2015年01月14日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 143th. week vol. 2

Around high buildings a strong wind blowing, a parabolic antenna flown', like a cloud.
On a wheelchair, rain falls, without an umbrella. Or, on a wheelchair, rain falls, with no enough volume for fit.
About your lips, other way to choice, steam bathing with mugwort.
On green colour, over the other green, and crimson put it on.
With join our hands, something out from the mouth slowly, the night of the Round Table.

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 143rd. week vol. 1

The intestines become, breaking to pieces, an artificial flower in water blooms.
The boy put it on the tongue of his mortal enemy.
Two pillows on the bed, to the nan sitting next, and cutting nails.
Like to butter thickly, how the music scores are. Or, many butter tones on the music scores are written.
Your hairs, to fold and ticked inside the front of my kimono, and to go down a river.

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2015年01月07日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 142nd. week

At Tenman Shinto Shrine, dancing and dancing, it falls. Or, at Tenman Shinto Shrine, Wodoro-wodoro Japanese monster, falls down.
Would you like doing again, for the world order, of re-construction.
Before a newly released, because of not having enough scale, sun drying films.
In the middle of the day, on a go board, cock-a-doodle-doo.
Four semibreves, on each bars to put, for cutting corners.

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2014年12月31日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 141st. week

To take no notice, so being jealous, her orient clam on my bathtub. Or, my fragrance she smells at first, so being jealous, her orient clam on my bathtub.
To run out ourselves each other, to live as one, to play shell-matching game. At perch to mark in a water channel, to live as one, to play shell-matching game.
A extrasensory, in the sounds of violin, goes in the sky.
To put butter on, the other name of yours, surrealisme is. Or, to put butter on, the name of your legsput, surrealisme is.
On an intermission, sounds of beating wooden clappers, an letter for the warning comes.

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2014年12月24日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 140th. week vol. 2

Through a cuff, looking inside, a plaster on there is.
To crawl his crawling, as getting down on all fours, moreover into his hands a kotatsu a Japanese foot warmer. Or, to crawl it crawling, in addition to its four legs, with hands a kotatsu a Japanese foot warmer does.
For newspapers, upside down, to read it's good.
Of wisdom teeth, before the bath ready, fabric softener into should be. Or, because my parents don't know, before water grows hot, to stretch as sitting.
No drunk, a white dragon tile to take, and into my mouth. Or, no drunk, a shaved pussy, full of my mouth.

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 140th. week vol. 1

At the end of the year, to put out the fire, a cause for quarrels.
A piano player, to bend over his fat body and make it creak.
A poetry reader, like an rat wriggling and writhing, forced suicide for him. Or, a poetry reader, like an rat wriggling and writhing, to read an poem.
On the back of a string, to draw beard of a wife, a kagema, young male prostitute does. Or, on his back of a gigolo, to draw beard of a wife, a kagema, young male prostitute does.
To see the old year out and the New Year in, to seed a field, reason for concern.

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2014年12月17日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 139th. week

These ruled lines, to walk along, on a narrow way.
Clouds in winter, to pretend to finish, year-end cleanup today. Or, a spider in winter, to pretend to send away, year-end cleanup today.
No way to do, out of a lavatory, water glows hot.
A spoon, thrown away to be regarded, a boomerang it must be. Or, to throw in the towel, I think so but, never ended it has.
Before landing, to write down with a space, and I fart.

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2014年12月10日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 138th. week

Her tits shake up, whop whop whop, by the hopter.
Of a casual romance, in the name, to sell by weight.
At the wharf, to close two her fingers, a woman waiting for.
A plaintiff is there, followers and henchmans, a pig feces is. Or, modern Japanese language is, appreciation of Japanese classics and Chinese classics, of a pig feces.
To shave your ass, and catch a cold, snow is coming.

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2014年12月03日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 137th. week an addendum

At fireplace to do nightwork, in the box, a porcupine is there. Or, at fireplace to do nightwork, in the box, a snowstorm at the mountain is there.
My hand to reach for, on her nape to make a slug creep, a girl is here.
On a black keys, to put on nail polishes, a rainbow sounds begun.
A robot starts up, over ceremonial weapons, red clouds flutter.
To beat chopping boards, and to turn away, the back of a fawn.

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 137th. week

To trample, counting up to my wrinkles, to be covered with a thin layer of snow. Or, to trample, counting up to my wrinkles, to make up for winter.
A child we haven't had is there, in the front of our mirror, a henohenomoheji drawn by. Or, a child we haven't had is there, in Galerie des Glaces, a henihenomoheji drawn by.
To gag you, to have things to do is, towards your behind. Or, to gag you, to have things to do is, towards your depth
Twist papers into a string scattered, at water for washing, Aonyobo is there. Or, twist papers into a string scattered, before washing by water, to meet Aonyobo.
At the tomb to place hot sake, only one to be left, and rain comes.

