conceived and constructed by たいとしはる tai toshiharu
The Lion Sleeps Tonight


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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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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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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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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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 291st. week

By breaking up, to be cracked in two, pieces of chinsuko Okinawa sweet.
Of her social standing, on getting above herself, a vampire comes.
Having a fit of coughing, also on my fingers, green laver sticks.
To draw lots, only remaining two or three, I'm sure it must be.
In a hurry, behind a hare, to pull out the chair.

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The Lion Sleeps Tonight

Not learn her lesson again, wanting to join hands with me, a girl is.
On Kewaizaka a sloping road, to be put down over there, a parasol is.
Only black key, lick and suck, playing in C major.
After yawning, to slouch, and greet in excessively polite.
The sad news to be told, scissors falls down, and stick on the floor.

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 289th. week

After five minutes, the bell finished to ring, who the criminal.
An object capable of attracting spirits also, to be reduced to ashes it's said, a vampire does.
A son like his father, to set a meal set before him, to bear up.
Also cold wintry wind, on back of her hand to count on the fingers, November has come.
Miso soup gets cold, one piece of wheat gluten, to increased volume.

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 288th. week

Dinosaur and tanks, in a straight line. the king has gone,
By pouring rain, of the people come to pick up them, their umbrellas like puckering up the lips.
After having draft beer, to wipe my mouth, being tapped my shoulder. Or, after having draft beer, to wipe my mouth, being told no longer necessary.
In a court, to sweat, two of them just only.
To do a staring contest, of my frequent rest room, at the back door.

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Que Sera

the song "Que Sera" from the album "Live By The Words" by Justice Crew
you can read the texts inspired by

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 287th. week

On a podium, rests stand in line, to turn red with anger.
Behind closed doors, two of my secrets, having lost.
To tarnish my own twilight years, how much is it worth, to catch at a straw.
Of the urethra, on the endless road, to walk down the same road.
On the back of a sheep, Of Chieko laughing, the bells also ring. Or, to load a sheep, of Chieko laughing, the bells also ring.

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 286th. week

On October, to wash the rain, a rainbow getting wet.
A purple moon, to come up because of, trying to fugitive.
On the beach, for a woman to see him off, the flowers come out. Or, on the beach, for a woman to see him off, flower fence are there.
Under the paper moon, far away, Asian royal fern grows.
On the beach wind, by the girls swinging their tits, being shaken down.

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 285th. week

To be completely beaten, after bathing, eaten as sliced and pickled octopus.
To blow my nose, a empty sprayer, hovering in the skies.
For my handkerchief, to remains of this summer, because of your collarbones.
To our final farewell, in the name of, telling a lie each other.
In spite of, to default on his debt, to be loved all the more.

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 284th. week

Three days ago, to turn my back to the witch, to yearn for her.
To start for the loo, down the long passage,to the other side.
Even autumn rain drizzles, two frogs are, a disgrace to.
Hearing sound of stewing, warming the vessel containing it in hot water by, warped red chopsticks are.
On her chin, to look for a mole, loose hairs swing.

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 283rd. week

Raining it ceases raining, your feeling to play truant, it's not that I understand.
Swaying to sway, no raven chirping, clothes hangers are.
Making a bow, to paint the lily, miso soup you have.
On drinking water, the clothing for the witch, dead stock it is.
To retaliate against, and after shaving are, different kinds from same root.

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 282nd. week

To a soprano singer, on the edge of her little finger, leather clothing put.
To make there no rambling, in the beginning, to make the heaven and the earth.
A woman in monochrome, to walk along with, under vermillion sunset.
To indicate, I'm charging me, while sitting down on my heels.
My middle finger is, to wondering over and over, on the edge of your belly button.

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 281st. week

On the tube, both of two girls, falling love I'm.
Sailing off the coast of, of crocodile, a child wearing leather made from.
Evening has come, I got three, five examinations left.
In a crevice, between a piece of potato and, vermilion you can find.
Of bottle gourd, on an opposite side of the room, the shadow can reach.

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 280th. week

With my right‐hand man, to the other side of La Seine, to across.
With their children, putting on up the stairs, dogs food.
A warning is, sounding a mild day, on Sunday.
With her teeth black a married woman, and the tongue over there, smiling a friendly.
The Summer has gone, an odor of mold runs, the days also.

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 279th. week

Of Pont Mirabeau, a posthumous child, to see yesterday.
Against the moon with his back, on his tiptoes running, a male goes.
Putting on aslant, grilled meat balls on three sticks, so lonely it seems.
To have turned a blind eye to, with her fingers, ahead a cigar.
A solution to there is, of an utter stranger, on the canvas.

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 278th. week

A woman cries, a telegraph pole bending, and shakes.
A movie director does, to hold his camera, grow grow grow bigger he cries.
At the early evening in this summer, to peel a plaster off, it licks there.
The party's over, on the opposite lane, a bus goes.
Also no umbrella I have, thunder rolls, free time I get.

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 277th. week vol. 2

Five persons there are, me and Osamu, and others.
A cockatoo chirps, a play within a play it takes, to favorable to me
Foaming white breakers, a girl who forget to outbloom, the lovely scarlet florists’ daisy she is.
Of younger her sister, to carry on my back, to get something off her chest.
To become a promoted silver, in the shade of a big tree, a one-eyed kid there is.

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