2025年08月27日
Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 685th. week
The dirt poor, to wipe by a white cloth, molding into.
Kṣitigarbha, by one sheet of paper, becoming as the king. Or, Kṣitigarbha, by one sheet of paper, make him agree.
On our collection day, one of the dancers, to stock up on.
Three months left, to realize the nights, babies comes.
For the one horn, not helpful, a translation device there is. Or, with a horn, not helpful, a translation device there is.
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2025年08月20日
Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 684th. week
For a rise my rank, to have our cups after another, with the paramour.
Just a bull-scare, your duty it is, for you a soldier. Or, just a bull-scare, your duty it is, soldiers run away.
A manju, in his mouth and run away, a non-drunker only.
To chomp down, not to be shrewd, for beating the heat.
Dangerous it seems, the news from the public health center, I received.
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2025年08月13日
Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 683rd. week
Of Tropics, on the northern and the southern, to fold in three.
Which one? or toy blocks, or a passenger car.
In lavatory is she, three of her familiars, getting down on their knees.
A raw egg poured, of a woman taken her clothes off, on her bay window. Or, eat it with raw egg poured, after taking off her clothes, with to see her bay window.
Failing to kill himself, on corner of a cake of tofu, three pieces of his hair.
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2025年08月06日
Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 682nd. week
Coming to the wrong place, visiting with knowledge of, working for the company. Or, coming to the wrong place, visiting to summon, working for the company.
In the jungle, losing our way, to step back.
To the dug-in, like a swing swings, creaky sounds I hear.
A kuunyan - girl, holding a twig up, leads way Or, a kuunyan - girl, holding a twig up, eggs on.
A maize, to split in two after, having a quarrel.
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2025年07月30日
Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 681st. week
My misstep it is, returning her smile, with the head off.
About the battle, deaf years as far as, concerned, the duchesse is. Or, about the public bath, , deaf years as far as, concerned, the duchesse is.
A maiden gone, with her laundry basket, swaying in the wind. Or, a maiden gone, in her laundry basket, swaying in the wind.
In rainbow colour, of a tongue in a cockatoo, slices washed in cold water. Or, in rainbow colour, of a tongue in a ohmu, slices washed in cold water. Otherwise, rainbow colur what is, of a tongue in a cockatoo, slices washed in cold water.
In Omagari, standing alone there, a Hell's mechanical beasts is. Or, turning a big curve, standing alone there, a Hell's mechanical beasts is.
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2025年07月23日
Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 680th. week
By muddy water, swallowed and went out, their greedy. Or, by muddy water, swallowed and went out, into the greedy river.
A curry bowl, of the vanishing point, the other side on.
A pig squeals, pulling an all nighter for knitting, in my carry-all bag. Or, no pork in, pulling an all nighter for knitting, in my carry-all bag.
Of the tofu shop, Ken-chan run rampaged, so mashed tofu salad for our supper.
She sinks, easy laughing each other to see, with the captain and the first officer.
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2025年07月16日
Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 679th. week
The alarm, wanted to be lifted, on our bottom of the fifth inning.
On gazing upward to, its condition pinched in, like a lattice tower.
Of the famous store, a pole for noren, broken the day it is.
An aftershock isn't it, no making broken down, our hiyayakko.
Of barium, only taste remembering, and going home.
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2025年07月09日
Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 678th. week
Going on humanity, just a little off of there is, an animal trail.
Who cares, to blow on a whistle, picking after.
To brag about, calling his hole card, making her taking off all.
The order-taker, to the captain on the tree, taking leave of.
To the sprinkling of water in, not to know where, peeing myself.
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2025年07月02日
Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 677th. week
To be named if you want, treated unkindly, in the farm we are.
In the cellar, a wooden fish alone, the sound of beating we hear.
My choice this is, of women in the brothel, to receive applause.
On coming to a T, having become to me, a Hariri is.
In the heat of a day, brewing the lukewarm, a hand also dozes.
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2025年06月25日
Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 676th. week
Shears for sewing, of a female procuring, on her knees.
Obstinate how he was, on the apples, a skull of him there.
After cleaning, on a small window at, an artificial arm left.
