2017年12月27日
Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 296th. week
In gracious, of an old woman sitting to stay there, to shave her face.
In the new year beginning, on the black drum, to put the skin greedy.
A blue line, even a red line, to fade away it's only.
By her slender figure, for heated persons, spring will come.
A comb made from Japanese box, while standing to lack teeth of, to talk about our love.
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2017年12月20日
Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 295th. week
From being bustle, to get away far, an ambulance stays.
At the dingy, knocking the door, to be in a slump.
By yellow patrinia, wet on my middle finger, at the third of.
To get into a fight, tasting sea mustard only, in drinking miso soup.
On the last work day for me, to pile up the drums, for tipping.
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2017年12月13日
Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 294th. week
A star makes a circle, until Kawari laughing, the day will come.
A belly laughing, at the edge of a trap cellar, to hear leaking noise.
The back of an ema the small wooden plaques for pray, of an woman of my acquaintance, written down her name. Or, the hatred on an ema the small wooden plaques for pray, of an woman of my acquaintance, written down her name too.
Only alone a princess, in the end of sobbing, to leave the ship. Or, only alone a princess, in the end of sobbing, the ship moors.
To prove your innocence, to break one of the dishes or so, enough it might be.
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2017年12月06日
Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 293rd. week
You next to me, a woman if you were, it still better than.
From tonight, in a mirror I'm not to be reflected, to remain in a state.
At the corner in the alley, to turn, sucked in a vacuum cleaner we are.
The yobidashi to call sumo wrestlers, and to open his handed fan, losing his voice.
Of the Grim Reaper, the obituary to be told, running away for his life,
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2017年11月29日
Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 292nd. week
Like putting the cart before the horse, a pine set upside down, hairs grow.
Flushed in madder red, at a wing of the lavatory, a fruit fly waiting.
To repeat what his said, like the way to let down her hair, telling a lie.
Of Oberton, because of making light, in case of playing on the flute.
At the last moment, to chop green onion, using as nourishment.
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2017年11月22日
Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 291st. week
By breaking up, to be cracked in two, pieces of chinsuko Okinawa sweet.
Of her social standing, on getting above herself, a vampire comes.
Having a fit of coughing, also on my fingers, green laver sticks.
To draw lots, only remaining two or three, I'm sure it must be.
In a hurry, behind a hare, to pull out the chair.
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2017年11月15日
The Lion Sleeps Tonight
Not learn her lesson again, wanting to join hands with me, a girl is.
On Kewaizaka a sloping road, to be put down over there, a parasol is.
Only black key, lick and suck, playing in C major.
After yawning, to slouch, and greet in excessively polite.
The sad news to be told, scissors falls down, and stick on the floor.
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2017年11月08日
Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 289th. week
After five minutes, the bell finished to ring, who the criminal.
An object capable of attracting spirits also, to be reduced to ashes it's said, a vampire does.
A son like his father, to set a meal set before him, to bear up.
Also cold wintry wind, on back of her hand to count on the fingers, November has come.
Miso soup gets cold, one piece of wheat gluten, to increased volume.
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2017年11月01日
Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 288th. week
Dinosaur and tanks, in a straight line. the king has gone,
By pouring rain, of the people come to pick up them, their umbrellas like puckering up the lips.
After having draft beer, to wipe my mouth, being tapped my shoulder. Or, after having draft beer, to wipe my mouth, being told no longer necessary.
In a court, to sweat, two of them just only.
To do a staring contest, of my frequent rest room, at the back door.
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2017年10月27日
Que Sera
the song "Que Sera" from the album "Live By The Words
you can read the texts inspired by
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2017年10月25日
Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 287th. week
On a podium, rests stand in line, to turn red with anger.
Behind closed doors, two of my secrets, having lost.
To tarnish my own twilight years, how much is it worth, to catch at a straw.
Of the urethra, on the endless road, to walk down the same road.
On the back of a sheep, Of Chieko laughing, the bells also ring. Or, to load a sheep, of Chieko laughing, the bells also ring.
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2017年10月18日
Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 286th. week
On October, to wash the rain, a rainbow getting wet.
A purple moon, to come up because of, trying to fugitive.
On the beach, for a woman to see him off, the flowers come out. Or, on the beach, for a woman to see him off, flower fence are there.
Under the paper moon, far away, Asian royal fern grows.
On the beach wind, by the girls swinging their tits, being shaken down.
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2017年10月11日
Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 285th. week
To be completely beaten, after bathing, eaten as sliced and pickled octopus.
To blow my nose, a empty sprayer, hovering in the skies.
For my handkerchief, to remains of this summer, because of your collarbones.
To our final farewell, in the name of, telling a lie each other.
In spite of, to default on his debt, to be loved all the more.
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2017年10月04日
Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 284th. week
Three days ago, to turn my back to the witch, to yearn for her.
To start for the loo, down the long passage,to the other side.
Even autumn rain drizzles, two frogs are, a disgrace to.
Hearing sound of stewing, warming the vessel containing it in hot water by, warped red chopsticks are.
On her chin, to look for a mole, loose hairs swing.
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2017年09月27日
Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 283rd. week
Raining it ceases raining, your feeling to play truant, it's not that I understand.
Swaying to sway, no raven chirping, clothes hangers are.
Making a bow, to paint the lily, miso soup you have.
On drinking water, the clothing for the witch, dead stock it is.
To retaliate against, and after shaving are, different kinds from same root.
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2017年09月20日
Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 282nd. week
To a soprano singer, on the edge of her little finger, leather clothing put.
To make there no rambling, in the beginning, to make the heaven and the earth.
A woman in monochrome, to walk along with, under vermillion sunset.
To indicate, I'm charging me, while sitting down on my heels.
My middle finger is, to wondering over and over, on the edge of your belly button.
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2017年09月13日
Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 281st. week
On the tube, both of two girls, falling love I'm.
Sailing off the coast of, of crocodile, a child wearing leather made from.
Evening has come, I got three, five examinations left.
In a crevice, between a piece of potato and, vermilion you can find.
Of bottle gourd, on an opposite side of the room, the shadow can reach.
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2017年09月06日
Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 280th. week
With my right‐hand man, to the other side of La Seine, to across.
With their children, putting on up the stairs, dogs food.
A warning is, sounding a mild day, on Sunday.
With her teeth black a married woman, and the tongue over there, smiling a friendly.
The Summer has gone, an odor of mold runs, the days also.
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2017年08月30日
Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 279th. week
Of Pont Mirabeau, a posthumous child, to see yesterday.
Against the moon with his back, on his tiptoes running, a male goes.
Putting on aslant, grilled meat balls on three sticks, so lonely it seems.
To have turned a blind eye to, with her fingers, ahead a cigar.
A solution to there is, of an utter stranger, on the canvas.
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2017年08月23日
Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 278th. week
A woman cries, a telegraph pole bending, and shakes.
A movie director does, to hold his camera, grow grow grow bigger he cries.
At the early evening in this summer, to peel a plaster off, it licks there.
The party's over, on the opposite lane, a bus goes.
Also no umbrella I have, thunder rolls, free time I get.
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