
The poem below is a poem posted on an English site.
All using machine translation.
Invisible man
The feet of the socks are empty
The palms of my gloves are empty
Clothes on the body are empty
People call it being invisible
Invisible people don’t and can’t call others opaque
I liken that frustration to a song
Inharmonic Mozart
Rock Bach
Country Schubert
A pop singer that no one listens to
Christmas
Christmas!
The turkey are dancing
It’s a day for a tasty meal!
The turkey’s last supper
The traitor is the turkey’s owner
And the turkey is killed,
Became meat and turned into a dish
The turkey was resurrected
“Hey, did I taste good?”
But no one was listening
A Happy New Year!
And everyone is celebrating
No one cared about the trail God had given the turkey
And the turkey was reincarnated as Jesus Christ
Everyone believed in his resurrection as God’s trajectory
And Jesus Christ is reincarnated as a turkey again
woodpecker
I was born a woodpecker
When I poked a telephone pole mistaking it for a tree
I broke my beak
I can’t peck at trees anymore
I’m not even a woodpecker
I was flying through the air crying
A boy dreamed that he could fly like that
I envied him and dreamed of him
God created equal and unequal
The musician chose unequal guests and drew equal staves
A politician champions equality unequal to himself
The poet rages against equality and inequality
Jesus Christ did not write his own words in the Bible
He instilled in his disciples an equally subjective view of Christ
Who is telling the truth
Only Judas knows that
I, a woodpecker, dream of Judas
hot cocoa
Tokyo is in shock
People are walking around wearing warm clothes
Autumn in the calendar is almost over
But the trees are just starting to change their autumn colors
The sky is cloudy and the wind is cold
I feel warmth in a room with a stove
And I’m having trouble forgetting the password for my email address
I was relieved to finally be able to access with the password I remembered
At times like this, let’s drink hot cocoa
Translating too many other people’s poems,
exceeding the limits of machine translation DeepL
Kicking away the language barrier with a lightsaber
Sunset is rising
Sunset is rising
Because the night is peeing and they won’t make it in time
People were horrified that it was a natural cataclysm
And they turned to a new religion that gave them the wrong answer
The sun’s kindness was a nuisance to mankind
The night was sad to see
That night, it rained
After the rain stopped, despite the night,
A rainbow appeared
On Instagram
The image of a vampire drinking tomato juice became popular
Everyone started drinking tomato juice
Vampires become famous Instagrammers
This time, he posted an image of himself appealing for blood donation
Everyone started to donate blood
Drinking their blood, the vampires managed to make fashionable people their servants
His name is Steve Gates
Now the head of a charity organization, he
Secretly plotting your next ambition
It never stops
palette
Staring at the sunset and the sea
If you look closely, it’s a Rothko painting
Stare at the ungainly clothes of overweight people
If you look closely, it’s a Rothko painting
Staring at Rothko’s painting
When I looked closely, it was an artist’s palette that had never sold
The artist’s paintings imitated Millet, who specialized in rural landscapes
Rosco thought
His palette sells better
BONSAI and Ordinary talent ‘BONSAI to bonsai’
My father bought a young pine tree for BONSAI
He immediately twisted the young tree with a wire
and began to grow it
As a child, I felt sorry for the BONSAI
I pleaded with him many times to untwist the wire
My father had no choice but to remove the wire
The young tree grew up without twisting from the middle
Now the BONSAI is a mature tree
Is it a BONSAI or just a pine tree?
It’s hard to tell if it’s a BONSAI or just a pine tree
It looks like a Kandinsky-Rothko collaboration
It has no aesthetic appeal
It has no sense of goodness
Nor does it evoke a sense of spirituality
Who is it?
Ordinary talent = ‘bonsai’
My answer is clear
It is a BONSAI and a pine tree that can be in my garden
One and a quarter traffic
Dead leaves on the road roll in the wind
I run the green light, the red light, and I skip the car
Houses, convenience stores, gas stations, drugstores
the scenery drops behind me
One and a quarter traffic
Rags of color changing cloth cover the blue sky
let’s kill it
Hototogis,If it won’t sing, let’s kill it
Hototogis,If it won’t sing, let’s make it sing
Hototogis,If it won’t sing, let’s wait until it does
Hototogis,If it won’t sing, I won’t sing either
I am a hototogis
Coffee tastes like coffee
Coffee tastes like coffee
Tea tastes like tea
Cookie tastes like cookie
Chocolate tastes like chocolate
A child’s hunger in wartime tastes like hunger
Drunk tastes like drunk
Kandinsky’s paintings taste like music
I taste like someone
Poetry that turns around
Busy times have passed
It’s time to read the poem slowly
Machine translation can also understand a person’s personality
Nice people
Thinker
People who have a fixed mind
A person who puts his emotions into poetry
And if you ask me if I have a personality when I read them,
empty
I guess I’ll answer
The human heart reverberates in the emptiness
It’s like sushi with all kinds of fish meat lined up
Each one has its own flavor
Very tasty
Poetry that turns around
I’ll go around too
In the Dawn Sky
The old house
burn
Memories and memories turn to ashes
People walk their own paths.
Leaving
Ash sand is stuck on the edge of the road
With silver and gold and wine glasses
The Chain of the Present
What you see at the end of the linked chain is
Visible from across the river
Brand new home
I won’t answer
Mount Fuji, seen from the highway, is covered in snow
No one climbs it anymore
Other people just look at it from afar, just like me
Is that sad?
