2017年03月01日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 253rd. week

At the a laundry corner, the finisheds washing her face, there are one of
On Tuesday, of cyclopses, two have wept. Or, on Tuesday, the first one, two have wept.
One drop from, her hair tied up, like a tip of the brush.
To knit a boat, under the crotch of the earth, trying to pass you are.
Between sunset and 5 pm, setting fire.

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2017年02月22日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 252nd. week

Also Mokichi have worried, to make corrections, seeing or looking.
The woman, leaning forward isn't she, to curl her lip.
My packing, a pussy cat beside, she grooms.
To turn to, both knees wetting, with his short pants.
Of a party of two, about eating soba, to value judgment each.

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2017年02月15日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 251st. week

Disliked by my father, kissing in the morning, to sunny‐side up. Or, dislike milk, kissing in the morning, to sunny‐side up.
To catch my breath, when the head feels heavy, to make allowance for.
To make the words narrow, how to bend the arms, difficult for me.
A calculator for calculating, over and over, to never get tired.
Also to need flowers, after Vera Caslavska jumping. Or, Also flowers stay, after Vera Caslavska marking.

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2017年02月08日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 250th. week

Number twos line up, two of us with the stupidity, to do up our hairs. Or, on February second, two of us with Gudon the monster, to do up our hairs.
In the lavatory, to be greedy for natto, my stomach rumbling.
With disposable chopsticks, waiting for three minutes, the water warming.
To lose and cry, a woman with a cigar, kissing because of.
My stomach rumbling, sounds of squeaking, like a refrigerator. Or, my stomach rumbling, sounds of squeaking, going to a refrigerator.

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2017年02月01日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 249th. week

That woman, a bit wet, to feel by her leg.
Haze in spring, to bow their heads, and flying spores. Or, spring is over, to bow their heads, and flying spores.
To pack up, as the bottom of a kettle, burned on.
With shallow wit, turning in a circle, muddy his eye does.
On the stairs, sounds of her high‐heeled, chasing them.

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2017年01月25日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 248th. week

To carry on my back, with a hole, a parachute I do.
So lonely I am, when three years later have passed, to get up I will.
Also in the morning snow falls, to fork into two, water gushing.
Two flies are there, with fur to be covered, at the door.
To have logged in, and finished it, to be a sum for tomorrow.

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2017年01月18日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 247th. week

At the island, the same size as the half of my face, a mushroom is there. Or, at the island, on the half of my face, mushrooms are there.
Did you it, on an ice tray, because of its sweetness. Or, your tongue is, on an ice tray, because of its sweetness.
Snow has fallen, to chase a tail light, morning comes.
About to get update, the day no record there are, because of the destiny.
To signal the coming of Spring, on a salt and pepper hair, the sun shines.

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2017年01月11日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 246th. week

It snows, two of hags laughing, in the night echoes.
Using a chisel, a moron at the second floor, hitting a crack.
With crocodile tears, at a cover of the toilet seat, having bitten.
Under a thin quilt, to grasp tightly, a cor.
With silver papers, a tooth of the gata are chipped, to visit a monument. Or, for silver god, a tooth of the gata are chipped, to visit a monument.

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2017年01月04日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 245th. week

Under winter's sunshine, to keep a padded kimono wearing, to raise his voice loud and raucously.
The little dog, to sit and crunch, balls of him.
Just it's a dropout, La Belle et la Bete, and in betweens.
That girl is, her armpits so sweet, her tongue also crawls well. Or, that girl is, having weak defenses, so my tongue also crawls well.
On a kitchen knife, in the middle of putting an edge, bells ring.

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2016年12月28日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 244th. week

Because of my single life, at this week on December, I'm upset by myself.
A liar, in a mirror, to stay and smile.
Before her combing, hair dye there, to be fragrant.
At the early evening on December, only 15 minutes by, having to do what I can do.
By a streetwalker, to be to induced, to blow my nose.

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2016年12月21日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 243rd. week

If getting cold you are, indulgences you could get, a few of.
In the night of December, roaring drums, to get his obituary. Or, in the world of December, roaring drums, to get his obituary.
To pound mochi, the role for Autumn Leaves, having come to an end already.
An umeboshi is, towards the bottom of a well, fallin'.
To lose a job, an announcement for the time pupils get out of school, I hear.

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2016年12月14日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 242nd. week

Being half asleep, to draw regular polygons, in this winter.
On my waist, to be put her arms around, how pushy they are.
By brotherhood, on a bed sheet, blood is red. Or, by brotherhood, on a bed sheet, blood will proove.
Only glasses, looks like him, you are.
To see shaking hands, also you get old, rain falls.

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2016年12月07日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 241st. week vol. 2

At the setting sun, to have stolen down my nuts, pee falls.
To write down his dream, on the path to the grave, groundnuts please.
On this schoolbook, to rest his chin in his hands, with eyes of a panda.
On the end of the year, at the corner of ATM, to get dizzy.
Of long johns, to seek the whereabouts, because a mother and a daughter we are.

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 241st. week vol. 1

In colour of yellowish green, to slay a warm, a child is there.
On a sand hill, two or three are there, printed by bottoms.
Being outdone by, for a while, female high-school students'.
How pitiful it is, same numbers of her screams, to be deceived by.
On a Indian summer, a frog does for a kappa, to sharpen his claws.

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2016年11月30日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 240th. week

And Japanese pickled vegetables, the sounds of thumping, at a cheaply built house.
For a homely woman, with a pencil in my hand, in front of the mirror.
Off your name, my mind to have gotten, in the early afternoon alone.
To open his heart, for ascertaining, by force of his personality.
Under sunshine in this winter, to put a drop from an eyewash, at a center ball spring on my parasol.

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2016年11月23日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 239th. week

At a drinking bout, of a tuning fork held in his mouth, being out of sync.
At spring noon, at the edge of a draining hot water, licking pieces of cabbage.
A man feeling dizzy after taking a long bath, outline of his belly, to have traced.
At Tokyu department store, to thread through and harry, Lou Reed did.
By way of revenge, from Shigeo's stubble, two or three of.

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2016年11月16日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 238th. week

Of parallel lines, at the land of intersection, to stand there I hope.
A wild goose on its back, one of the truck, to have tunble down. Or, with its back to a wild goose, one of the truck, to have tunble down.
The teeth on the geta also, failing to tread on, a black beetle runs.
On pipes, to lean, and waiting for setting sun.
Overpainting on, an urine bottle at the next door, flies floating.

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2016年11月09日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 237th. week

On the day before traveling, to go down on it's knees, a luggage does. Or, on the day before traveling, to go down onmy knees, and into a luggage.
To count on my fingers, the name of an old lady, cannot decide how to call.
Maybe it’s just me, the more my shoulders are stiff, the more my money is going out.
In the room, the same numbers of clocks, my enemies are there.
To be smeared with sands, on the edge of the surf, a girl waiting for.

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2016年11月02日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 236th. week

With candy floss, Putting green laver on her tooth, how charm she is.
Looking before you leap, to learn how to dress kimono, for the first making love of the New Year.
Suffering from water shortage, to waste time on today, at a teahouse for lovers only.
On the evening glow, fallin' out almost all, my white hair is.
To read a proof, for out of season, to use a sea hare's.

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2016年10月26日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 235th. week

In revenge for, whole with a kotatsu, flung it over.
At paring, to turn to the Speckled, begging her for money.
Because of her little taste, to a woman next seat, salt and pepper please. Or, because of her thin lips, to a woman next seat, salt and pepper please.
Of the unused, a condom for a side dish, a pillow talk with.
That girl is, like Chieko, soaring in the sky.

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