2020年05月20日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 401st. week

How being jealous, trickling down the forehead, blood of her.
Cannot anticipate, ducking his head, the master of necromancy says.
Because of approving, into an avalanche, the love going out.
On poetry party, who hangs himself, there is.
Under my navel, to scrape off a few, for washing my hands.

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2020年05月06日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 399th. week

By sweets foods, burly though he is, just a child after all. Or, because of being naive to, burly though he is, just a child after all.
By a needle only, you must cry, mustn't you?
Of the glory, on violating his grave, only a flower left.
On his biography, how selfish he has, the days writing down he spent. Or, on his diary for introspection, how selfish he has, the days writing down he spent.
Of the brothel, the owner envies, his prostitute and her guest.

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2020年04月29日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 398th. week

A dog had run away, fasten by a leash, since two days also.
In Indigo, on trying to paint, her brow shaped like Mt. Fuji.
Before obon festival, your clog thong I want to be, the day comes.
In the box (on telecommuting), like on telling your lie, the voice I heard.
On corpses, to trample and go, a male geisha will.

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2020年04月22日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 397th. week

A snow ball, throwing to meet, at his Juliet.
Her right little finger, at an unexpected place to meet, of a woman I recollect.
A traitor he calls, to walk looking for, the old teacher.
How or what do you feel, the cliff where Godzilla also fallin', you arrive on.
Dimly lighting under heat haze, far away in the dust, they fading away.

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2020年04月08日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 395th. week

To the washroom, only a youngest daughter, going hurriedly.
A cat also there, to stack three, and divide into six. Or, with a cat, a wife and her adulterous partner, punishing He does.
Beating a hand drum, only on the stage, what a clown I am.
For absence, after writing down the letter, the invitation waiting for.
Falling cherry blossoms, sweeping to throw away, a child of the chief priest is.

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2020年04月01日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 394th. week

Of all days in spring, said a such thing, by the reason a return of chilly weather.
By the court lady, my socks putting only, pulled off.
As every day is a good day, overwriting only, the night tonight is.
Beyond grids of iron bars, under her mask, laughing my wife.
Your stepping on, under a sole of your foot, the same things you always it's.

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2020年03月25日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 393rd. week

On looking up, the heel and the arch, of yours there.
Even there, to make the story to seem coherent, paint in red.
Who is he, on the right of a plaster, the person lines up. Or, at the dawn, on the right of a plaster, the person lines up.
Even silly talk, by three times reciting, to bring the good luck.
Like a blighted leave, on mattress for my mother, a kettle there is.

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2020年03月18日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 392nd. week

In front of the tomb, nothing to do with I have, a woman in winter.
To invite in, my elder sister with the man, staying there.
For the skin on her upper body, to shine and wait, schistostega does.
On the rainy night, the girl gone, to flower picking.
Chindon'ya goes with the sound of their percussions, of a boy who follows, his evening shadow.

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2020年03月11日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 391st. week

Being arrayed, of the coffins, the shadows pale coloured.
Making himself up to look younger, wide spread in the sky, the song for self-torture.
By the girl. like the words said, how beautiful it's.
At the summer resort, a Kwaidan in the snow, having told.
Dripping wet, a made numb with cold, to avenge hers. Or, dripping wet, his second daughter numb with cold, to avenge hers.

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2020年03月04日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 390th. week

Mr. O, growing his beard, and becoming Q.
At the three-forked road, you choose the right, backward I walk. Or, at the three-forked road, you choose the right, backward your lacquey walks.
Being frozen, in the corrider, an imp crying.
Under the disease have spread, with a Thaddeus for me, it ends well.
To shrink myself, like a feeling, smaller to smaller I'll be.

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2020年02月19日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 388th. week

About a hand of my mother, to know everything though, her line of the head (I wonder). Or, about the method of my mother, to know everything though, her line of the head (I wonder).
On turning, a way of looking at a dream, on changing too. Or, on turning, an ally of looking at a dream, on changing too.
Just out of my bathing, in the bedroom, my wife untying her hair.
The star has gone, rotating to see, the kaleidoscope I am.
The holly night dawns, only the rotation sounds I hear, of the magic lantern.

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2020年02月12日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 387th. week

Bygone days, written down on a notebook of, how hopeless Asakusa was.
Only five seconds we have, abandon me, my left hand escapes.
In pale violet, an umbrella how beautiful is, a woman said there is.
In the orchestra, to skip the one, three brothers lined up.
On my hand, putting on your lipstick, and laughing at.

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2020年02月05日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 386th. week

For ultisols, lying still and waiting, the machine by hydraulic drive system.
Of the subject, his observations, resembling of me.
Even the world and his wife, of the person from the another planet, by affection being tied to.
Though having a way with words he is, at nine centi metrs from tip of his tongue, dripping with pus. Or, though having a way with words he is, and glibbing his tongue, dripping with pus at.
Even no confidence of he wins, making doves take to feeding, crying for today.

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2020年01月29日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 385th. week

A palm of the hand, for whom no one will mourn, the corpse of.
A crab comes, where the barber is, for a notice.
Basking in the sun, inbetween of two Fucyus, at the garden.
Saying I'll die, being one lap behind, the day has come.
How so sweet it's, like a nanny of, your breast.

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2020年01月22日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 384th. week

Give a kiss, what a different way how to, an alien you must be. Or, Give a kiss, what a different way how to, an alien says.
In my dreams, you have mimicked, the fault but mine.
A liar you are, the day I slandered her, the last day I met. Or, a liar you are, the day I slandered her, the last day the sun shined.
Still my mouth opened, hanging on falling, from the upstairs.
With sunny side up, having curse him, on a Sunday morning. Or, baking his eyes, having curse him, on a Sunday morning.

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2020年01月15日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 383rd. week

On today back home, behind The Last Leaf, leaving.
At bygone days, a woman having broken up with, a mother she becomes.
Related by blood, the man from an another planet, rescued I am. Or, by blood transfusion, the man from an another planet, rescued I am.
By who with sunglasses, as we are told, dancing rockabilly.
"Nessun dorm", of the man he told, loud snores we heard.

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2020年01月08日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 382nd. week

Lie down on the ground, by the only time. a lady she is.
Be reproved, by no one remained, you I have gotten.
At the beach, by the boat there is, the wave can rise. Or, in the Isonos, by Fune the mother jokeying around , Namihei the father can keep his face.
Before leaving from, one getting off, and another.
Water split, to turn back, licking possible.

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2020年01月01日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 381st. week

Of my younger brother, for clearing up the mess, on the ground placing my hands.
The place, in where no one there, a robot goes.
With the nurse, to melt and flow, becoming birds of feather.
Wanting to hear, from the father, how to have stolen his lover.
From the day, in the rain having gotten wet, an empty box for pizza.

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2019年12月25日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 380th. week

In the face of her grandchildren, she brags, how good in bed she was.
In the night of winter, she holds in her mouth, on her nape a line of her sweat.
Something still under the water of he said, his own wallet in addition to, drowning the ditch.
It's not unusual, her pearls spilled, to crawl he said.
On his hand, for nine month of pregnancy, a written oath there is.

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2019年12月18日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 379th. week

For joking, putting on rouge, and taking a sniff.
In the front of, a girl set, defined facial features she is.
By the man, always he says the wards are, that doesn't sound right.
On the broad-leaf bamboo, the name written, clean the slate shall we.
Bald heads, to line up and put ladders down, the way there is.

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