2012年12月12日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 34th. week vol. 3

By innocence of a bagworm, a joro spider is moved. (A joro spider has two means. One is a real existence spider, of which scientific name is Nephila clavata. Another is a ghost or goblin of Japanese folklore.)
Having drunken tequila and fallen unconscious, so a bottom of a bottle you can see.
In the dead of my child, after drinking over (his blood), as Hariti does.
At twilight (someone asks who is he), on the Buddha's palm of the hand, a landowner he must be.
Only a castrate there is, a flute for nihility by whom is taken along with.

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 34th. week vol. 2

A fly in the winter, by the deceased, there is.
A love child have recoated one more color of manicure on her finger's nails.
Under sugegasa, a kind of Japanese conical Asian hat, the eyes are shining brighter in gold.
Algae grow thickly we can see, flogs make sounds we can hear, spring might have come.
A folded paper crane I makes for drinking myself as a side dish, a fly stayed on a small dish.

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 34th. week vol. 1

So, my hands are chapped, be laughed at by Tsurube-otoshi, a creature from Japanese folklore, lurks in the tops of trees and drops down on unsuspecting humans (he has only a big face, off course, he has no hands).
On this island, I would like fishing catfish, like Don Gaba-cyo.
By a ball of yarn, on the jungle gym, solve a mystery, Guglielmo da Baskerville will.
To imitate the captain Ahab, waving his arm to appear inviting, a scarecrow has gone.
Or Naishi or Shikibu, becoming rivals in love on playing karuta, Japanese card game. Or, if not Shikibu, losing to rivals in love on playing karuta, Japanese card game.

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2012年12月05日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 33rd. week an addendum

The child of a pimp appeared between two pretty women, and sang "chi-chi-pa-pa" from the song "In The School Of Tree Sparrows".
The child of a sumo wrestler appeared and sang "chi-chi-pa-pa" from the song "In The School Of Tree Sparrows", like his stamping on the ring for a warm‐up.
The child from the kabuki world appeared and sang "chi-chi-pa-pa" from the song "In The School Of Tree Sparrows", like his walking along the passageway leading to and from the stage with exaggerated movements.
The child of a geisha girl appeared and sang "chi-chi-pa-pa" from the song "In The School Of Tree Sparrows" with the performance from the dance "Yakko-san, the pages".
Saheiji from the movie "Sun InThe Last Days Of The Shogunate" directed by Yuzo Kawashima, was unable to contain himself, appeared and sang "chi-chi-pa-pa" from the song "In The School Of Tree Sparrows" with the performance from the dance "Yakko-san, the pages".

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 33rd. week vol. 2

Nothing but burnt‐out ruins there is, a thief at a fire is dumbfounded.
With gold ingots, be locked up (by the friend), and starve to death.
Spreading out her legs and rolling, Proserpina with her pomegranate is.
To meet secretly at the sausage factory, a penanggalan, a variation of the vampire, and which is a detached female head with her stomach and entrails dangle below and flying in the night.
Impudently, light fire with my match, a thief posing as fellow traveller does. Or, scratching and scratching my matches to light fire, a thief posing as fellow traveller does.

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 33rd. week vol. 1

Buying a new calendar for a new year, at first we will check how many holidays in that May is there.
A endoscope through my body, from the anus to the mouth, shakes my back teeth.
Going bed with a woman, I find the words "prohibition of resale" on her body.
In the winter, only a nukenin, the ninja who escaped from his group which he was used to belong to, dashes on a desire path. Or, the winter is coming faster like it runs, so, on a desire path, there is only a nukenin, the ninja who escaped from his group which he was used to belong to.
Must be an evening primrose, a girl who plays the flute, whose nose bleeds. Or, must be an evening primrose, a girl who plays blowing job, on her period.

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2012年11月28日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 32nd. week vol. 2

In front of blood pressure meter, it has been a half period for days of moratorium.
Holding a new‐born baby, at the thicket, had fallen into decay.
Watching my bed upside-down, for your reward, you should be just waiting.
Also in this winter, with the precocious girl, I want to watch the God's Crossing on this lake when it is frozen. Or, also in this winter, with Too-Ticky, I want to watch the God's Crossing on this lake when it is frozen.
Say goodbye to Tokyo, unless saying something still having feeling for, I blow my nose.

