2016年12月21日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 243rd. week

If getting cold you are, indulgences you could get, a few of.
In the night of December, roaring drums, to get his obituary. Or, in the world of December, roaring drums, to get his obituary.
To pound mochi, the role for Autumn Leaves, having come to an end already.
An umeboshi is, towards the bottom of a well, fallin'.
To lose a job, an announcement for the time pupils get out of school, I hear.

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2016年12月14日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 242nd. week

Being half asleep, to draw regular polygons, in this winter.
On my waist, to be put her arms around, how pushy they are.
By brotherhood, on a bed sheet, blood is red. Or, by brotherhood, on a bed sheet, blood will proove.
Only glasses, looks like him, you are.
To see shaking hands, also you get old, rain falls.

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2016年12月07日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 241st. week vol. 2

At the setting sun, to have stolen down my nuts, pee falls.
To write down his dream, on the path to the grave, groundnuts please.
On this schoolbook, to rest his chin in his hands, with eyes of a panda.
On the end of the year, at the corner of ATM, to get dizzy.
Of long johns, to seek the whereabouts, because a mother and a daughter we are.

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 241st. week vol. 1

In colour of yellowish green, to slay a warm, a child is there.
On a sand hill, two or three are there, printed by bottoms.
Being outdone by, for a while, female high-school students'.
How pitiful it is, same numbers of her screams, to be deceived by.
On a Indian summer, a frog does for a kappa, to sharpen his claws.

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2016年11月30日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 240th. week

And Japanese pickled vegetables, the sounds of thumping, at a cheaply built house.
For a homely woman, with a pencil in my hand, in front of the mirror.
Off your name, my mind to have gotten, in the early afternoon alone.
To open his heart, for ascertaining, by force of his personality.
Under sunshine in this winter, to put a drop from an eyewash, at a center ball spring on my parasol.

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2016年11月23日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 239th. week

At a drinking bout, of a tuning fork held in his mouth, being out of sync.
At spring noon, at the edge of a draining hot water, licking pieces of cabbage.
A man feeling dizzy after taking a long bath, outline of his belly, to have traced.
At Tokyu department store, to thread through and harry, Lou Reed did.
By way of revenge, from Shigeo's stubble, two or three of.

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2016年11月16日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 238th. week

Of parallel lines, at the land of intersection, to stand there I hope.
A wild goose on its back, one of the truck, to have tunble down. Or, with its back to a wild goose, one of the truck, to have tunble down.
The teeth on the geta also, failing to tread on, a black beetle runs.
On pipes, to lean, and waiting for setting sun.
Overpainting on, an urine bottle at the next door, flies floating.

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2016年11月09日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 237th. week

On the day before traveling, to go down on it's knees, a luggage does. Or, on the day before traveling, to go down onmy knees, and into a luggage.
To count on my fingers, the name of an old lady, cannot decide how to call.
Maybe it’s just me, the more my shoulders are stiff, the more my money is going out.
In the room, the same numbers of clocks, my enemies are there.
To be smeared with sands, on the edge of the surf, a girl waiting for.

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2016年11月02日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 236th. week

With candy floss, Putting green laver on her tooth, how charm she is.
Looking before you leap, to learn how to dress kimono, for the first making love of the New Year.
Suffering from water shortage, to waste time on today, at a teahouse for lovers only.
On the evening glow, fallin' out almost all, my white hair is.
To read a proof, for out of season, to use a sea hare's.

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2016年10月26日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 235th. week

In revenge for, whole with a kotatsu, flung it over.
At paring, to turn to the Speckled, begging her for money.
Because of her little taste, to a woman next seat, salt and pepper please. Or, because of her thin lips, to a woman next seat, salt and pepper please.
Of the unused, a condom for a side dish, a pillow talk with.
That girl is, like Chieko, soaring in the sky.

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2016年10月19日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 234th. week

On this week, only by the editor, to have blamed.
A fire fighter says, source of the rumor may be, a wall outlet it's. Or, a troubleshooter says, source of the rumor may be, a wall outlet it's.
Whether playing reggae, on yesterday, today and tomorrow, it rains.
The trio there are, for three guys, girls they are.
To put up an umbrella, the little finger of my right hand, the day I can't hook.

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2016年10月12日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 233rd. week

On chanting a sutra, at the room next door, being close to each other.
The electric lamp, on exchanging to new one, a ship sinks.
In where your staying, two hands of a clock, to drop out of sight.
As preying impaling in shrikes, to regard me, humid in this night it's.
Grains of boiled rice, wrapping with a leaf of ginkgo, ants haul.

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2016年10月05日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 232nd. week

Three more days left, along a suture for a wound, to wear a headband.
The star fallin', at the end of a farce, to become a priest he does.
Of a hermaphrodite, either front and back, in the three‐cornered they do.
On a low dining table, before grinding tea leaves, to use weak tea (for wiping). Or, on a low dining table, before being boring, to use weak tea (for wiping).
On a fallin' love, a night sky to come into her mind, Romantisme it is.

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2016年09月28日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 231st. week

At before dawn, my draining hot water from noodles, such uneasy feeling I've never had.
On clipping my toenails, as to stay there any longer, to bend over.
Of Japanese mustard spinach, as if it's not a matter of life and death, to cut it up into pieces.
A taxi, to running after, and children tumbling down.
From the edge of the moon, Yoshio folds origami, a sailboat is made.

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2016年09月21日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 230th. week

From the back of a hippopotamus, how enormous it is, water dashes out.
To boggle our mind, flying to escape, bugs in summer.
Where my Irises cannot get to reach, in the distance, your hands are there.
By the sounds from small gongs, cannot to live in idleness, for autumn festival.
Some words of congratulation, to be glad to accept, from a cellular phone.

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2016年09月14日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 229th. week

Reds and whites, by forward upward circling, their caps fly.
Because of standing her up, to sit down, on red rust there is.
On early in the morning, making it restart, to have a smoke.
Under a different name, at the mercy of the waves, black hair she has.
A clear blue sky after a typhoon, a cemetery for umbrellas there, I heard.

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2016年09月07日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 228th. week

On a wooden floor, to get over earthing up, a die-cast car runs.
A hand towel, to bite a edge of, the possessed by a fox does.
The party's over, only one love we need, good enough for.
A rainbow appeared, an elephant smashing under his foot, a fire hydrant.
A day for having an affair, in apartment-size (smaller-size), two ochokos the utensils for drinking sake.

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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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