Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 40th. week vol. 2

Like "The Wind Has Risen" written by Hori Tatsuo, to dare to have a cough, is it ahead sick?
By cold water in winter, a raccoon, nor an Azukiarai (the japanese spirit, which makes a mysterious noise that sounds like azuki beans being washed or ground near a river or other body of water).
It's my incubation period, a shortage of women, 35 ages.
It snows, a debt collector will wake on dawn.
Gathering their ashes, Jurassic nor Cretaceous nor Triassic, which period it is.

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 40th. week vol. 1

On her lips, putting his fingers, is a trumpet player.
Though giving your word, pretending not to know, only a hanger is here.
Wandering aimlessly, cutting nails, the 21st fingers'.
By slicking talk, on the social net, being thrown battles of molotov cocktail.
Through the rear sight, I can see, falling down Tatsuya Jinnou, from the comic "Star Of David" created by Masaaki Sato.

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2013年01月16日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 39th. week vol. 2

From midnight spending the night with, muddily falling and falling into a doze and a doze, till the middle of the day.
Here's Satan standing by, if looking back to, just my shadow it is.
And you and I, ruling and making something our own (or sliding and tumbling) in the whole universe of a billion worlds (that Buddha enlightened).
At ashes builded up, the sound of the growing hot water and siren, I hear. Or, At ashes builded up, after the sound of the growing hot water, and silence comes here.
At the inpatients' ward, a cigar butt for a feeding cup mistaken.

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 39th. week vol. 1

Before the dawn, getting two stupa and put sth up for auction.
Rent a hot-water bottle from a snow child, a winter spirit, and be frozen to death.
By the game of 'paper, stone and scissors', it's a fool to select 'paper' firstly.
Diving into and crawling, the endoscope is, like the comic "Hikaru Kaze : Shinin' The Wind" created by Tatsuhiko Yamagami.
If looking down your drain, can understand how useless you are.

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2013年01月09日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 38th. week

One‐sided, laughing Tange Sazen's paper umbrella with a bull's-eye design , who is a fictional character of a swordsman created by Fubo Hayashi.
A dream's over, a coffin is sinking like a treasure ship.
Staring at first sight, on a broadsword, snow is coming down in large flakes. Or, Staring at first sight, to brandish a broadsword, it's snowing down in large flakes.
Singing the song "Dekansyo Bushi", Bisamratta at your bedside.
A wing of the cicada, counting the numbers of lost songs, children there are.

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2013年01月02日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 37th. week

Snowing here comes, shaking tits, shaking hips and also let them die. Or, it's snowing, with fathers, and the people who shaking their hips will die, too.
Kicking by the heel, playing a ghost leg with a geisha girl at the spa town.
From someone putting on a red bib, getting a rice cake, at the Jizo-do, the shrine for Ksitigarbha.
Muddy water, filled with, the collarbones of the Jakotsu Baba, the Japanese monster of a snake charmer, appearing as an old woman.
Snapping a toothbrush to use as the bridge for the Sanzu River. Or, snapping a toothbrush to use as chopsticks at the Sanzu River.

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2012年12月26日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 36th. week

On the hand of an orphan, put for a substitute, the head of a toad.
In her arm, the ears of bulrush are shaking, only seeing the back of the old woman.
The man with a gentle nature, who has no strength and no power for, is a bum.
No kiseru, a Japanese smoking pipe there is, which can make a sharp sound if it is stricken at a ashtray, so I can hardly get out of from my kotatsu, a Japanese foot warmer like an bug which has lived in it.
Just only five minutes, in the lump ten fried chickens, to fill our mouth.

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2012年12月19日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 35th. week vol. 2

A long nail, 150 mm length, it is said being used for self‐defense, in name only.
Delete, delete and delete, R U happi?
Fishing in troubled waters is it, trying to open a shell and eat a pearl in it.
Just three days it is left, to ask what is the raison d'etre for the flag, on the drifting ship.
Your shadow is forestalling and folding his arms to waiting for you.