Or is that happy?
If you ask Mount Fuji, it won’t answer
It’s like asking God
Do those who don’t answer have a right to exist?
I won’t answer
Turning a long curve
That’s the path of life
Illusion
If God is an illusion, then love is an illusion
said the caterpillar
What a big talk you are making!
said the man to the caterpillar as if he were looking at a slave
The virtuous caterpillar became a chrysalis
And then it became a butterfly and traveled up into the sky
into the universe, where there is supposed to be a vacuum
A world with nothing but something
The sheep sleep
Then I wake up and the sheep sleep
I am in the dream of the sleeping sheep
I am having breakfast,
In the dream I am walking with the sheep in the field
And I am walking,
In the sheep’s dream I am grazing with the sheep
Which is the real me?
Why do I wonder?
I have no reason to deny that I am the me in the sheep’s dream
And so I fall asleep faster than I can count the number of sheep.
There are no sheep to be seen
Behind the scenes, the sheep are clipping of own wool and selling it to the trader
Cricket and Grasshopper
Cricket and Grasshopper were good friends
Because they were both musicians
They both admired each other’s music
They had sessions
They even teamed up
But eventually, they started to have musical differences
And they decided to part ways
So that we would not be interested in each other
They played music separately
Soon the grasshopper didn’t listen to the ant and died
When the cricket thinks of the grasshopper
Why does my heart hurt so much?
Like the sting of a rosebush
Cricket lived a short life without knowing why
The grasshopper envied the cricket’s talent
The cricket envied the grasshopper’s talent
And they both died without ever admitting it
The transparent wall
Bask in the light of the autumn sun
Your heart seen through
In the sadness of your smiling face
In the loneliness of your sad face
Purple ginkgo leaves fall like rain
Black crows with white hearts
White swans with green hearts
Birds walk on the dry surface of the fountain looking up at the distant sky
The rainbow wind hits the transparent wall
That is where I am kicking
Tale of the Heike parody
Triceratops nose horn
Cracked volcanic earth available
Magma flowing moon color
Representing the buttocks of the earth splitting in two
The money I bought you for will never come back
Just like a moment in the song of the night
The weakest position lasts longer
But the Berlin Wall will fall one day
The Three Noah’s Arks
The first Noah built a mud boat in preparation for the flood.
The Ark melted and sank.
The second Noah built a wooden boat in preparation for the flood.
The Ark was struck by lightning and burned.
The third Noah built a bronze boat in preparation for the flood.
The Ark sank because it was overweight.
The animals thought.
If we rely on Noah, we will die.
The Holy Beast took command and built a dike.
And all the animals were able to live safely.
Tsure tsure kusa
There is nothing to do and the day ends in a blur.
I don’t have to face anything, and I wear sunglasses over my mind to avoid UV rays
My head clears and my mind breakdances.
Lord of the earRing
Evil was destroyed
Peace came and the humans rejoiced and sang
The elves returned to the forest after the battle
The Dwarves set out in search of companionship
The Hobbits returned to their villages
And the legendary people left the land for new lands
I put an earring in my left ear
Not that anything special is going to happen
Evil has already awakened
Now that no one cares about evil
I alone will set out to fight it with my bare hands
Black feathers
Rain fell from the sky
Everyone put up umbrellas
Spears fell from the sky
Everyone raised their shields to protect themselves
Love fell from the sky
Everyone avoided it because they didn’t know whose love it was
Black feathers fell from the sky
Everyone thought it was a sign that the world was going bad
No one knew it meant a blessing
No one knew it meant a blessing
Trinity
Jesus Christ spit into heaven
Unluckily, the spit got on God’s face
God got angry and said he would stop the Trinity
The Holy Spirit, panicked, intervened
”Let’s decide by majority vote”
As a result, the Trinity ceased to exist
On the obligation to write two comments
Geometric love
Emotional multiplier
Overflowing imaginary numbers
Deciphering mathematical symbols
The detective’s prediction of tomorrow’s weather is off the mark
The weather forecast predicts the weather pattern
December is the reverse side of the calendar for next month, last month, and this month
The dimensional structure of time that rotates with the solar and lunar calendars
The Copernican Pythagorean Sphinx
The Moebius heart between the puzzle ring and the Rubik’s cube
I will be back
The fight is over
”I will be back”
He told me that and left me
His mother told him that dinner was ready
He came right back
Dinner eaten in silence
His mother looks at him with deep affection as she watches
He eats his mother’s food and I go on to the next battle
Holy beast
There was a werewolf
Is he a wolf?
or a human being?
or an independent being called a werewolf?
He did not know where to look for his identity
So he took a genetic test
All it turned out was that he was a hippopotamus
He chose to keep his identity as a hippopotamus a secret
Otherwise, other humans would not think he was a werewolf
He decided to live his life as a werewolf even though he is a hippopotamus
The werewolf does not know if it is empty or enjoyable
He is not yet sure he can live as a hippopotamus
Still, one day it will come
A hippo is a hippo
A werewolf is a werewolf
A wolf is a wolf,
A human being is a human being
This poem contains a code. Hippopotamus is ‘KA-BA’ in Japanese, and the opposite is ‘BA-KA’, where BAKA means idiot or fool. In other words, we can put Holy beast with hippopotamus as a constant. At first glance, the protagonist is a hippopotamus, but in the other world line, he is a Holy beast and lives hiding it. It is really a poem about parallel worlds where two stories are going on at the same time.
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