2026年02月25日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 711st. week

After school, Hulk out her alone, to the moon seeing.
A chocolate vine is it, deep in throat only, at half year later.
The party is over, at a desert building, he types on.
On sumo tournament at a village, illustrated Choju-giga on the face, the than shan (as the gunbai) is.
Like a dream she said, chasing after a rabbit, and deflowering.

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2026年02月18日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 710th. week

Her blunt refusal, if i fall in love, to a partisan I do.
His baton says, not to ring, your tambourine.
On the death anniversary, from bottom of the swamp, her red clothing surfaces.
The monoeye, to imitate a fool, and watches. Or, the monoeye, to imitate a fool, tries.
On post-deadline, also the nincompoop, hits it. Or, on post-deadline, also the nincompoop, win it.

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2026年02月11日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 709th. week

Hey you, so as to saying, to be appointed.
Long ago, A gorilla riding, a tricycle there.
Though dying in the sun, no matter how much time passes, muddy stays muddy.
The masterless, keep turning, a disk still there.
Having a yosenabe one on one, to feel no sympathy, in my mind I will (not).

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2026年02月04日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 708th. week

By a barren woman, fallen in love with at first sight, there are times for me.
Salmon roe bowl is, for cuttlefish's at Choshi, a floating pillow.
A child wearing a polo neck, for whistle signal not to be able to hear, shaking a hand.
After school, in place of a whip, fire chopsticks in hot being used.
Muramasa the sward, got rusty, I don't care what.

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2026年01月28日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 707th. week

About Cornel Sir., a strange rumor there, it's not that.
Shaking lotus, of a stone thrown, by a ripple.
Turning the age of forty, a tortoise lying on his belly, sleeps alone.
The condoler also, to load, a hearse go.
My hiccups, by (eating) eel legs, turning into a joke.

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2026年01月21日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 706th. week

A chaplain, with a woman three months pregnant, had eloped.
The blood spatter, an easy laughter is, by the nurse.
Under the evening moon, going to say the final goodbyes for his friend, she had gone as is.
Printed on the textbook, a rectangle, tracing over and over.
Spring has come, should pass by, your house.

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2026年01月14日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 705th. week

After the orgy, on a remain, getting afternoon sun.
At the bus stop, a streetwalker stands alone, with no umbrella.
If the wind blows, of the woman riding on a rocking horse, her coccyx there is.
The dusk has fallen, to cheek to cheek though, an alien he is.
To make a drastic cut, behead, and make broth.

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2026年01月07日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 704th. week

After cleaning a ditch, on a heap of rubble, the throne there.
A sponge, flogged to death, be like a wrinkled frog.
Of a balloon, deflating, to take her leave.
The typhoon gone, dried fishes begin to rotate, under nightlights.
After killing all of them, on the crotch of a dog, a red flower blooms. Or, after killing all of them, on grey field-speedwell, a red flower blooms.

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2025年12月31日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 703rd. week

Hime daruma doll, tumbling rolly polly, into a washing machine.
On my bed, behaving as if she is, to growl like a fierce dog.
When to clap, they never know, because of his long lines.
On the top of a lattice tower, dancing with, Shingo was born.
Of rural crafts, like a fish figure, sour he smells.

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2025年12月24日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 702nd. week

Also taxies waiting for customers, there aren't, at the station in ruins.
Wearing the straw cape, and lose her legs, a snake woman was born.
By a sprinkling rain, written on the back of a dana, exactly as it said.
Two orphans, at trove of their remains, playing hide-and-seek.
The widow, about gunfight, in her wheelhouse is.

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2025年12月17日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 701st. week

In Odawara, just keep nodding, the priest is. Or, at never-ending discussion, just keep nodding, the priest is.
With his second wife and, should have eaten, oyakodons. Or, with his second wife and, should have made love, both of them.
On parting way, taking my one sleeve, to blow our nose.
At the shooting range, the person in her love, bubble gum inflating.Or, at the shooting range, the person in her love, bubble gum as his prize to get.
At the single-person cells, three buckcrack of them, to try lining up.

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2025年12月10日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 700th. week

Residing in Denver, of the youngest daughter, wisdom tooth (how about).
At the station hotel, the man fired up, is there.
Com poppy, of the fire fighter, in his heart don't you. Or, foolish flower, of the crush outer, in his heart don't you.
From the washing area, of biting into takuans, the sound I hear.
At the Isarago, like a sailing ship, to do a moonlight flit.

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2025年12月03日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 699th. week

The jellied fish of, same as at the lunatic asylum, takes like.
Toward up a hill, call her yo-ho, making fool myself. Or, toward up a hill, call her yo-ho, to find a stupid girl.
Of daddies, picking up the dreams, and in my pocket.
By the days of the month ending five or zero, fluttering down, the landlords is.
The skinny frog, wrapping a bleached cloth around, to carrying a fish-preparer under cover.

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2025年11月26日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 698th. week

On ghost festival, with two of jailer in the hell, playing a poor game of shogi.
On October gods are away from Shito Shrine, waste papers of o-mikuji, fluttering in the wind.
At the desert island, st. Antoine, I'm reproachful (by Shunkan).
Getting wet to her skin, a girl try to throw herself, he falls in love.
One for a streetwalker, dividing in two, a steamed sweet potato we have.

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2025年11月19日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 697th. week

Is it by gore, wearing on yesterday, your clothes in red is.
Of your tender skin, try to trace, contour lines.
After having breakfast, off the difficult situation, continuing where we left.
Your Lips, applying after burning, like an ointment.
A scar by livestock branding, the rain on yesterday, when it rains.

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2025年11月12日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Daysthe 696th. week

Swathed in algae, selfish open itself, like a woman.
Cleaning out the gutters, by finding a body, coming to an end.
One of their buddy, left him alone, aliens do.
On sneaking in, two of toothbrushes, put in a vase.
To pick one of, falling from persimmon tree, a sniper does.

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2025年11月05日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 695th. week

From the celebration, escaping quietly, a headache sufferer.
On the decisive game, putting forwards in on, being stumped by. Or, on the decisive game, to expose your femininity, being stumped by.
In the middle of their subdued conversation, playing cat's cradle, his fingers tangle.
Of my grand master, lying in her lap, the night comes.
Missed you, even if I sing, under a gravestone you are.

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2025年10月29日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 694th. week

By the end of our escape, arriving at the geographical pole, on earl afternoon.
Clutching her to my breast, her strait across bangs, a wound front.
Do not to laugh all I could it is, the toneri a junior clerk with his tail, lush and bushy fur is.
Standing on stirrups, with swaying Naomi, trains for horse ridding.
A submarine, turning over, and dry in the sun.

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2025年10月22日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 693rd. week

May I see your tickets? in front of the restroom, blocked out of the way.
His sorrow, can't cover up so, dancing the charleston.
My door-money, to throw and hit it, at Nio-mon Gate.
Of the hanging body, on the right hand, 21 spelled.
On my way back, slurping udon noodles, still lingering on the day.

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2025年10月15日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 692nd. week

At before our supper, the lid of her suspicion, trying to take off.
Only having still feeling for though, by domino topping, to say good-bye.
Awake from our dream, the trattoria also having gone to, snowing there. Or, awake from our dream, the trattoria also having gone to, under the snow.
To sober up, tossing his sake cup, giving his esteemed words.
On the marshalling yard, on this time, what a bird catches sight of.

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