2019年05月15日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 348th. week

Of his dominant hand, robbed the work, inconsistent it's. Or, of his dominant hand, robbed the work, one hand falling.
A red hair dog, shaking his head we cannot see, you're wrong he says.
By my first grandchild, to be cut with scissors, hime cut it's.
Between the famous stores, chirping on the valley of, having hardly any customers.
How many months and years, to live long he wants, My uncle is the king.

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2019年05月08日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 347th. week

In the box, no one knows, my elder brother there.
As manure, turning upside down for planting, thighbone into.
Dancing in the air, elder sister of the twins, grown into a woman.
Also you harmonize, a midget composing a poem, his voice how dark.
God of thunder also, three days late so, having our back to the wall.

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2019年05月01日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 346th week

Hearing tell of, clothes of a clown, how heavy it is.
Of the spider man, on making his threads, on carotid artery he looks.
Waking days they are, when holidays have, their breaking days.
To have a family quarrel, even if you except, that's for children.
Try to rick, on the desk, a drop of her slaver.

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2019年04月24日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 345th. week

At an Ice shop, lacking the finishing touch, tepid water I have.
The mediocrity, to make his influence, getting the generations of his grandchildren.
Under the night light, the wayside pebble, to acknowledge the value of. Or, the night light, the wayside pebble, to acknowledge the value of.
On rewinding, thread of memories, scorched colour on.
From the steeple, surveying far away, an eye of the cadaver.

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2019年04月17日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 344th. week

From that day, to hang himself, for striking a bell.
On taking off her clothes, like my mother, a nipple of hers.
Under the blue sky, on the day nothing to do, a bird fallin'. Or, In the blue sky, no abnormalities for the sun, a bird fallin'.
Also my grandson there, having eaten subhumans, on the day. Or, Also its grandson it has, having eaten subhumans, on the day.
And a gutter, her funeral makeup, in the night run.

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2019年04月10日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 343rd. week

Phones ring, cannot get up and walk away, a reason why there is.
After a bath, the sandman who should visit, waiting for.
To rattle your jewelry, for watching them, having no enough times.
If hang down, with a hungry look, a white mouth there.
To find the depth of water, a goblin at downstairs, choked with tears.

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2019年04月03日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 342nd. week

Of a photographer, on taking a photo of his, how ashamed.
To gag her, the sound of a shihsi-odoshi, I hear.
Three days I've in, a straitjacket, for sun drying.
To make tea, under her smile, skinny chest there.
On the other day, like crocodilians have, also decayed tooth.

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2019年03月27日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 341st. week vol. 2

At the edge of the mountain, a monkey picking fleas, on the nape of the neck on another.
With a self-righting doll, from standing in a line, zombies are.
Being full, at a page so looking up, to take command.
To being in a hurry, a wallet not necessary, she steals.
Even if it's cold, only a naked man with, approving of.

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 341st. week vol. 1

Being full view, from the south side of the sumo ring, how reproachful for me.
By the evil sprit, a man stolen his lover, a song for sung.
A magician does, with a vicious look, a beam looking daggers at.
The spirits of the war dead. like making welcome, a woman rising from.
On a next seat, a China girl, sticking a needle to.

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2019年03月20日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 340th. week

Waiting for the moon, for killing time, to restart it.
The footsteps, missing to recording for, to take by surprise.
For using a hand of a cat, having no times, an urodele man does.
The undead does, blowing down a chest of drawers, for wasted their way.
Having the time of waiting for, to be just doing your job, to keep it in mind.

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2019年03月13日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 359th. week

Getting hold of a rod, by her overhand grip, to touch my fingers on.
On this occasion, a commendable thing, trying to say.
From an eye of a corpse, left up in the air, a beetle is.
Winkles twisted, to press out, eight-map space we get.
To smear with blood, in the bottom of a pot, laughing his face seen,

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2019年03月06日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 358th. week

Surging waves, shaking with the moon, infant's wear in vermilion.
For a bait by a pine tree, also a prawn has taken off, in the first night.
From its chin, wet gotten by salvia, dead man he is.
Of the purse with a metal clasp, to tighten, just to do.
Lower strings, to tap, an offering for you.

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2019年02月27日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 357th. week

Her to overdo, the grave of his second wife, punching and kicking.
In the attic, also ruts in the blues, by their pillow talks.
Of the outgoing tide, being engulfed by a spiral, with black hair.
Stubborn they are, four of pilgrimages, telling their names.
On the ferris wheel, After getting off, with indifference each other looking on.

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2019年02月20日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 356th. week

Even a paste for private parts, cannot cover all, her ulterior motives.
No intent to murder him, until warming of water, to wash my hands.
Entrusted, because the whip bend well, I'm fascinated.
By rain appearing dim, a tuft of the hair for his deceased, residents in this world of suffering waiting.
By a barren woman, to lament for the night sky, cows low.

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2019年02月13日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 355th. week

At the veranda, his wife combing her hair, to be obsessed.
Getting off the bus after, for being pressed for time, to get a taxi. Or, getting off the bus after, for sticking fire in my ass, to get a taxi.
The good-natured old man, on his hypocrisy, to prepare hisself for. Or, the good-natured old man, on his hypocrisy, to lay his belly.
To purse up her lips, like a bough of willow, correcting her eyebrows.
By the doll, leaving myself to be invited, the days walking with.

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2019年02月06日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 354th. week

To hold your fire, his expression saying, looks like to make me buy.
Flying the kite, too late now it's, a reef knot had done.
A young bride, eggs beaten, two blood drops on.
Be scared of, by his wing, under the shadow of.
Her visage used to be, feigning ignorance, and fallin' to love.

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2019年01月30日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 353rd. week

This is you, in the rectangle, five-digit number is.
Even its colour is black, a button tore off, riding a parent's coat-tails.
On a rainy day, a woman with leeches, black hair's glowing.
In front of the bedroom, the three are, stay and standing.
In such a situation, also sitting on the floor grasping one's knees, not knowing how.

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2019年01月23日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 352nd. week

Narcissus, to make lie down, lights on the horizon appear.
Against keyboards, to set itself up, red plates.
Though acting arrogantly, showing his belly, like a drone.
A big kite, acting groveling, over the clouds. Or, a big octopus, acting groveling, over the clouds.
In your room, listening to the song, how many more times are left.

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2019年01月16日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 351st. week

The flowings, on crossing, broken.
Bleeding in sweet, my wife lay down with, mouth‐watering.
My elder brother has gone, a splint to fold in two, the day comes.
That's a lie, who tell that, a black dog.
Taking a nap, the scissors fallin', for giving him a warming.

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2019年01月09日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 350th. week vol. 2

On the velvet, downy glows, shining gold. Or, on the velvet, downy grows, shining gold.
To bring a smile, in the mirror, hanging herself. Or, to bring a smile, in the mirror, falling down her head.
Like having worms, to eat soba, how noisy it's.
A purse in red, saying may it please your honour, holding out his hand on.
Though culpable it is, on the ring of Saturn, a rainbow comes.

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