2024年07月24日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 658th. week

On the cast-iron pan, melting your light arm, to turn over for.
Where close to each other, the place hiding a cadaver, on the pile of straw.
On the official bulletin board, singing, a cuckoo is.
Come to an end, who just remaind, a girl alone.
Crawling up on her knees, a maid attending through the night, fart smells.

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2024年07月17日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 657th. week

A kuroko with though, Standing alone, outside of the night.
At the foot of a bridge, bending herself forward, not to confess a love.
Under the tower, how many are there, good-for-nothings looking up.
Imitating the behavior of her elder sister, playing a love game, twelve years old she is.
Along the route of the railway, offerings of the flowers swaying, every five minutes.

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2024年07月10日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 656th. week

Hard to believe it is, of the person from the another planet, by rheumy eyes though.
The Spaceless teacher of haiku, compered with, (the odds are against him).
His revenge, having been left not to take, the second summer has already come.
On the passenger seat in my car, for the woman combing her hair, the mirror it is. Or, on the passenger seat in my car, for the woman combing her hair, she is the embodiment of.
Getting drenched, by lost of his umbrella, a transcender is.

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2024年07月03日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 655th. week

A child of the cats, Of Jordan River, at the riverside waiting for. Or, a child of the cats, Jordan is, at the riverside waiting for.
Of a night soil man, by the towel wiping his face, strangling.
Behind your behind for danger, of the who raising his voice, his behind someone stands.
Three days later, from the deceased, a postcard I received.
At the festival in this summer, a crazed fruit from, having been plucking from.

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2024年06月26日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 654th. week

In the solitary island far off in the ocean, at the work-site, it's a man's man's man's world moreover.
Of the dental technician, his fingers shaking, and never stop.
Pretending to be drunk, turning a def ear, his confession of love affair.
Chipping his deba bocho, in the spur pf the moment, fling away.
Pieces of propaganda handbills, dancing in the wind, act in the terror in the morning.

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2024年06月19日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 653rd. week

With brown skin, on the back of a maiden, pus oozing out.
In my sickroom, to see the moon rising, in a foreign country I there.
To be ditched, being confessed by him, and badgered.
To dry in the shade, a stain on her swimsuit, on the last summer.
Our commandant, making him the lead, and died for nothing.

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2024年06月12日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 652nd. week

A fatal wound by him though, the mother insists, the ricochet it was.
In the political situation, to disfavor, as playing a trump card.
Talking impudently, to her daughter's place, putting on lipstick in black.
An ice bag on my head, raising from his early age, Adam in there.
At the lighting rod, spilled beside there, belly button lints.

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2024年06月05日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 651st. week

At Calvariae Locus, a few of scarecrows, standing decay.
A red line drawn I find, here, a woman killed.
Spiting blood, ringing lyrical, by a billystick.
Across the level crossing, waiting for, a kamaitachi is. Or, across the level crossing, waiting for, cut in the skin by whirlwind.
Demobilizing, the one-legged, the night he dances.

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2024年05月29日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 650th. week

The night of battering, like butterflies, they falls.
The lady, with a bird bandit, on her shaking coach.
On her mammary gland, a towel not fully dried, put.
Of Kaiju, getting a sniff, to Fuji Five Lakes I go.
How cute, to me in the cage, she says.

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2024年05月22日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 649th. week

After the show, by frozen-frame, confessing his feelings.
An otter, holding a lantern with his hand, sheltering from the rain.
Before their performance, beside the fountain, to clean out mud the dutch.
By my escalation petition, fanning the nape of his neck, on the beginning of the rainy season.
A dagger, having touched silently, on the back of her neck.

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2024年05月15日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 648th. week vol. 2

Only for today, on a door panel, for four sitting.
Rhetoric phrases, for doing the same things as the previous, eating their own lunch.
Falling for the battle, the witch getting, on the broom star.
On the schoolyard, searched by the stagehand, a sling there.
A butterfly leaves, smelling from the edge of her armpit, of honey of the secretary. Or, a butterfly leaves, smelling from the edge of her armpit, of honey of the secret zone.

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 648th. week vol. 1

Skeletal her, of a time-traveller, in his embraces.
Playing hide-and-seek, the seeker in the next, the alien will become.
In the doll house, five of the coffins, lining up.
The caterers, putting up a front, for the party conference.
Just married couple even, two of their each stepchildren, getting into trouble.

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2024年05月08日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 647th. week

More important than to conquer the planet, sleeping around, for the aliens.
Saying the seven, with the entry of her baby-to-be, the eighth sin he commits.
On the stretcher when I raid, the daughter I saw, she was also smilar to me.
That intelligent woman, I have outwitted, and forestalled her.
As silverware for him, a forklift and an excavator, put on his table.

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2024年05月01日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 646th. week

Deadlocked as three-way, two of the men, and a girl in the corset.
To the foot of Fuji, the who with his child, arriving first.
Under the moon in spring, to frightened their guest of honor, serving with pieces of cold pizza.
On the ferris wheel, after the last guest getting off, rain falls.
The one of ant, in agony and gone, into the valley between the western confectionaries.

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2024年04月24日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 645th. week

Dusk comes, the third time to deliver memorial addresses has come, being old enough to.
Pretending not to know, the remains of her husband, where there would be.
For our defense network, on each key post, fife and drum corps were deployed.
From their secret conversation, being far away, the day he trains it is.
On her first affair, with a demon at the crossroad, meeting in secret.

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2024年04月17日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 644th. week

A coin purse there, as a bystander's vantage, the shoeshine knows.
Doing her handstand, the crotch of her is, for single flower verse of daisy.
Overtaken my car by , follows after, anywhere even if to the end of the world.
A measuring worm, tumbling down, into her thong in red.
Lighting on his feet, and having a big appetite, the chopped head man is.

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2024年04月10日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 643rd. week

For the robbers, to carry their water, getting chicken feed.
An idler, being glad calling, a stupid there is.
On cleaning, not to walk on the floor, the snotty-nosed.
Her go-between, tied to by their placentas, her twin sister will be.
From the mezzanine floor, with our trade secrets, hung down.

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2024年04月03日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 642nd. week

Even if corrupted, like a scarecrow, having been standing.
In a broomcorn, of diamond, a few are mixed.
On the third day, to spend saved expenses, hiring a prostitute.
Even a detector, keeping a poker face, bribed.
After the rain, knights in shining amour also, polishing their shoes.

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2024年03月27日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 641st. week

Directly across the road, as his wife following her husband's lead, prostitute themselv.
I wonder if I should do, the key of an empty house, how to put it to good.
Before dawn, the owner is absent, at the room with no mirrors.
Asking when spring has, of the broken robot, on the tip of its finger.
Also a sheltered girl, in a slit of cracks in the ground, has something hidden.

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2024年03月20日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 640th. week

On ringing the bells, with no regard to appearances, a woman dashes.
In severe cold, three of the shrunken heads, fluttering the night it is.
In Joetus, two of sheltered rich kids, as runny-nosed are.
By the couple eloped, left behind, a cello has stood only.
The other side I wonder how, being put on her butt, the hole of I gaze. Or, the other side I wonder how, under her thumb, the nail of I gaze.

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