2022年05月11日
Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 504th. week
Of the heroine, despite her snooze, being frightened and beating feet.
To abuse his position, holding out threats and getting, as a coffin for himself. Or, to abuse his position, holding out threats and getting, courting his death.
Obituary of his mother, in the brothel for aspros, a buffon knows.
By his arch-nemesis, forwarded force down, his innate character.
To the sound of the waves, listening carefully, amorous voices I hear.
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2022年05月04日
Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 503rd. week
Being miscarried, only a baby, surviving. Or, swept away, only a baby, surviving.
Putting up her umbrella, tired of waiting her old customer, a prostitute maybe.
With pagans for him, clinging together, on one boat. Or, with pagans for him, clinging together, as strange bedfellows.
Because of keeping his secrets, fatty in my mouth, gold chains there for a gag.
The husband running away, tracing his paramour gone, though. Or, the husband running away, routed out by his paramour gone, though.
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2022年04月27日
Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 502nd. week
In the Battle field, failing to get, a chaplain there.
Fishnet stocking, over his head a man pulling, and laughing. Or, with fishnet stocking, a man bitten, and laughing.
By machine codes, their lover's talking, two of them do.
Confessing his first love to, undead has over, the night comes.
Even the master of the sword, keeping under her thumb, a wife after illness.
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2022年04月20日
Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days,the 501st. week
Of two years later, having dreamed the precognitive dream, at the year before last.
Toward muddy places, the more holly flower is, the more easy falling.
Above the hole of her butt, one of her moles, there is.
No hairs in her public area, as my following, the head having shaved.
How do you feel, under double boiler, the contrariness?
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2022年04月13日
Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 500th. week
Under the burning sun, the weight untied, a corpus flows.
And a ship sails on, wearing horsehairs, showing the beautiful leg.
On cherry blossoms fallin', faithful wives sitting in a row, in the monde at the home front. Or, on cherry blossoms fallin', faithful wives sitting in a row, in the nights at the home front.
No visitors to her sicking in bed, shakin' her spoon, to bloom flowers of bouillon.
Hanging down a handrail, a costume of the laughin' clown, blood covers.
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2022年04月06日
Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 499th. week
On Fridays, taking out a few heads, because of the rubbish days.
The door knocked by someone, in the night it's rainy, the same voice I hear.
Having nothing, the old getting kicked out, the day it is.
The man as his good match, easily by the other, shot through.
In the fly formation, the girl also today, droppin' by her parachute.
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2022年03月30日
Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 498th. week
It's snowing though, under her fur wearing, underarm odor having.
In the battlefield, only the good appears, in this movie.
From the bottom of a muddy place, looking back to, the next house I see.
There is, a book in me, I'm there.
Also the gaged, caught by the ears, the eight bells ringing.
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2022年03月23日
Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 497th. week
Though snowing, from over rattling the house, sounds of the bedroom I hear.
By losing his light, the dog shooter also, into the swamp. or, by losing his light, who also chasing the dog, into the swamp.
The switchboard operator to him, behind her desk, fraternizes with love.
A handful of sands falling after, under the sand pile, doodlebug hides.
Though begging return to the moon, no person to cling for her, Princess Kaguya nowadays she is.
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2022年03月16日
Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 496th. week
Because of my sudden blindness, squints of my father, only clinging to.
At the fixed time, her husband as corpse, has gotten up.
By the leer, fluttering in the wind, her shapely eyebrows.
Despite his pretty offense, by the stopping the clock, getting imprisoned for his life.
Open the diary, their lost in space, on today the day.
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2022年03月09日
Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 495th. week
In the night his returning to port, on the finger of his artificial hand, a ring shinning.
A virgin only, herself into a drawn sword, having put.
At a bound, towards Alpha Centauri, as doing a flit.
Same here it's, also being proud with, bruise on right in the face.
For the working overtimes, keeping in place one, of pieces of bread.