A gourd, to debar laying down, morning after drink comes.
To crescendo, back of sonar sounds I hear, a singer must be.
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2025年06月18日
Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 675th. week
Through the desert Making journey, like a hero wannabe, with a midget.
The daddy the little, barely escape with the life, finally to make the bow.
Breaking Into, already the previous visitors, in Osaka having backed.
His master gone, Tochi-no-Arashi the dog has, a mole around his lips.
To live within her means, not to know so, by using her sexual charm.
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2025年06月11日
Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 674th. week
On the evening twilight time, climbing down on the eave, a water drop falls.
It is said that it dreams, at the bottom of waste oil, a pearl there is.
What is one its mind, large on the screen, one eye is shown.
Of the red-light district, cozy at the roadside, a travelers' guardian deity stands.
Pieces of red paper, or pieces of blue following, swirling are.
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2025年06月04日
Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 673rd. week
On her chest, a shining salmon, dazzled he is.
For money, how many ships, he made fonder.
By lupe, already unnecessary, for his name discovering on a ranking list.
To make inroads, shorting three like monkeys, an alien is.
The shifting votes, going with the flow, just before still water. Or, a buoy set tough, going with the flow, just before still water.
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2025年05月28日
Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 672nd. week
Frogs are croaking, like bamboo shoots after the rain, his phimosis does. Or, frogs are croaking, as spring up mushrooms, their phimosis does.
The hairy thing, the monster I defeated, my mother it was.
For scramble to escape, of a crazy bull, as outrider.
At an accident site, cannot believe his eyes, a flasher even unit does.
On the day for an assassination, the third for his artificial hands it is, of the tank commander.
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2025年05月21日
Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 671st. week
With a street girl, to have picked them up, a father has many children.
Speaking the truth about, because of, ganged up on.
The sun goes down, all quiet of he says, at the schoolhouse behind.
Making boisterously noises, without parasols, pterodactyloideas fly.
With a conceived child, flushing with water, my mauvais sang. Or, with a conceived child, to let bygones by bygones, my mauvais sang.
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2025年05月14日
Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 670th. week
For the courage of test, painted in red, the lip yokai for transform to.
On the top of a lattice tower, devouring to dream of, Tori-otoko stands.
After filleting it three pieces, the body of a woman, how well-ventilated is.
To wipe off, left it tilted, its cornerstone I found.
In the women's college, beside a lavatory, something with three hairs is.
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2025年05月07日
Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days,the 699th. week
Of the empty, a cradle sways, tomorrow night (something happens).
A visit to a grave it might be, far from the sea, hailing it is.
In the bored, stream cannot be seen, and an echo of a flute I hear.
Not like that, you the procurer, to snuggle I prefer.
Be hit by a ricochet, having a nose bleed, a dragoon stands. Or, caught in the crossfire, having a nose bleed, a dragoon stands.
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2025年04月30日
Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 698th. week
Of holocaust, picking a fire stick up, to get dinner organized.
Above the hill, the Golden Bat, the piano he plays. Or, above the hill, the Golden Bat, the piano he tugs.
On seasonal change of clothing, by wind underarm hair also, drying in the sun.
Falling in his love it is said, on the chest of a maiden, a grenade putting on.
The hell-bent on his revenge, the last one, totally forgot. Or, the hell-bent on his revenge, the last one, forget and has gone.
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2025年04月23日
Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 697th. week
Towards the kennel, forget your master aren't you, she cries.
Gooey how it, at the bottom of fuel oil, holding an woman.
On evening in spring, at the garden of the boss's, to make a blunder. Or, Because of getting drunk, at the garden of the boss's, peeing myself.
On their engagement, coming to visit, a fake shepherd is.
Caught in a shower, idling his time away, a water sprinkler is. Or, caught in a shower, selling oil, a water sprinkler is.
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2025年04月16日
Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 696th. week
Of his mid summer gift, as it turned out, a thief on a journey in there.
Beyond tide direction, of fish roe, at their best
Catty-corner to my table, giving and taking their sake cups, she with the boss.
Of the motor lodge, allover the floor, round-leaved sundews glow.
With an edible dog, of a baby found, to stand sponsor to them.
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