RIN GO MY WAY

Example of work

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


Instagram

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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