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Precious Illusion

you'll rescue me right?
in the exact same way they never did..
I'll be happy right?
when your healing powers kick in
you'll complete me right?
then my life can finally begin
I'll be worthy right?
only when you realize the gem I am?
but this won't work now the way it once did
and I won't keep it up even though I would love to
once I know who I'm not then I'll know who I am
but I know I won't keep on playing the victim
these precious illusions in my head did not let me down
when I was defenseless
and parting with them is like parting with invisible best friends
this ring will me yet as will you knight in shining armor
this pill will help me yet as will these boys gone through like water
but this won't work as well as the way it once did
cuz I want to decide between survival and bliss
and though I know who I'm not I still don't know who I am
but I know I won't keep on playing the victim
these precious illusions in my head did not let me down when I was a kid
and parting with them is like parting with a childhood best friend
I've spent so long firmly looking outside me
I've spent so much time living in survival mode

song performed by by Alanis Morissette
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Precious Illusions

Youll rescue me right? in the exact same way they never did..
Ill be happy right? when your healing powers kick in
Youll complete me right? then my life can finally begin
Ill be worthy right? only when you realize the gem I am?
But this wont work now the way it once did
And I wont keep it up even though I would love to
Once I know who Im not then Ill know who I am
But I know I wont keep on playing the victim
These precious illusions in my head did not let me down when I was defenseless
And parting with them is like parting with invisible best friends
This ring will me yet as will you knight in shining armor
This pill will help me yet as will these boys gone through like water
But this wont work as well as the way it once did
Cuz I want to decide between survival and bliss
And though I know who Im not I still dont know who I am
But I know I wont keep on playing the victim
These precious illusions in my head did not let me down when I was a kid
And parting with them is like parting with a childhood best friend
Ive spent so long firmly looking outside me
Ive spent so much time living in survival mode

song performed by by Alanis Morissette
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Love and Parting

Your wedding dress is not ready yet,
A choir does not sing in our honor,
But time is hurrying us not to forget
The horses that ask for honeymooners.

If only the troika would not lose its way
And the bells would never stop ringing.
Parting is a high price for the love to pay,
Two friends for eternal love are singing.

We've opened the love gate ourselves,
We've harnessed the happiest troika,
And here is something looming tells:
Love and parting are always an alliance.

The holy science -to hear each other
Through years, through times and life
Two friends are eternal - love and parting
They pass through our hearts with a strife.

The longer our life is- the years are shorter,
The sweeter the voice of our friends,
Each meeting becomes much warmer,
Love and then parting our life demands.

The bank, then the river, the sun, then the storm,
The twittering swallows, then cawing of crows,
Love and parting - they two eternal roads form,
Love and parting- this duet always together goes.

poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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Have no illusions

Have no illusions –
Life is challenging
Have no illusions –
Marriage is not easy
Have no illusions –
Sometimes you’ll question
Have no illusions –
You will find fault
Have no illusions –
This is marriage
Have no illusions –
You will work it out
Have no illusions –
Hardship brings strength
Have no illusions –
You are each other’s rock
Have no illusions –
Love will endure.

poem by Melanie James
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336

the main entry
of course in tonight’s activity
is the
crotch

I like it as a noun
And will always
Be itself a
Very hot noun

They say it
Might probably be an
Alteration
Of a crutch

In 1563
It was a pole with a forked end
A prop of old men

Actually as we see it
A crotch
Is just an angle formed by
The parting of two legs

This is the one
That I like best
An image of parting legs
Now this becomes
My favorite verb: parting.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Sorrow’s insomnia

In her parting, my sorrow never sleeps
Though in others’ eyes she is none to me.
At tether end, new episode is beyond hope.
Seeing her anew will never lull the sorrow.
Not by her parting was my sorrow up
But was by her exit from a vivid sojourn,
For one aborted is never resurrected.
With her parting, went my resurrected youth.

‘Every action has equal and opposite reaction’
the law says. Is it true in her part?
07.05.99, Palakkad.

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Parting Words

When I go from hence
let this be my parting word,
that what I have seen is unsurpassable.

I have tasted of the hidden honey of this lotus
that expands on the ocean of light,
and thus am I blessed
---let this be my parting word.

In this playhouse of infinite forms
I have had my play
and here have I caught sight of him that is formless.

My whole body and my limbs
have thrilled with his touch who is beyond touch;
and if the end comes here, let it come
---let this be my parting word.

poem by Rabindranath Tagore
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Parting

These tears we cry
scream into life
with echoes. Parting
toward other planes.
Winters need a life bubble
survival calls forth
to harness chameleon lives.

