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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Special From IndySocial
Tab Dis Ignites Hoosier Blogosphere
A furor has erupted across the Hoosier blogosphere, over some not-so-complimentary comments by a New York City tabloid reporter. In his New York Daily News column and blog, Matt Lysiac wrote that being a tourist in Hoosierland was about as exciting as watching corn grow. The rude East Coaster complained that there was nothing to do in Indy for the tourist, beyond Starbucks and cow tipping.

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

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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