2023年10月04日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 616th. week

For his summer holidays, only a bit, the child nods.
If the only one there, anyone can, be easily convinced to.
Where shall we go, of a woman with a tail, wrapped by her arms.
A bird gone, in the hand of a girl, a key to the room there.
On just past noon, in front of the bookshelf, a shadow still.

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2023年09月27日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 615th. week

The swamp in red, shrouded in the mist, it's a perfect day for a crocodile.
Looking behind to, by his antlers of the demon, aeolian noises I hear.
About this time last year, with their father of twins, the summer I had spent. Or, about this time last year, with their bazooms of twins, the summer I had spent.
Three days have already past, in the wind say with no mercy, red spider lilies.
Before crashing, a dwarf held, the control stick of.

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2023年09月20日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 614th. week

Taking the form of a human, grinding his teeth in every night, in the kennel.
The wounded dog, to come again 100 years later, he said.
His corpse with that as a cause, by her skin in chalk, to be held.
For my journey to distant land, with his keepsake, taking as a hostage.
Into fire burn, coming off its rim and rolling out, one of the wheel is.

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2023年09月13日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 613rd. week

At paddy field in fall, like clappers, skulls swaying. Or, at the valley in autumn, like clappers, skulls swaying.
His attendant, finds vacuity in the pupils of His Majesty, and frightened.
The who be killed, women in usual, with black hairs but.
With the death the maiden, to hear until the foghorn, having danced.
About the suspect, with eating mitarashi dangos, having relationships.

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2023年09月06日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 612nd. week

Clattering sounds I hear, just only spinning the wheels, your wheelchair is.
The tragedy happens where, looking on with indifference, a crocodile creeps.
My newly-married wife, waiting for outside, I play oicho-kabu with.
At the abandoned station building, for the first train, with spirts of the dead.
On the bathtub, inflamed in red, an arches of foot there.

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2023年08月30日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 611st. week

A earthen vessel is, covered with sand, exposed to rain. Or, white dragon pile is, covered with sand, exposed to rain.
From the overhang of a young widow's, of a swallow leaving, the season comes. Or, under protection of a young widow, of her toy boy leaving, the season comes
Of the red paper, written down the back, the menu for today. Or, of his draft card, written down the back, the menu for today.
The old master, as his apprentice begged, got undressed.
All of the married, forming their line, on the very narrow passage. Or, all of the married, forming their line, between her barse and anus.

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2023年08月23日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 610th. week

By her homecoming, when cat's away, my ed developing.
After equinocitial week, I met on yesterday, my late wife.
On the broken mirror, the obsequious smile I find, beyond the black curtain.
An lost cat, on strain by spacetime, has meowed.
Caressed on my cheek, beyond boating dock, by a cold palm.

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2023年08月16日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 609th. week

On tomorrow, making it, on time trip I'll go.
Getting the roster, and visiting, a funeral home I arrive.
On our supper time, holding his rice paddle, the man comes.
In the bridal night, on her anus, putting on pale red.
In the night what happen, he confess I wonder, the chaplain does.

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2023年08月09日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 608th. week

The insanity, waiting for a little girl, with a full moon. Or, the insanity, waiting for his adopted daughter, with a full moon.
On Mt. Shigi, to try making the sound, the pentatonic scale in the movie.
Cordon off, with one of the cats, watching and warding.
Of his old friend, planing breaking the heart, pseudo-Cyrano.
Of my brand-new, because the parasol having blown inside out, getting dripping wet.

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2023年08月02日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 607th. week

With eating red rice, Xiongnu left, the encirclement looking down.
The night fell before reaching, to attack tramps, getting pied-a-terre.
On ultisol, fascinated by his goat, prostituting herself. Or, on ultisol, driven by his goat, prostituting herself.
Because of cut a finger with, for picking me up from Tartarus, the man come. Or, because of making pinky swear with, for picking me up from Tartarus, the man come.
Gulls know do, an aircraft carrier, goes to where.

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2023年07月26日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 606th. week

In a morning of the summer, a Chinese lantern plant into her mouth, made her given a sort of grasp.
A crocking toad, a stalk of pampas grass, swaying on his back carried.
The good-looking, with the ugly actress, the reason why falling love.
Earthly Branches should be has 13 selections, on the ecliptic, Ophiuchus stays there.
Darkness in the sky, crying out giant jellyfish, of the abdomen.

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2023年07月19日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 605th. week

Before Our Rehearsal, singing with twin daughters, on the lift.
With the three-headed, In Zoshigaya, into a grove.
On the road like Radical 162, tracking and going away, Radical 170 is.
A steam train, eager to get her caterpillars, at that stage.
Biting for taste, of my mother armless, her some toes.

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2023年07月12日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 604th. week

Two cripples, pointing out a kite, on the sand. Or, two haiku poets, pointing out a kite, on the sand.
Of a wheelchair, in the swimming pool growing over with moss, with wheels like.
From the royal castle, smoldering and suffocating, where goes.
Though the trip with my family, at everywhere else we go, the woman having an affair with I see.
By my kiss, of playing soldier with them, as picking up affair. Or, by taking a sip from, of playing soldier with them, as picking up affair.

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2023年07月05日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 603rd. week

Surf crashing, to be sacrificed for me, he under the cliff.
Getting soaked and, a feeling of the stone, not noticing about.
Flirted with, a drawn woman past her prime, saggy her belly tells.
Flying in flocks flies, as the king of corpses, on today to enshrine.
Denying the charge, for shielding herself behind, her legs making spread out.

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2023年06月28日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 602nd. week

Alice in nowadays, in stead of dreaming, to visit an land of electricity.
Into the tray for sandplay therapy, a hidden spike, fatally wounded for him.
Revealing her bare truth, of hers, running eyes.
On the lifeboat, setting the sun, and other voices.
By parboiling, a girl like voluming up at outskirts, I see her as.

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2023年06月21日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 601st. week

The double-edged in my hand, by my mother's corpse, left for.
In the way of the world, until proven guilty, justice it is said.
By getting dark, burning the house where their out, a banana he saw.
The mastermind of, hiding their mother, runs away.
To the herdsman, begging for money, backfiring for him.

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2023年06月14日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 600th. week

Cooling off in the evening, with the left hand of the spirit, a paper hand there. Or, cooling off in the evening, with the left hand of the spirit, moving like a paper hand .
On their armbands, two of ekss, in the mysterious region.
Of a boy, mouing for the dog, this summer ends.
The fatherless boy says, Virgin birth of me playing dumb it might be.
Into the wave, her respirator thrown away, my love in the summer.

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2023年06月07日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 559th. week

In the sky, a flying kite leads, to his grave.
Ter in die, for my savage mother, care with bedpans.
Pieces in red, from the air vent, gushing out.
Taking a bullet in his guts though, just singing always he does, the heard-hearted sergeant.
With her black hears, tied to a rope, a woman she is. Or, by her black hears, being arresrted, a woman she is.

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2023年05月31日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 558th. week

For my punishment, my left long finger, gotten caught.
Of limestone, leveling a hill, a charred body I found. Or, of limestone, leveling a hill, a charred body I burryed.
A quack doctor, to give a shot to her, dying to.
When the city breakouts, on my falling down, dog face in front of me.
Good day to you, catfishing as an idiot, an oniwaban the undercover agent.

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2023年05月24日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 557th. week

On the visiting, my mother with a broom welcoming, typical it's so.
Under a hanging corpse, looking up and bathing, shadow of the moon.
Of the diocesan administrator, one in ten sermons, all a dream ending it is.
Licking my saliva, toes of a woman, into the other's.
After his breaking out, just as thought, tending to self-deprecate.

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