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 32nd. week vol. 1

When you strike me by a bachi hebi, a hammer's spawn, is a legendary snake-like cryptid from Japan, you can hear good sounds from my stomach, because it is fat like a beer barrel.
They come from Khlysts if you go into their past life, also the Akarenger from the Gorenger and Bera from Humanoid Monster Bem.
Drinking a glass of water, which order of soup is correct, before or after, a Chinese spoon is here.
To be parboiled, how strange, beans are brighten. Or, to be parboiled, so beans becomes brighten, of which the place of origin is Myo-chiku-lin, the strange bamboo thicket.
As it is said, pretending not to see, a hammerhead shark is.

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2012年11月21日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 31st. week vol. 3

The dogs will find the Zanba-to, the sword of the Slum King is blowing in the wind.
In an evening of this winter, two of haiku poets pouring their own sake each other, are there. Or, drinking in this winter, two of the disabled pouring their own sake each other, are there.
Getting a windbill, near the signboards, I've thrown up. Or, broken the appointment, (so I've drunken until) the doors closed, I've thrown up.
Let's start a fresh, and hang yourself.
The bronze statue of a naked girl, wondering when it will be coated with verdigris, this spring has not come, yet.

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 31st. week vol. 2

When I've finished to read, I found the clockwork was warped, of which should be sicked in my screw.
In the next morning, it had calmed down the cold wintry wind, a match seller was there. Or, in the next morning, it had calmed down the cold wintry wind, so, we could sell our matches as business.
Chasing the dead woman, at Nakoso Station, raising a cloud of ashes (and I lost). (In Japanese, "Nakoso" means "don't come" or "don't follow".)
Jika-tabi, an outdoor footwear worn in Japan, when we put off, there is fragrantsweet‐smelling, it tells us here comes December.
Where the sound comes from, the girl is chasing it, from walking four miles to nine miles. (In Japanese winter. we can see roast sweet potato vendors in our streets,. They appears on the cars with the sound made by the chimneys of their boilers. Their advertising copy says "The flavor of roast sweet potatoes is much better than of chestnuts." It sounds same as "Thirteen miles is equal as nine miles and four miles" in Japanese language.)

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 31st. week vol. 1

Don't hear his tweets, please judge by my looks, the oriental dollarbird I am. Or, don't lend your ear to him, please look at me, the oriental dollarbird I am. (In Japan people believed the oriental dollarbird can tweet bu-po-so. And bu-po-so can be translate to "buddha, sila, monk", so they believe the bird can tweet bu-po-so is very faithful. So it named as bu-po-so in Japan. But the oriental dollarbird cannot tweet bu-po-so in real. Actually, the bird can tweet bu-po-so is the eurasian scops-owl. This truth can be found in 1935.)
Cutting short the advance hint of the story, so, we can get a grand finale. Or , by mistake, cutting short the advance hint of the story, so the story is just over.
At Nichome, to look down on pumpkin tempuras, split their chopsticks. Or, at Nichome, looking pumpkin tempuras and the ass of the lover, split chopsticks to eat.
Be disgusted, a lisping girl tries to take the initiative. Or, Be disgusted, a girl with short tongue tries to grasp my stick.
Loving somebody's lover, a woman from France, a Japanese macaque do.

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2012年11月14日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 30th. week vol. 2

At my misfortune, don't laugh mockingly, the carbuncle has his face on my body.
Would you like to try one? You're free to choose as you please. There are false or imitations of.
Whenever I visit my lover, there is a Japanese tit. Or, whenever I visit my lover, she is absent there.
When I took my choko, which is a cup to drink Japanese sake, being hard on me, the woman shook her head.
Sick in migraine, want to get off a headache part, the Anpanman, don't you think so?