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 35th. week vol. 1

Saying "I love you", having tried to lick your crutch, as much as possible.
Even if still holding your tongue, you have your swollen right cheek.
Turning and turning this glove, how many hundred million years it has past.
Even if the lantern of the hermit, it can light up no future.
Also the terrestrial television waves are frozen by this cold air mass because we are attacked by Peguila, the monster from the TV program "Ultra Q", of which the episode 14 it made Tokyo in "Ice Age".

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2012年12月12日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 34th. week vol. 3

By innocence of a bagworm, a joro spider is moved. (A joro spider has two means. One is a real existence spider, of which scientific name is Nephila clavata. Another is a ghost or goblin of Japanese folklore.)
Having drunken tequila and fallen unconscious, so a bottom of a bottle you can see.
In the dead of my child, after drinking over (his blood), as Hariti does.
At twilight (someone asks who is he), on the Buddha's palm of the hand, a landowner he must be.
Only a castrate there is, a flute for nihility by whom is taken along with.

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 34th. week vol. 2

A fly in the winter, by the deceased, there is.
A love child have recoated one more color of manicure on her finger's nails.
Under sugegasa, a kind of Japanese conical Asian hat, the eyes are shining brighter in gold.
Algae grow thickly we can see, flogs make sounds we can hear, spring might have come.
A folded paper crane I makes for drinking myself as a side dish, a fly stayed on a small dish.

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 34th. week vol. 1

So, my hands are chapped, be laughed at by Tsurube-otoshi, a creature from Japanese folklore, lurks in the tops of trees and drops down on unsuspecting humans (he has only a big face, off course, he has no hands).
On this island, I would like fishing catfish, like Don Gaba-cyo.
By a ball of yarn, on the jungle gym, solve a mystery, Guglielmo da Baskerville will.
To imitate the captain Ahab, waving his arm to appear inviting, a scarecrow has gone.
Or Naishi or Shikibu, becoming rivals in love on playing karuta, Japanese card game. Or, if not Shikibu, losing to rivals in love on playing karuta, Japanese card game.

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2012年12月05日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 33rd. week an addendum

The child of a pimp appeared between two pretty women, and sang "chi-chi-pa-pa" from the song "In The School Of Tree Sparrows".
The child of a sumo wrestler appeared and sang "chi-chi-pa-pa" from the song "In The School Of Tree Sparrows", like his stamping on the ring for a warm‐up.
The child from the kabuki world appeared and sang "chi-chi-pa-pa" from the song "In The School Of Tree Sparrows", like his walking along the passageway leading to and from the stage with exaggerated movements.
The child of a geisha girl appeared and sang "chi-chi-pa-pa" from the song "In The School Of Tree Sparrows" with the performance from the dance "Yakko-san, the pages".
Saheiji from the movie "Sun InThe Last Days Of The Shogunate" directed by Yuzo Kawashima, was unable to contain himself, appeared and sang "chi-chi-pa-pa" from the song "In The School Of Tree Sparrows" with the performance from the dance "Yakko-san, the pages".

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 33rd. week vol. 2

Nothing but burnt‐out ruins there is, a thief at a fire is dumbfounded.
With gold ingots, be locked up (by the friend), and starve to death.
Spreading out her legs and rolling, Proserpina with her pomegranate is.
To meet secretly at the sausage factory, a penanggalan, a variation of the vampire, and which is a detached female head with her stomach and entrails dangle below and flying in the night.
Impudently, light fire with my match, a thief posing as fellow traveller does. Or, scratching and scratching my matches to light fire, a thief posing as fellow traveller does.

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 33rd. week vol. 1

Buying a new calendar for a new year, at first we will check how many holidays in that May is there.
A endoscope through my body, from the anus to the mouth, shakes my back teeth.
Going bed with a woman, I find the words "prohibition of resale" on her body.
In the winter, only a nukenin, the ninja who escaped from his group which he was used to belong to, dashes on a desire path. Or, the winter is coming faster like it runs, so, on a desire path, there is only a nukenin, the ninja who escaped from his group which he was used to belong to.
Must be an evening primrose, a girl who plays the flute, whose nose bleeds. Or, must be an evening primrose, a girl who plays blowing job, on her period.

