2018年04月25日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 313rd. week

Though being asked, in winter whether it blooms, about trifoliate orange.
And chisels, on the hat, with black roses.
In secret, a broken glass door, for the room to be decorated.
Also her lover, and the remains too, to have jumped off and left there.
On the other side of his back, on leaning over, make its appearance. Or, on the other side of his back, leaning in the cage, make its appearance.

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2018年04月18日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 312nd. week

To make an origami crane, pieces of gold paper and silver paper, wanting to not use. Or, though a crane is there, pieces of gold paper and silver paper, wanting to not use.
Even the girl, of the daughters on the colouring book by Kiichi, to paint with a little blush on her face.
It's no snowing, on Christmas Eve, a match to strike.
Toward Saburo, to roll purring, a caterpillar does. Or, to Saburo, calling him sometimes as Goro, a caterpillar does.
Jellied broth, to lick up, to know the taste in last night.

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2018年04月11日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 311st. week

Brightly, on a barber's pole, blood of a hare.
Bathing on the noon, at loose ends, my nuts floating.
At dawn glowing light, on backing up, another two hours for.
Into the sun, leaving tow of them, shooting a movie.
And things like that the bonds of, the balance not possible to get, to get cut and fall.

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2018年04月04日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 310th. week

A pool of blood there, under the tree of, stuartia on the dish.
Because of bending her body, also the tea pack, about to break.
So you lose flesh, and also Photoshop, betrayed I'm.
In the lavatory, a dream to pursue the horseshoes, I dream on today.
To break a bowl, soup spilled in it, wheat gluten sucks.

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2018年03月28日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 309th. week

To hold my tongue, because of keeping under her thumb, a lost article.
On Wednesday, Tuesday the day before, hateful it's.
Of sasanqua, by tapping its foot, budding.
On being cursed, even in hard times, to smoke a cigarette.
In the small shrine, layering of leather clothes are there, show signs of spring.

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2018年03月21日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 308th. week

Saying I'm tired, saying I'm tired and want to sleep, and over again saying.
To the pleats of her skirt, same as numbers of wrinkles to crumple, surviving and take her old.
Ten of the women, on the edge of, vermilion hairs there.
On the banquet for the all‐night watch, two of us leaving our seat, for eating soba sold at night.
Also an armrest, to set aside the body, shall we?

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2018年03月14日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 307th. week

Of the drums, to draw its outlines, difficult to me it is.
On spring snow, one of the sticks, through the center. Or, on the Lunar New Year, one of the sticks, through the center.
At a timer, needless it's to, looking hard.
On spring bright and beautiful, on her knee tumbling down, kimchi stays.
Against a woman with ohaguro, to rest his lips, a man suffering his headache.

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2018年03月07日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 306th. week

Of its outline, to shift a size smaller, deposit draw.
Of the coats, by the clothes length, in out of bloom.
On red clay, with a scorpion, the day for lying on my stomach.
Because twilight it's, by "Helping Hands" comedy performance, Peek-a-boo plays.
Towards tanks too, three thieves do, to wave a flag.

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2018年02月28日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 305th. week

Early in the evening, broken toothbrush, on a double feature.
Of long spring, pretending to get tired, being freezing and to stay.
By unreasonable thing, with a woman a mourning dress, chasing them.
At the icehouse, unless solving the mystery. to come across a shark.
A lantern, to hang out and have slept, in the spring evening. Or, a lantern, to hang out and have slept, drunken because of spring.

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2018年02月07日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 302nd. week

One of tails there, a rolling ball, where it goes. Or, one of axes there, a rolling ball, where it goes.
It's snowing, only one, sing a song.
Still far away spring, in the mirror, flower's laughing. Or, still far away spring, in the mirror, just mocking.
The rascals are, of the house next door, knocking on the door.
The book to peruse, not to see the prince of darkness, to ask his true name.

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2018年01月31日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 301st. week

A red rod, to grip a bar underhand of, bodies of her finger.
With a feeling bad in the bath, white bubbles on, a few there.
By the knife, to draw eyes and to draw nose, and bread crust. Or, by the knife, to cut eyes and to cut nose, to make bread crust.
The end of this term comes, up to his neck he is, so to bend over.
At the corner of the temple, the numbers of funeral wreath, children count up to.

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2018年01月24日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 300th. week

With blond hair, to get pale, black clothes he's wearing.
On a snow day, to wave a red flag, how the boys do.
A piece of origami, for millennia and millennia, to tear and throw.
Only two of them, left them defenseless, arm-in-arm they are.
About his wisdom tooth, in the back of, Adam's apple is waiting.

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2018年01月17日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 299th. week

Running out of options, it's called, on the hill.
Uncertain it's, communing with, like a comparing to.
For the festival of seven herbs, three your nails, be turn off.
An albatross, to nitpick, in a dream.
And a washing machine, a futon dryer, their sounds made by.

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2018年01月10日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 298th. week

After biting my nose, for fingering, a North mahjong tile.
On a day losing a bet, after twice, my feet stamping thrice.
To look up, in the first tram, swaying straps.
In the summer night, fading out each other, black and crimson.
In a hurry, to him on the other end of the line, to give some warnings.

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2018年01月03日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 297th. week

Of a black rotary-dial telephone, to draw spirals, feeling confined it's.
Rain in the winter, her bending tits, towards under the navel.
With their umbrellas, parents all those present, dated there are,
To come up with the goods, wearing swimsuit and act as the corpse, and then.
To notice after, his canine teeth pulled out, a female blood on.

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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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