

nature's winter games

Reboot Relax

reboot the mac pro

a cosmic giggle delay

take your time, life's short

Winter Woods

Walk in the Winter Woods , originally uploaded by DRheins.

After the roar of the party

I step out into the cold silence

breathe white steam before me

a bull out of the barn

Feel the solid crunch of leather boots on fresh flakes

the crisp leaves breaking

as each leg swings and sinks deep

I survey my land and smile

Something refreshing about being buried

in snow

Super Sunday At Last

Super Bowl Sunday

Big Day is here, turn on TV

crack open a beer


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Katrina, Fat Tuesday

American Jazz birth place,

Saints go marching home


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No blue under dog

Colts arrive ranked number one

Leave World Champions

After Thundersnow

After Thundersnow, originally uploaded by DRheins.

Indy Colts fans dig out after the biggest snowstorm of the year -- perhaps of decades -- slams its way across the country.

After Thundersnow

White blue deep snow fall

Scrape the bricks to clear the path

ready for game day

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Frosty the Colt Fan

http://www.wishtv.com/dpp/news/view-your-winter-weather-pics

Frosty the Colts Fan

Better than yellow 

Spirited man of blue snow

Frosty the Colt Fan

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Weekend Weather Report

Snowy in Indy

a balmy blue in South Beach

Sunday Colts will shine

Thursday Haiku for Super Bowl 44

Like hobbits true blue

we seek one Super Bowl Ring

must have our precious


***



Believe it, Go Colts!

Sing it, Post it, Tweet Go Colts

Scream Super Bowl team




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Got my jersey on

bought snacks and beer, I'm ready

Sunday please come soon

Hurricane Colts

A corn country wind

Hurricane Colts heads down South

Blue skies for Blue Crew

Ready and Able

Peyton makes plans as

Freeney's ankle grows stronger

Blue will be ready

Super Trip

Colts fan caravan

hot drive down to Miami

singing ourselves horse

Blue Monday

Playoffs won, its time

Two weeks til Super Sunday

Colts will be ready

A Prayer For Playoffs

Game day, Colts v. Jets

Manning passes make the day

Hoosier Victory!

Before the big game

Green garbed tab hack blogs

nit picks about Hoosier hicks

wait until game day

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No My Pet

I am not a cat person
nor do I keep a dog
share no especial equine love
lack affection for the frog

If left alone I don't embrace
fowl nor fish nor serpent race
Want no pet companions on life's lone path
I step solo, avoiding animal traps

Three haiku for January

iron bulldog stands
guard all who walk past my door
rusted trusted friend

***

out my back window
a mini park, snow blue firs
Indiana Zen

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both boots on, gloves, cap
grey yarn scarf wraps tight your face
time to go outside

If I were named poet laureate

If I were named poet laureate
I would put it on my tombstone
Print it in my obituary
Place gold stickers on all my books

If the powers that be could somehow see
Fit to name me to this great honor
I’d do what I could for haiku
Representing rhyme all the time

I can only imagine the wondrous glory
Open doors as head of poetry
VIP invites to all the best happenings
My face and girlfriend smiling on TMZ

I’d be sure to annotate all my flyers
My web page and personal stationery
Do you think the paparazzi will ever leave me alone?
Could I manage a talk show on BookTV?

If I were named poet laureate
I would straighten up my act
Practice narrow footfalls on the good path
Jump on the wagon and never go back

Flashback

Beachview Marquis Los Cabos, originally uploaded by DRheins.

winter days I see

breezes, bare feet, Cortez Sea

Mexico's warm land

Winter Storm

flat light grey and white

thick flakes cover unraked leaves

raining dance of ice

Morning Routine

scraping the stubble

clean, smooth I drag the blade cut

slap my face awake

Happy 2010