These poems have been generated by translating random sequences of kanjis (which respect the superficial haiku form). They make no sense in their original form: it is the translator which infuses them with meaning, by earnestly trying to convey their content in english, in a valid and coherent fashion, although no coherent content is present in the first place. You might understand these as wholly english works inspired by complete misunderstanding and straightforward misdirection. Indeed, translation is art.

名画 めいが身 み子 こ
重い おもい 私費 しひ多 た可 か
得る える途 と後 ご身 み

the body is heavy with paintings and drawings, and the body is heavy with personal expenses.


匹 ひき詩 し吐露 とろ
奇異 きい 時間 じかん藤 ふじ
恩師 おんし 舗 ほ科 か

The strange time of poetry and the teacher's pavement


風邪 かぜ他 た頃 ごろ
図示 ずし 来る くる可 か揺る ゆる
後 ご民話 みんわ気 き

Colds and other illustrations come after the shaking of a folk tale


過ぎ すぎ図 ず他 た比 ひ
藩 はん立つ たつ祖 そ利 り愚 ぐ
遺棄 いき荻 おぎ 死 し

The ancestor who stood up to the other clans and died in abandonment


地価 ちか眉 まゆ等 ら
誰も だれも 羽 わ目 め和 わ比 ひ
未 み下野 げや荷 に 戸 と

land price eyebrows etc. no one is in a hurry to get a good price.


示唆 しさ後 ご語 ご二 に
天ぷら てんぷら発条 ばね具 ぐ
子 こ御 ご枚 まい実 み

Suggested postword: "Two tempura" (a word that means "to make a tempura")


連れ つれ編む あむ手 て
氏 し 暇 ひま母さん かあさん
数次 すうじ 未 み死 し

the hand that knits the companion, the mother who has no time for her children, the mother who has not died yet for several generations


無い ない補佐 ほさ負 ふ
尾 お 看る みる図 ず製図 せいず
増し まし胃 い手 て把 わ

aide without aids, a tail looking at a drawing, an increase in a drawing, a stomach grasping by the hand


観戦 かんせん他 た
酔い よい直 ちょく 目 め詩 し
分室 ぶんしつ 歩 ほ

Watching the battle, I'm drunk, I'm looking straight at the poems, I'm walking in the room.


帰途 きと見る みる非 ひ
誇示 こじ 愚 ぐ湧く わく不備 ふび
具 ぐ酵素 こうそ位 い

on the way back home, we see the inadequacies of the enzymes


浮く うく供 とも魔 ま
様 よう 対 たい喪 も影 かげ
婿 むこ酔う よう句 く

floating kuuma-sama vs. mourning shadow son-in-law drunken haiku


ヶ国 かこく菜 な度 ど
策 さく 具 ぐ音 ね拘置 こうち
今宵 こよい卯 う氏 し

the country's cuisine is a plan, a tool, a sound, a detainment, and a Mr. Rabbit tonight