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2014年11月26日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 136th. week

Tonight is the night, Fish carrying a scythe, at my bedside.
By your big toes, picking and to throw away, on my phimosis.
Taking shelter from the rain, until your wetting nipples dry.
To tray to chirp, holding between my teeth, a bird in this cage.
On your upper arm, and there to turn, at your armpit my arrival.

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2014年11月19日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 135th. week

With sweet-smelling, the third of her breasts, to have plucked. Or, with sweet-smelling, the breast of a woman with three eyes, to have plucked.
The wife have nursed, wearing two for one, her mourning dress.
With joss papers, common gardenia for the dead. to be left and have gone. Or, as joss papers, for dead men tell no tales, to be left and have gone.
To hold you, a pretty vacant, but now.
As you named from, the mirror in front of, just you are. Or, as you named from, before the mirror for, to do just for you.

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2014年11月12日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 134th. week

To put on a stylus, Showa pass away, to hear cock-a-doodle-doo.
Not to have come out of mourning yet, to go to pilgrimage to Ise, singing along a song "Toryanse".
A thief posing as fellow traveller, in a movement of Local Food, to miss eating.
When rain comes, aimless to go there is, a dragon after childbirth. Or, when rain comes, aimless to go there is, a dragon 3-5 position on the board. Otherwise, when rain comes, aimless to go there is, a dragon sculpture made by corals.
Is there brown sugar, on a Japanese lacquer work, a German cockroach goes.

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2014年11月05日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 133rd. week

A stigmata to show, to push aside through a spare tire around the middle, a fat man does.
To leave home, to kneel on the ground so what, for the paradise lost.
An anonymous, does think how kidding by, whodunit it is.
A pirate has a dream in which he drown, and recognizes, this town ain't big enough for.
To crush underfoot, tweeting "C'est La Vie", on a golden path by fallin' leaves.

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2014年10月29日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 132nd. week vol. 2

On tom‐toms, to run with and beat, the sounds of sweat.
Her hairs fall like rain, without umbrella, to dodge and go. Or, her hairs to be shaken, without umbrella, to dodge and go.
On back of a shrimp, to beat and understand, the sounds of wave. Or, to put a tempura of a shrimp, to beat and understand, the sounds of regular bowl of rice with.
In the edge of a pair of glasses, the reason is why reflect background, a dead person must be.
To hold a child in my arms, quite heavy, the moon on that night.

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 132nd. week vol. 1

Kmuro, Japanese hair style for a child, of three lower edges of the hair, trying to string out.
On the beads for soroban, cranes or tortoises which legs how count do, bunny-hopping we should do.
Two of protractors, to put together to be a circle, and to go on a trip.
Alfred Bernhard Nobel, to fail to assassinat, nonchalant the killer was.
A kunoichi Japanese female ninja, in between a pot and a tower, there is. Or, the position for nine, in between eight and ten, it's alright.

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2014年10月22日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 131st. week

With "Apocalypsis Johannis", taking along to compose a poem , on Lidong beginning of this winter.
By an infant, a hummer to be gotten hold, towards a mother's back.
A handkerchief to hold in the mouth, and to take a walk, on an animal trail. Or, a handkerchief to hold in the mouth, and to take three steps, on an animal trail.
For fulfilment of her vow, to have to cross seven bridge, to be puzzled how should do. Or, for fulfilment of her vow, to have crossed seven bridge, which dish should be selected (for her dinner).
To scatter his mum, the man who has gone, of tissue papers.

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2014年10月15日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 130th. week

On the mast, to stand by idly, to sink that's all.
To have forgotten to put a period, all at once, to break down.
On eating an mooncake, the moon wanes.
Autumn at the footpath between rice fields, the men in formal Japanese attire for men, to sing along "Aquarius / Let The Sunshine In".
At Le Calmant, to have been carried on the back and seen, a woman she is.

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2014年10月08日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 129th. week vol. 2

A woman rollin' on the river, on whom to be loaded on, and has gone.
The tairo peeping abobe Gohonmatsu, here he is. Or, The tairo on the one of five pine trees, all people to be here except him.
Cracking his neck and tweeting, a song for a cocue.
About the line of dora in mahjong, on the a coast road, to raise a stink.
The upper in the sky, suffer from a pain in the foot to be pulled, a gargoyle is there.

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 129th. week vol. 1

Chance ball it is, tilt tilt, a giant water bug here will, from his ass-hole.
To ask her the way to I should go, a girl hold her tongue and play her trumpet.
Of a maid, highest wind speed, during seeing and staying. Or, a maid, highest wind speed, at the room seeing and staying.
On the elopement, three demons have ten of their arms.
One-sided it is. on the beat by small dishes, to beg for money. Or, a one‐armed person, on the beat by small dishes, to beg for money.

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