Last windswept embrace
a trembling tearing union.
Split seconds bare
as course grained
barren stinging sands.
As our need together
is denied existent reason.

Two adults stand stark
screened before
broken background images.
Buried
impulsive childhood fears.
Hidden
beneath protective masks.

Turbulent tears we cry
scream into life.
Crystalline focus parting
under microscopic lens.
Separate worlds
contained universes
swim in flotsam.

These tears we cry
scream into emotional; agonized life;
with chilling echoes. Parting
toward altered dimensional; geographical planes.
Winter’s need sarcophagus; desired numbness;
regenerative restive natures calls forth;
to harness trans-formative chameleon lives.

poem by Terence George Craddock (31 August 1991)
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Wasteland of Solitude

In the wasteland of solitude, my love, quiver
shadows of your voice, illusions of your lips.
In the wasteland of solitude, from the dusts of parting
Sprout jasmines and roses of your presence

From somewhere close by, rises the warmth of your breath
and in its own aroma smolders, slowly, bit by bit.
Far-off, across the horizon, dropp by glistening drop
Falls the dew of your beguiling glance.

With such overwhelming love, O my love,
your memory has placed its hand on my heart's cheek,
that it looks as if (though it's still the dawn of the adieu)
the sun of parting has set; the night of union has come.

Translated by Zafar Iqbal Syed

poem by Faiz Ahmed Faiz
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I think the most beautiful thing is that we're not parting because there were problems. We're parting because we're celebrating each others' growth.

quote by Kelly Rowland
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Parting

No more to feel the revelry,
between hearts yours and mine,
or smell the scented rose
on the prickly vine.
Descending clouds of parting,
like a stake in crevice, fall.
For there is no link,
beyond this sudden wall.
We stand here for a moment,
midst infinities waste.
Our kisses sweet sorrow,
the last we shall taste.
Tomorrow will never come,
we only live for today.
No more time can we borrow,
no more can we stay.
Sadness may remain
in the years that pass.
For no moment is without doubt,
that our parting is wrong,
that we should be strong,
take the rough with the smooth,
regardless gain or loose.
But something greater calls.
To answer I must go.
So lets have no tears of sorrow,
to stain our parting so.
The sun will rise in the morning,
our lives begin again.
We’ll search out new joys
and search out new friends.

poem by David Harris
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A Memory-Picture

Laugh, my Friends, and without blame
Lightly quit what lightly came:
Rich to-morrow as to-day
Spend as madly as you may.
I, with little land to stir,
Am the exacter labourer.
Ere the parting hour go by,
Quick, thy tablets, Memory!

But my Youth reminds me—‘Thou
Hast liv’d light as these live now:
As these are, thou too wert such:
Much hast had, hast squander’d much.’
Fortune’s now less frequent heir,
Ah! I husband what’s grown rare.
Ere the parting hour go by,
Quick, thy tablets, Memory!

Young, I said: ‘A face is gone
If too hotly mus’d upon:
And our best impressions are
Those that do themselves repair.’
Many a face I then let by,
Ah! is faded utterly.
Ere the parting hour go by,
Quick, thy tablets, Memory!

Marguerite says: ‘As last year went,
So the coming year’ll be spent:
Some day next year, I shall be,
Entering heedless, kiss’d by thee.’
Ah! I hope—yet, once away,
What may chain us, who can say?
Ere the parting hour go by,
Quick, thy tablets, Memory!

Paint that lilac kerchief, bound
Her soft face, her hair around:
Tied under the archest chin
Mockery ever ambush’d in.
Let the fluttering fringes streak
All her pale, sweet-rounded cheek.
Ere the parting hour go by,
Quick, thy tablets, Memory!

Paint that figure’s pliant grace
As she towards me lean’d her face,
Half refus’d and half resign’d,
Murmuring, ‘Art thou still unkind?’
Many a broken promise then
Was new made—to break again.
Ere the parting hour go by,
Quick, thy tablets, Memory!

Paint those eyes, so blue, so kind,
Eager tell-tales of her mind
Paint, with their impetuous stress
Of inquiring tenderness,
Those frank eyes, where deep doth lie
An angelic gravity.
Ere the parting hour go by,
Quick, thy tablets, Memory!

