2016年06月29日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 219th. week

Her own elbow, carrying it under her left arm, and a woman waiting for.
Smeared with blood you are, of the left eye yours, in madder dyed.
After bath, clipping your nails, being a slight stoop.
On the gamelan music, to be left the bells ring, lively noise it is.
On a day for parting, to hide many faults, to have seaweed soup.

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2016年06月22日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 218th. week

To clear the soroban, whether or not, make it restart.
On Father's Day, on the plea of to do, pull hairs out of my nostrils.
To starboard, the duck tales go, under downwind.
Being already hard to break up, because of dressing your hair, too hard to tear myself from you.
Shaved ice served, during having melted, the high‐necked she wear I see.

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2016年06月15日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 217th. week

In front of one, pitched utter darkness, on the desktop.
Has entered the rainy season, not time for it, instant noodles to eat.
In the vacuum‐packed, has been burnt a little, a sanma grilled a saury is.
Of overnight's, a dream on the tracks, to chase for.
A defeated general, to be made talkative, by his wife wearing his pants.

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2016年06月08日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 216th. week

At a ticket gate, to cast a net. getting bycatch it is. Or, at a ticket gate, to cast a net. a bastard it is.
With a chopstick rest, before draining hot water, to amuse myself.
To trace out a figure-of-eight, to put side by side, two dry cells.
A cake of soap, a washbasin on a slant, underneath there. Or, a cake of soap, a washbasin made of lotus, underneath there.
Getting into my middle finger, just in an instant, to make it ripen.

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2016年06月01日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 215th. week

To hold hands, a scar by rubber band, her ring finger to be injured.
By newly-married woman, like carring with it a whiff of, rattling of the house comes.
Two Buddhist priests, on a lotus pedestal their chins, going a million miles away. Or, in the Japanese New Year, a chin on the stand, going a million miles away.
Not having enough to drink, to crush it in my hand, tasting an empty can.
At siesta time, to pretend a cat, put my hands in.

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2016年05月25日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 214th. week

It would be nice I hope, from the depth in your pupil, a hand extended.
Three toothbrushes to string out there, what is the family like, you think.
As the night goes, no cats moaning even if, the city is there. Or, as the night gets old, no cats moaning even if, the city is there.
For being frolicsome, by her fingers in red to put on my lips, a broken nail of.
The rosy‐cheeked, to polish by sleeve and bite, a vice he has.

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2016年05月18日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 213rd. week

Drying laundry in my room, to stare at them, a black fly comes to fly.
Eye drops for hay fever, only a few remaining in the dropper, fine weather in May it comes.
In polka‐dot patterns, to count up to, to be broken an appointment with.
Even if my sweat, while keeping silent, jilts me.
About the double-headed, by his internal organs, lump together we can.

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2016年05月11日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 212nd. week

Swinging her hatchet, a dream of an old woman’s, having dreamt and think about. Or, making a drastic cut, a dream of an old woman’s, having dreamt and think about.
To be censured, and instant soup to drank, in the sweat of my brow.
You only, left alone, the terminal at.
Waiting for our pursuers, clawing on a window pane, also an bug’s.
On breathing deeply, repeating two times, to get a late start.

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2016年05月04日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 211st. week

If my child he is, must pick up, a seed of podded peas.
To turn his head, axing kick, and raking on a kimono hanger.
The insects are, because of smashing tatamis, his being away it’s saying.
Before lunch time, rolling a pencil and, glasses make sounds.
To take revenge for my father’s, 100 years later, ask to a cup of tea.

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2016年04月27日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 210th. week

Sinking in sorrow, baby in your black, wet paint it is.
By way of revenge, to try to smash up, your cell phone.
To Yugawara, a panel for a door, adding gravel.
A bar's fallin', my right arm couldn't move, dangling in the air.
Some of pending legislations, on the dust, to be shelved.