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2012年11月28日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 32nd. week vol. 2

In front of blood pressure meter, it has been a half period for days of moratorium.
Holding a new‐born baby, at the thicket, had fallen into decay.
Watching my bed upside-down, for your reward, you should be just waiting.
Also in this winter, with the precocious girl, I want to watch the God's Crossing on this lake when it is frozen. Or, also in this winter, with Too-Ticky, I want to watch the God's Crossing on this lake when it is frozen.
Say goodbye to Tokyo, unless saying something still having feeling for, I blow my nose.

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 32nd. week vol. 1

When you strike me by a bachi hebi, a hammer's spawn, is a legendary snake-like cryptid from Japan, you can hear good sounds from my stomach, because it is fat like a beer barrel.
They come from Khlysts if you go into their past life, also the Akarenger from the Gorenger and Bera from Humanoid Monster Bem.
Drinking a glass of water, which order of soup is correct, before or after, a Chinese spoon is here.
To be parboiled, how strange, beans are brighten. Or, to be parboiled, so beans becomes brighten, of which the place of origin is Myo-chiku-lin, the strange bamboo thicket.
As it is said, pretending not to see, a hammerhead shark is.

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2012年11月21日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 31st. week vol. 3

The dogs will find the Zanba-to, the sword of the Slum King is blowing in the wind.
In an evening of this winter, two of haiku poets pouring their own sake each other, are there. Or, drinking in this winter, two of the disabled pouring their own sake each other, are there.
Getting a windbill, near the signboards, I've thrown up. Or, broken the appointment, (so I've drunken until) the doors closed, I've thrown up.
Let's start a fresh, and hang yourself.
The bronze statue of a naked girl, wondering when it will be coated with verdigris, this spring has not come, yet.

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 31st. week vol. 2

When I've finished to read, I found the clockwork was warped, of which should be sicked in my screw.
In the next morning, it had calmed down the cold wintry wind, a match seller was there. Or, in the next morning, it had calmed down the cold wintry wind, so, we could sell our matches as business.
Chasing the dead woman, at Nakoso Station, raising a cloud of ashes (and I lost). (In Japanese, "Nakoso" means "don't come" or "don't follow".)
Jika-tabi, an outdoor footwear worn in Japan, when we put off, there is fragrantsweet‐smelling, it tells us here comes December.
Where the sound comes from, the girl is chasing it, from walking four miles to nine miles. (In Japanese winter. we can see roast sweet potato vendors in our streets,. They appears on the cars with the sound made by the chimneys of their boilers. Their advertising copy says "The flavor of roast sweet potatoes is much better than of chestnuts." It sounds same as "Thirteen miles is equal as nine miles and four miles" in Japanese language.)

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 31st. week vol. 1

Don't hear his tweets, please judge by my looks, the oriental dollarbird I am. Or, don't lend your ear to him, please look at me, the oriental dollarbird I am. (In Japan people believed the oriental dollarbird can tweet bu-po-so. And bu-po-so can be translate to "buddha, sila, monk", so they believe the bird can tweet bu-po-so is very faithful. So it named as bu-po-so in Japan. But the oriental dollarbird cannot tweet bu-po-so in real. Actually, the bird can tweet bu-po-so is the eurasian scops-owl. This truth can be found in 1935.)
Cutting short the advance hint of the story, so, we can get a grand finale. Or , by mistake, cutting short the advance hint of the story, so the story is just over.
At Nichome, to look down on pumpkin tempuras, split their chopsticks. Or, at Nichome, looking pumpkin tempuras and the ass of the lover, split chopsticks to eat.
Be disgusted, a lisping girl tries to take the initiative. Or, Be disgusted, a girl with short tongue tries to grasp my stick.
Loving somebody's lover, a woman from France, a Japanese macaque do.

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