What, my Friends, these feeble lines
Show, you say, my love declines?
To paint ill as I have done,
Proves forgetfulness begun?
Time’s gay minions, pleas’d you see,
Time, your master, governs me.
Pleas’d, you mock the fruitless cry
‘Quick, thy tablets, Memory! ‘

Ah! too true. Time’s current strong
Leaves us true to nothing long.
Yet, if little stays with man,
Ah! retain we all we can
If the clear impression dies,
Ah! the dim remembrance prize
Ere the parting hour go by,
Quick, thy tablets, Memory!

poem by Matthew Arnold (1849)
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AN ORPHAN PARTING(İ f there were no sins..How would be aware of good things)

ı have got enough of everything
life and living
seen everything I had to see
enough and enough
that is enough
now..time is approaching
it is the era and time of parting
do not acquit me
do not bless me
if you want
do not forgive my wrong doings
sins and offenses
cause ı know and ı feel
in fact who is the one offended
born an orphan
grew an orphan
ı will leave this world an orphan
let them share
what I left behind
and remember me
but my poems
I am parting as an orphan
I want to live a new life
if there is one there
may be there
I will be an orphan
my FATHER the GODMetinb SAHİ N

poem by Metin Sahin
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Do You Feel Bad About It?

Let me tell you what I would do
Id consider the possibility of a mistake
Yeah, if I were you
I would give me a break
Do you feel bad about it?
Do you feel sad about it?
Do you feel sick about it
This parting of the ways?
I dont want to chat about it
I want to scream and shot about it
cause I aint had it about this
This parting of the ways
Well, I served you up all my affection
But that didnt work out so great
And Id help you with your defection
But I still think Im your best fate
Let me tell you what I would do
Id consider the possibility of a mistake
Yeah, if I were you
I would give me a break
Do you feel bad about it?
Do you feel sad about it?
Do you feel sick about it
This parting of the ways?
I dont want to chat about it
I want to scream and shout about it
cause I aint had it about this
This parting of the ways
Well, I never will be ashamed
Of begging you-begging you
For
More
Of the same

song performed by by Frank Black
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Don’t count on the erstwhile beloved.

By vision a woman can excite you.
Even in her absence, her image will do.
But your presence is a must
to excite her.
In parting, you pine for her.
In parting, she leaves her pain.
16.02.2001, Pmdi

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Parting Of Our Ways

Where has it gone?
The love we shared?
The love I live for is no longer there
If God only planned it to last all our days
There never would have been a parting of our ways
Love was so bright, then you went away
My days were sunny; now they are gray
If God only planned it to last all our days
There never would have been a parting of our ways
I hope and pray that hell return to me
Forever since hes been gone, Ive been in misery
I hope someday hell come up to my door,
Saying hes sorry hell leave no more
My love is gone now; it didnt last
Who was my future now is my past
If God only planned it to last all our days
There never would have been,
Never would have been now,
Never would have been a parting of our ways

song performed by by Carpenters
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Tragedy too is relished

Every parting is painful
Like every death is sorrowful.
Every parting has behind it
A vivid sojourn
Like every death has behind it
An emoted relation.
Rue not the end.
Muse on the events.
It is a pleasurable pain
Like Shakespearean Tragedies.
10.01.99, Palakkad

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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In My Dreams

In my dreams I am always saying goodbye and riding away,
Whither and why I know not nor do I care.
And the parting is sweet and the parting over is sweeter,
And sweetest of all is the night and the rushing air.

In my dreams they are always waving their hands and saying goodbye,
And they give me the stirrup cup and I smile as I drink,
I am glad the journey is set, I am glad I am going,
I am glad, I am glad, that my friends don't know what I think.

poem by Stevie Smith
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Everybody's A Victim

Everybody's a victim
Seems we're going that way
Everybody's a victim
We're becoming like the USA
Everybody's a victim
Seems we're going that way
Everybody's a victim
We're becoming like the USA
I demand recompense
For sitting on the fence
Throughout my adult life
You've got to put my parents in jail
For raising me in Fife
It doesn't matter what I do
You have to say it's alright
And I need you to send somebody around
To tuck me in at night
Because...
Everybody's a victim
Seems we're going that way
Everybody's a victim
We're becoming like the USA
Well it's not my fault
That I'm positive
I just stuck a needle in my arm
And nobody told me
That sixty a day
Would do me any harm
My liver's shrivelling like a leaf
But it's not the whisky that doo's it
Call me irresponsible
And I'm really going to lose it
Because...
Everybody's a victim
Seems we're going that way
Everybody's a victim
We're becoming like the USA
Wear a ribbon for this
Hug a stranger for that
Light a candle to the dead
And soon you'll forget
That you ever had
A brain inside our head
We value everythin the same
We turn it into farce
So we don't know a crisis
'Till it kicks us up the arse
Because...
Everybody's a victim
Seems we're going that way
Everybody's a victim
We're becoming like the USA
Everybody's a victim
Seems we're going that way
Everybody's a victim
We're becoming like the USA
Everybody's a victim
Seems we're going that way
Everybody's a victim
We're becoming like the USA

song performed by by Proclaimers
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