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2016年04月20日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 209th. week

The inmost space from here, no need to call it dark, no gloom it is also.
A magic carpet, to take a slut on, and goes to fly.
To put on the board, waves by centipede's legs, to surf and ride.
Who carrying on my back, a woman, a complete stranger to I am.
Having rested my cheek in my hand, receiving no spam also, in this night.

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2016年04月13日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 208th. week week

A tip of a chicken wing, floating just only one, on the sea of cherry blossoms.
Her vein, having surfaced in blue, and crawled into her cleavage.
Its nuts, to try to snap, how flesh you know.
Being slapped, no way to right back at, besides no money to give back.
To get tired of swimming, on her belly of the girl called as Kame, playing fan tan. Or, to get tired of swimming, on her belly of the tortoise, playing fan tan.

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2016年04月06日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 207th. week

For the theremin, by his fingers to play, being touched.
On his way to, depending on his tongue about 9 cm long, a blind serpent goes. Or, on his way to, winning somebody over by power of eloquence, a blind serpent goes.
Cold weather has returned in the season of cherry blossoms, the futons has not dried yet, to turn them the other way.
Your skin, being seen through, on the back of a chair.
After the fall of, in the night left lonely, spinning a top.

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2016年03月30日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 206th. week

A piper, to cover his mouth with it is said, an enigmatic cloth this is.
Only an orphan, like "up, up, and away", soars in the sky.
After five o'clock, (like) licking his lips, to clean out mud from a drain.
Even the prince, if sitting next to, so lonely may be.
Seals thrown by, if make sounds, how sounds it.

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2016年03月23日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 205th. week

Stained with the blood, shining in the rays of the snow, a woman face is. Or, stained with the blood, coming out on the snow, a woman face is.
In my spare time, to eat and cross, on the red‐painted bridge. Or, in my spare time, to eat and cross, by the red-painted chopsticks.
To be neutered, a dog to think about of, a morning has come.
All along the watchtower, shadow of which, chasing for.
A snail says, dancing and dancing a little bird, a cloud of dust over there. Or, in a cochlea, to go ahead the boogeyman, a cloud of dust over there.

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2016年03月16日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 204th. week

Easy money for you, one person you kill only.
That's over, no one can touch, burning cigarette end.
In the hell, a book about Pantheism, to read eagerly.
To be made to stand while in class, watching Diet proceedings on tv., to have finished.
A rook at the side of, lonely a pawn, only standing on.

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2016年03月09日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 203rd. week

My fetus, along the my thigh, on the run.
Of her tits, a ridge on the other side, having flied a kite.
From its white beard, going round and round, to make cotton candy.
Under your clothe, scarlet dots may be there, how many now? Or, Under your clothe, scarlet dots may be there, how old are you now?
To order the home delivery, on a break from betting, to have an affair with you. Or, o order the home delivery, on a break from eating soba without toppings, to have an affair with you.

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2016年03月02日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 202nd. week vol. 2

The painted by Hokusai, to turn a somersault, crape-myrtle is.
To sharpen my claws, my mother having been missing, waiting for.
For his birthday, forming rust, a teacup putting into.
After the death three days have passed, on the desk, thousand origami cranes are there.
Spring has come, us in this mortal, to ride unicycles.

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 202nd. week vol. 1

To run her tongue, a slug crawling, for chasing his tracks.
On my right hand, of having wept the child's eyes out, chyogamis papers with colored figures.
For his irresponsible lies, on the count of three, with playing hopscotch.
New month will come, to put a lid on the morning sun, in the night.
For the girl, nipping her in the bud, to attack by stones.

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2016年02月17日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 200th. week

Of three fingers, on the wall in the washroom, golden colour being dyed.
At World Peace Day, not to be useful for making the pleasure, vases are.
In the between passion and amor, it beats out.
Only two plates there, numbers of ass, as many as colours we need.
A person come to an inquiry, on her barefoot, a remark on crimson there is.

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