2016年08月31日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 227th. week

This Summer has gone, along the way, you hasn't gone have you?
A shichirin Japanese small charcoal grill, to chip a part of, a tricycle goes.
Holding her tight, a woman's tail of scorpion, turning to me.
Also today again, a woman divorced and is living with her parents again, to pick flowers agaiin.
On the last day of this month, by skill to boil beans, to play the back hip circle.

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2016年08月24日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 226th. week

Cold sake to drink, in the sweat of my brow, working hard to pretend.
Although you make your fortune at one stroke, you gets holes in between your fingers.
Annihilated it was, to report on this day, two prisons we caught.
To make up for an umbrella, to spin a top, and her fingers.
To shed tears, to pretend reading a letter, by a letter to read.

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2016年08月17日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 225th. week

A light goes out, over a chamber pot, crying to wait.
Every time I renew contract, I wonder, worried about this roof.
On her left hand, dyeing "Kirihito", and she laughs.
A vacuum cleaner, to be raped, play a whistle it can.
Bon Festival has over, a letter not to send, to throw it into a wastebasket.

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2016年08月10日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 224th. week

Of common gardenia, the window of his mind rather than eyes, the noppera-bo has.
His nuts to cut off, sing a song for, with a detached tone.
On disposable chopsticks, fine splits are three, and thorns in my throat.
On doing push-ups, just only falling, my sweats where to go.
To dissolve by hot water, only seaweed, floating in my bowl.

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2016年08月03日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 223rd. week

To have drunken enough of, licking sweat on the glass, at the early evening. Or, to have drunken enough of, licking sweat on the glass, buzzed I am.
To deliver a final blow, on the muddy pool, to be caught in an evening shower.
Pillows for summer, to be piled up two, to reach them I can.
Sweat rash rather than, a dusty electric fun, be treated to have to.
The Sun rises, and following on, the night has come.

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2016年07月27日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 222nd. week

To have their names entered, to have to do that all over again, and again.
To make my blood run cold, just only nuts, too hot in spite of.
By a bride, for a very small token of her gratitude, to give a long talk.
About use by them, five or six which to be selected, to pay the balance it's the problem.
By the chirring of cicadas in chorus like rain showers, my ears are the naked, a parasol to put up though.

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2016年07月20日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 221st. week

A basket-hilted sword, to raise over her head, a shadow of my mother I see.
On the end of the rainy season, to expose them to the sun, their belly button lint.
Thomasson it's looked like, by hitting, a quijada sounds.
Because of having piles, in the sweat of my brow, tea making.
Suffering a heartbreak so, to go through such a trying experience, like taste of a herbal medicine.

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2016年07月13日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 220th. week

An electric fan with monoeye, going after wind isn't it, to wonder in the nights.
To serve out his time, being red‐faced, to set out at this evening. Or, to serve out his time, being red‐faced, an evening shower rains.
Round and round to go, around a back of the chair, my arms to throw.
Because of putting off, in an empty washbasin, a crab is sleeping.
At the beginning of this month, for making both ends meet, to run up.

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2016年07月06日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 220th. week

On going to bed, always to surrender, because of you.
In whispering, to have it installed, bored at this night I am.
In front of station, to hasten it maybe, sweats on the tracks.
To get a tiny share of yours, your crawling on my knee, a sultry night it's.
Not going to make a deadline so, to turn back the way, having come.

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2016年06月29日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 219th. week

Her own elbow, carrying it under her left arm, and a woman waiting for.
Smeared with blood you are, of the left eye yours, in madder dyed.
After bath, clipping your nails, being a slight stoop.
On the gamelan music, to be left the bells ring, lively noise it is.
On a day for parting, to hide many faults, to have seaweed soup.

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2016年06月22日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 218th. week

To clear the soroban, whether or not, make it restart.
On Father's Day, on the plea of to do, pull hairs out of my nostrils.
To starboard, the duck tales go, under downwind.
Being already hard to break up, because of dressing your hair, too hard to tear myself from you.
Shaved ice served, during having melted, the high‐necked she wear I see.

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2016年06月15日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 217th. week

In front of one, pitched utter darkness, on the desktop.
Has entered the rainy season, not time for it, instant noodles to eat.
In the vacuum‐packed, has been burnt a little, a sanma grilled a saury is.
Of overnight's, a dream on the tracks, to chase for.
A defeated general, to be made talkative, by his wife wearing his pants.

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2016年06月08日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 216th. week

At a ticket gate, to cast a net. getting bycatch it is. Or, at a ticket gate, to cast a net. a bastard it is.
With a chopstick rest, before draining hot water, to amuse myself.
To trace out a figure-of-eight, to put side by side, two dry cells.
A cake of soap, a washbasin on a slant, underneath there. Or, a cake of soap, a washbasin made of lotus, underneath there.
Getting into my middle finger, just in an instant, to make it ripen.

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2016年06月01日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 215th. week

To hold hands, a scar by rubber band, her ring finger to be injured.
By newly-married woman, like carring with it a whiff of, rattling of the house comes.
Two Buddhist priests, on a lotus pedestal their chins, going a million miles away. Or, in the Japanese New Year, a chin on the stand, going a million miles away.
Not having enough to drink, to crush it in my hand, tasting an empty can.
At siesta time, to pretend a cat, put my hands in.

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2016年05月25日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 214th. week

It would be nice I hope, from the depth in your pupil, a hand extended.
Three toothbrushes to string out there, what is the family like, you think.
As the night goes, no cats moaning even if, the city is there. Or, as the night gets old, no cats moaning even if, the city is there.
For being frolicsome, by her fingers in red to put on my lips, a broken nail of.
The rosy‐cheeked, to polish by sleeve and bite, a vice he has.

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2016年05月18日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 213rd. week

Drying laundry in my room, to stare at them, a black fly comes to fly.
Eye drops for hay fever, only a few remaining in the dropper, fine weather in May it comes.
In polka‐dot patterns, to count up to, to be broken an appointment with.
Even if my sweat, while keeping silent, jilts me.
About the double-headed, by his internal organs, lump together we can.

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2016年05月11日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 212nd. week

Swinging her hatchet, a dream of an old woman’s, having dreamt and think about. Or, making a drastic cut, a dream of an old woman’s, having dreamt and think about.
To be censured, and instant soup to drank, in the sweat of my brow.
You only, left alone, the terminal at.
Waiting for our pursuers, clawing on a window pane, also an bug’s.
On breathing deeply, repeating two times, to get a late start.

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2016年05月04日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 211st. week

If my child he is, must pick up, a seed of podded peas.
To turn his head, axing kick, and raking on a kimono hanger.
The insects are, because of smashing tatamis, his being away it’s saying.
Before lunch time, rolling a pencil and, glasses make sounds.
To take revenge for my father’s, 100 years later, ask to a cup of tea.

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2016年04月27日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 210th. week

Sinking in sorrow, baby in your black, wet paint it is.
By way of revenge, to try to smash up, your cell phone.
To Yugawara, a panel for a door, adding gravel.
A bar's fallin', my right arm couldn't move, dangling in the air.
Some of pending legislations, on the dust, to be shelved.

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2016年04月20日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 209th. week

The inmost space from here, no need to call it dark, no gloom it is also.
A magic carpet, to take a slut on, and goes to fly.
To put on the board, waves by centipede's legs, to surf and ride.
Who carrying on my back, a woman, a complete stranger to I am.
Having rested my cheek in my hand, receiving no spam also, in this night.

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