2025年02月19日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 688th. week

On my coming back home, who playing piano, my sweetheart is.
in the hand who did it, on 2:00 am in that night, a long nail used.
Uninterrupted, with my friend going to die, in the forest we got lost.
On breathing his last, before to land, on parachute.
The colonels on the planet, a song sung on the terra, intently staring at.

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2025年02月12日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 687th. week

Pretending to be out, left rolling over, a manger there.
Having a bath in a washtub, on the back of a woman, to draw a face mark.
And nanohana, swaying on a branch, a black armband there.
Gone to his homeworld, too late now, the encircling net for is.
Before killed by bomb, by blue flare, a necklace on. Or, failing completely, by blue flare, a necklace on.

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2025年02月05日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 686th. week

For being sociable, pretending to forget it, and laughing.
Two or three, lifting them off a shelf, like a raccoon is.
For picking chestnuts, to rush into the fire, the acrobat is. Or, For out of the frying pan into the fire, like a moth, the acrobat is.
Coming out of prison, a woman had caught in the middle, getting married.
The person pulling a few strings, who living under the same roof, him I wonder.

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2025年01月29日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 685th. week

A spy, unable to drop, having crashed the plane.
In vain, parting with her, holding the hand.
A girl others arrnged for him, unable to prey on, becoming a sweat couple with her.
By a muddy stream, fallen off his donkey, the clergy is carried away.
The wheelchair she getting into, to go as it rolled, leaving off mourning.

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2025年01月22日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 684th. week

In the night I depart, into my groin to bury her face, my teacher's favour. Or, in one night, , into my groin to bury her face, my teacher's favour.
On the year-end, in the time roasting beans, a cocu stays only alone.
A butterfly net, gasping tightly, a space ship it is.
Her wooden clappers, go home while striking, a little girl does.
With a hot iron, being slightly burnt, a baby with Mongolian blue spot.

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2025年01月15日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 683rd. week

Making our way into, all around there, carpenter bees are.
Before into the sewerage, not a crocodile coming, making a wish.
With the broth, on a cigar throw away, his saliva put.
In front of the photocopier, taking up her stand, a day after her vacation.
Three days ago, an ermine was fascinated, a widow passing by.

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2025年01月08日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 682nd. week

Of a cutlassfish, like small bones, scolded I am.
On their big fight, ether win or lose, a day of the enrollment.
As his parting presents, the last one of all, became a mushroom cloud.
Goodbye for ever, even a ghost, giving him a wave.
By a stylus writing, the sounds over there, the water is boiling.

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2025年01月01日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 681st. week

Dressing up, and waiting for his obituary, a woman there.
On writing the address, in a large hand, Kojimachi the words.
For sobering up, using the belly like Budai's, as my pillow.
Extremity cold, only spitzes, no howling in the night.
With dried persimmons, fluttering in the wind, thighs is.

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2024年12月25日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 680th. week

Nothing there I can do, with pencil holder, and lying in her lap.
Kept in captivity, for elder brother of the twins, induction cooking
The neighboring country is, a naked woman from another planet, has governed.
Under dappled sunlight, one of the roots, wet by something there. or, under dappled sunlight, one of the roots, the evidence of a love scene left.
The flu going around I wonder, even the indomitability robot, has a runny nose.

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2024年12月18日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 679th. week

By a drunkard, to sober me, a quote told. Or by a man wearing suikan, to sober me, a quote told.
In front of a freeway, giving a ride, an alien she is.
Three mercenaries, after filling up, go to Oniga-shima.
A tenugui, existing for a street girl, it exists.
A chevalier noir, spits out black smoke, and runs away.

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2024年12月11日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 678th. week

Of our empire, rise or fall, to throw a swim ring.
Of Honshu, sewing the four corners together, being taken digestive medicine.
In Penglai, at the field, the grave of a police officer there was.
On the bald mountain, a landslide occured, spring has come.
A maiden has gone, by the wind flower petals fluttering, and Johnny the vampire. Or, a maiden has gone, because of the wind flower petals fluttering, I found that Johnny the vampire has done.

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2024年12月04日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 677th. week

For agonizing cries, to gape, waiting for.
Also in this winter, with love theme from, the car appears.
The missionary, by the loud laugh of the king, getting chills down his skin.
Of the melody, three times hitting the wrong note, rub-a-dub and a-dub.
Giving himself airs, behind his crow's-feet, the darkness is there. Or, giving himself airs, behind his crow's-feet, the illness is there.

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2024年11月27日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 676th. week

What is this, like milt, it takes.
By box, the sky of Chieko, sold at.
With his secret affection, handstand by the monkey, just three more times.
By my pillow, the envy of a woman, and her armpit hair left.
With Konpira Gongen, on the heaving belly, setting before sailing.

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2024年11月20日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 675th. week

Having big breasts, with shaved head, growing armpit hair.
Lied to you, confessing each other, two of monks there.
Under her brushwood, raising the head, a serpent you are.
In the back of the road, at the farthest there is, the pediatric ward.
Being in her blubber, through the glass, with contorted face.

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2024年11月13日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 674th. week

Lucking my knowledge, three instead of, trying to have hair transplantation.
By lupe, only downy hairs on her skin, attracting my attention.
On up wind, only fine-sounding things, having been placed.
The next morning comes, on purpose leaving here, her earring.
Of this manhole, the cover on the other side, the beach blossom spring could have waited for.

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2024年11月06日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 673rd. week

In the middle of the day, tip of a icicle also, paint it in red. Or, in the middle of the day, tip of a icicle also, getting wet in red.
The cyclopean eye, waiting for him, at the colosseum.
With white wax skin, just before last train, you I meet.
A woodlouse, you as is, staying there. Or, a woodlouse, you as is, be still the same.
At the riverside of the milk way, grabbing his fishing rod, the skull-head there,

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2024年10月30日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 672nd. week

Only the head, beyond the dream I dreamed, laughing at.
The roof creaking, of a woman playing her cello, like the scapula.
At the corner with house plants, made left their seats, the secretary there.
A boy rejected by them, a stone stuck in a rut, who give a long look.
A day for sun-drying, shirts of the guardian, hung on inside out also.

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2024年10月23日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 671st. week

The suspects, also selling, at the marche aux puces. Or, the suspects, being also sold, at the marche aux puces.
After thousand years, at half awake, a mummy gets out of.
At my backyard, according to their self-declarations, two of virgins wait.
On the ice, who dancing, the Fuhrer on elapsed days is.
Of dogs for food, left them decay, in front of a fun. Or, of dogs for food, left them decay, rotating like a fun.

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2024年10月16日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 670th. week

Come on my boy, to your elder brother you killed, let's kiss.
For my grandchild, commonly used words, preparing a set of.
It cleared up, behind the shopkeeper of a barber shop, his blood on the red track.
A clot, a black kite drawing a circle in the sky, has seen.
Through a glass window, with a country girl, a modern-boy there.

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2024年10月09日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the the 669th. week

On the batten, one of the horse-headed, knitting his shoes.
With a blurred vision by blood, in the very back, a dressing room there.
In the morning of tomorrow, one of the men I met on today, falling down.
Before going to sleep, of the guide, trying to mimic.
Of the fuhrer, a woman in black leather, getting stuffy and sweat.

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