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 30th. week vol. 1

The Japanese archipelago, get and throw as a boomerang.
Before the tongue of the mouth having dried, we shall order the dish of based on spring onions and tuna. Or, before your pussy having dried, we can eat the dish of based on spring onions and duck meat. (Because, it means "An accident waiting to happen." in Japanese that a wild duck comes carrying spring onions.)
She makes herself up, so, shakes a scythe, cuts off three heads and gets. Or, she fall in love with, so, shakes a scythe, cuts off three heads and gets.
After spanked by her, I wonder whether should I run after her, anyway, dosojin, the road ancestor god in Japan. is watching us.
On a sunny spot, before setting the table for dinner, a bottle of soy sause is there.

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2012年11月07日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 29th. week vol. 2

A cat within, a chest of drawers is falling down under the cliff.
To be announced being under The Cure, if you opened the door, you could understand it was Cheap Trick.
If you ask some questions to the snot-nosed kid, you will turn out just as his wished. Or, if you ask the snot-nosed kid what is this, it is the jar what he wonders about , no doubt.
On the sunset, getting some sun, the bent back tried to do a forward upward circling on the bar.
Sprouts of plants shooting from under the soil, grasping a razor, under her arm, there are.

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 29th. week vol. 1

In revenge, "Yes, it is. You're right" saying, I've danced with.
To hunt a street-woman, he attracts with ground bait at the dead end corner.
A whale's born, suck and lick, and lose mineral for his health.
Tracing a funiculus umbilicalis, it joined to an elektriciteit.
By "surgicar opelation", the screw on my crotch turns right-handed, too.

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2012年10月31日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 28th. week vol. 2

On January 11 in Japan, they cerebrate Kagami Biraki ("Opening the Mirror" or "Breaking the Mirror") instead of getting the confession by suspects (In Japanese "Breaking One's Mouth" means the confession).
Though I got "In Anger", I heard two songs about it in my brain, I couldn't decide what I should do, "Look Back" or "Don't Look Back".
The gu, a poison of ancient Chinese black magick, how wonderful it is, it should make a head falling down, straightly.
The grasses with a cup by each hands instead of their names, have waited to make a line, and spent all night long.
The Sofa which was wet by your tongue, has gone so far away. Or, the sofa on which I got ecstasy under your skin, has gone so far away.

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 28th. week vol. 1

Unintentionally or unexpectedly, to eat a tasty korokke (croquette in Japanese style), I want.
On October, I can hear a buzz though there is no smoky fire used to keep off mosquitoes in the night.
Saying "Not on any account!", he will hit a gong tomorrow.
Be tight‐lipped like a bottled pickles, the suspect is.
When I woke, a bloody left hand there is. Or, when I woke, my left hand got bloodied.

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2012年10月24日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 27th. week

At the garden there are petrified people, except Medousa combing.
To run away from home, and sing to the sky "Mack The Knife".
After discussion all night long, (we could not come to the conclusion,) so we will talking about it other day.
What shall I do, there is a thorn in his words which he moans.
To prove for my love, when I prize open your mouth and spit at.

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2012年10月17日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 26th. week

Please spin a magazine of the revolver, if you wanted, however, I let you die.
There is a thorn of the rose which you hold in your mouth.
To learn Chinese calligraphy, by ink brushes and inkstone, a threatening letter used for a example.
BlacK Lizard, Japanese female phantom thief, Gauche the cellist doesn't know, is hiding herself in his instrument.
Before being drunk, falling asleep and taking a bath, I shall give you cunnilingus.

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2012年10月10日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 25th. week

By uiro, a Japanese traditional steamed cake, I am made fun of on our lover's quarrel.
It seems for old men and old women to be just hale and hearty in the examination room.
There is a lonely woman walking in the street only, so I call out to her "Uwan!", but she never lose her head. (Uwan in Japanese folklore is a disembodied voice that inhabits old, abandoned temples and homes. It is said if you hear somebody calls "Uwan!", you must answer "Uwan!" If you do not do, you should be taken away to the hell.)
The party is over, so I have nothing to do without green bristlegrass.
So lovely tortoise had gone, by cup. we made burial mound and buried.

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