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2022年03月02日
Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 494th. week
Rather than his wife, better having loved his sister, the brush ape is. Or, rather than his wife, better having loved his tubers, the brush ape is.
Of the screw thread, each of their personality, has in this place where there is.
On his lower jaw, engraved the mark of her ring, and fell in love. Or, on his lower jaw, engraved the mark of her ring, and begged.
In blooming out of season, on his dying moments, loved him madly. Or, after his comeback, and , on his dying moments, loved him madly.
In the night of drought, holdin' a dipper, a vengeful ghost stands. Or, in the monde of drought, holdin' a dipper, a vengeful ghost stands.
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2022年02月23日
Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 493rd. week
My priest invites me, with his five corpses, on the birthday.
Holding out his hand, with big eye, on his. abdomen.
A girl diving into water, to fall in love with, before the time comes.
My master comes, clipping the edge of a vase, to boil the billy in.
In his hair putting on a ribbon, and on his zoris with red thongs wearing, a vampire standing is.
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2022年02月16日
Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 492nd. week
After getting his freedom, the darkness swiftly flow, in the sea of vacuity. Or, after getting his freedom, the darkness swiftly flow, bred. by vacuity.
In the name of nutritious, faceless porridge, she boiling.
Pi attack under there, cracking his smile only, on the roof he is.
Risking her life, of innocent children, to know their sin.
What resounding, drooly, sounds of a jew's harp.
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2022年02月09日
Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 491st. week
Of his hatred, never going off because of, the father possessed.
An insurrection broken out, a crown officer pretending not to see, to go an escape jorney with.
For as binding of Issac, two virgins barred in, into the cage.
Artsy-smartsy he is, can't drawing he thinks, her fingers cut off. Or, artsy-smartsy he is, for ceasing to paint, his fingers cut off.
Hide-and-seek on they playing, from the top of a tree, three cadavers of them hung down.
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2022年02月02日
Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 490th. week
For putting an end to, too exaggerated, a song by her father.
On grinding, Put as the trash, a glass eye were.
Of killing my child, for destroying the evidence, by 4 ton and a half truck. Or, of killing my child, for destroying the evidence, weights 4.5 ton.
The light of day having seen, a dream in past days, a child has drawn as a picture.
In the purse with a metal clasp, one of something, chirping is. Or, in the mouth of a toad, one of something, chirping is.
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2022年01月26日
Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 489th. week
At the carnival, one of clowns, hunted and killed.
By my stepchild, at her mercy, killing my wife.
A remark of his masturbation, the hollow's void, using there is.
Lying on, a small grain of pears, biting. Or, Lying on, no replay gotten, biting.
Imitating ridiculously is it, even aliens, he preach.
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2022年01月19日
Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 488th. week
On the day of the forced suicide I said, carry out your business, for my cruel creditors.
In my dream also, biting me gently, a voice of the woman I hear.
Be fallen from grace, to out of spite, the who dropping.
Be at home only, to open the three-sided mirror, put red on my lips.
Children having sex, no sunny, in the room without clock.
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2022年01月12日
Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 487th. week
A t the other side of my window, on the roof only, getting the sun.
The light machine gun, suitable for Chibi-ta the naughty, almost as if using.
Of the blindfolded, running my tongue along, for identifying hers.
The bottoms of the road, differing inn meaning, the farthest land there. Or, Michinoku region, differing inn meaning, the farthest land there.
By taking drastic measures, getting fired, two of us. Or, by taking an axe to, flying in the air, two heads are.
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2022年01月06日
映画ヲ詠メル
指かさぬ ひびくひと音に 絆されて 咎おうひとと 愛かはす夜
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2022年01月05日
Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 486th. week
Before to operate, by an injury in yesterday, arched the doctor is.
When it closed, staying there, The door of a hearse.
Because of the onlooker, as out of season, three cheers I feel.
Of my benefactress, in her womb hatching, the ancient witch brought to life.
Running away the fugitive, chasing his tracker, the wife of the fugitive tracking.
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