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Wild oats will get sown some time, and one of the arts of life is to sow them at the right time.

quote by Richard Le Gallienne
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Sowing my wild oats

Oats
Wild oats
My wild oats
Sowing my wild oats?
Since when did I have any wild oats to sow?

Middle age brings on the nostalgia for an enfance perdue
I would act differently now,
Gone wild with girls and boys
No doubt caught some venereal disease
But hopefully not AIDS

It is now that I have studied
And learnt that fornication
Viewed linguistically
Is from furnix,
the bridge where prostitutes hung out

So the prohibition if there was one
Was against prostitution, the abuse of women
Not against sex before marriage
With a loving partner
In a consensual relationship
And probably one leading to marriage.

How would that have changed me?
Would I have taken up some of the offers?
Male as well as female,
In Durham as well as in France?

Too late now but the will is still there
To love everyone, well almost, and sleep with many
Nothing worse though than a middle age man
Trying to live like a teenager

Wild oats are for the young,
With the old they are sour grapes.

poem by James Hart
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Wild Wild Life

Im wearin
Fur pyjamas
I ride a
Hot potata
Its tickling my fancy
Speak up, I cant hear you
Here on this mountaintop
Woahoho
I got some wild, wild life
I got some news to tell ya
Woahoho
About some wild, wild life
Here comes the doctor in charge
Woahoho
Shes got some wild, wild life
Aint that the way you like it?
Ho, ha!
Living wild, wild life.
I wrestle, with your conscience
You wrestle, with your partner
Sittin on a window sill, but he
Spends time behind closed doors
Check out mr. businessman
Oh, ho ho
He bought some wild, wild life
On the way to the stock exchange
Oh, ho ho
He got some wild, wild life
Break it up when he opens the door
Whoahoho
Hes doin wild, wild life
I know thats the way you like it
Wo ho
Living wild, wild life
Peace of mind?
Piece of cake!
Thought control!
You get on board anytime you like
Like sittin on pins and needles
Things fall apart, its scientific
Sleeping on the interstate
Woah ho ah
Getting wild, wild life
Checkin in, a checkin out!
Uh, huh!
I got a wild, wild life
Spending all of my money and time
Oh, ho ho
Done too much wild, wild
We wanna go, where we go, where we go
Oh, ho ho!
I doing wild, wild
I know it, thats how we start
Uh, huh
Got some wild, wild life
Take a picture, here in the daylight
Oh, ho!
And its a wild, wild life
Youve grown so tall, youve grown so fast
Oh, ho ho
Wild, wild
I know thats the way you like it
Oh, ho!
Living wild wild wild wild, life.

song performed by by Talking Heads
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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I've sown all the oats I want to sow.

quote by Stephanie Zimbalist
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The Battling Days

So, sit you down in a straight-backed chair, with your pipe and your wife content,
And cross your knees with your wisest air, and preach of the ‘days mis-spent;’
Grown fat and moral apace, old man! you prate of the change ‘since then’—
In spite of all, I’d as lief be back in those hard old days again.
They were hard old days; they were battling days; they were cruel at times—but then,
In spite of all, I would rather be back in those hard old days again.
The land was barren to sow wild oats in the days when we sowed our own—
(’Twas little we thought or our friends believed that ours would ever be sown)

But the wild oats wave on their stormy path, and they speak of the hearts of men—
I would sow a crop if I had my time in those hard old days again.
We travel first, or we go saloon—on the planned-out trips we go,
With those who are neither rich nor poor, and we find that the life is slow;

It’s ‘a pleasant trip’ where they cried, ‘Good luck!’ There was fun in the steerage then—
In spite of all, I would fain be back in those vagabond days again.
On Saturday night we’ve a pound to spare—a pound for a trip down town—
We took more joy in those hard old days for a hardly spared half-crown;

We took more pride in the pants we patched than the suits we have had since then—
In spite of all, I would rather be back in those comical days again.
’Twas We and the World—and the rest go hang—as the Outside tracks we trod;
Each thought of himself as a man and mate, and not as a martyred god;

The world goes wrong when your heart is strong—and this is the way with men—
The world goes right when your liver is white, and you preach of the change ‘since then.’
They were hard old days; they were battling days; they were cruel times—but then,
In spite of all, we shall live to-night in those hard old days again.

poem by Henry Lawson
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Wild Hearts Run Out Time

You're gone again this morning.
How long will you keep running on and on.
Can't you see the warning.
I need you more than ever.
Before you're gone forever.
Please don't let your heart run out of time.
Wild hearts run out of time.
When you're up against the night.
Don't stand there all alone.
In the dying of the light.
Wild hearts run out of time.
And you'll need a love like mine.
To show you hope is there.
In the sunshine of your mind.
Wild hearts run out of time.
Don't let this old world turn you.
Dont' let the wild life hurt you anymore.
Don't let the bright lights burn you.
Please don't stand there crying.
Because the time is flying.
I can't let your heart run out of time.
Wild hearts run out of time.
When you're up against the night.
Don't stand there all alone.
In the dying of the light.
Wild hearts run out of time.
And you'll need a love like mine.
To show you hope is there
In the sunshine of your mind.
Wild hearts run of time.
It could be yours or mine.
It happens all the time.
Wild hearts run out of time.
It could be yours or mine.
It happens all the time.
Wild hearts run out of time.
Wild hearts run out of time.

song performed by by Roy Orbison
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On the Road to Nowhere

On the road to nowhere
What wild oats did you sow
When you left your father's house
With your cheeks aglow?
Eyes so strained and eager
To see what you might see?
Were you thief or were you fool
Or most nobly free?

Were the tramp-days knightly,
True sowing of wild seed?
Did you dare to make the songs
Vanquished workmen need?
Did you waste much money
To deck a leper's feast?
Love the truth, defy the crowd
Scandalize the priest?
On the road to nowhere
What wild oats did you sow?
Stupids find the nowhere-road
Dusty, grim and slow.

Ere their sowing's ended
They turn them on their track,
Look at the caitiff craven wights
Repentant, hurrying back!
Grown ashamed of nowhere,
Of rags endured for years,
Lust for velvet in their hearts,
Pierced with Mammon's spears,
All but a few fanatics
Give up their darling goal,
Seek to be as others are,
Stultify the soul.
Reapings now confront them,
Glut them, or destroy,
Curious seeds, grain or weeds
Sown with awful joy.
Hurried is their harvest,
They make soft peace with men.
Pilgrims pass. They care not,
Will not tramp again.

O nowhere, golden nowhere!
Sages and fools go on
To your chaotic ocean,
To your tremendous dawn.
Far in your fair dream-haven,
Is nothing or is all...
They press on, singing, sowing
Wild deeds without recall!

poem by Vachel Lindsay
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Wild Hearts Run Out Of Time

Roy orbison/will jennings
Youre gone again this morning.
How long will you keep running on and on.
Cant you see the warning.
I need you more than ever.
Before youre gone forever.
Please dont let your heart run out of time.
Wild hearts run out of time.
When youre up against the night.
Dont stand there all alone.
In the dying of the light.
Wild hearts run out of time.
And youll need a love like mine.
To show you hope is there.
In the sunshine of your mind.
Wild hearts run out of time.
Dont let this old world turn you.
Dont let the wild life hurt you anymore.
Dont let the bright lights burn you.
Please dont stand there crying.
Because the time is flying.
I cant let your heart run out of time.
Wild hearts run out of time.
When youre up against the night.
Dont stand there all alone.
In the dying of the light.
Wild hearts run out of time.
And youll need a love like mine.
To show you hope is there
In the sunshine of your mind.
Wild hearts run of time.
It could be yours or mine.
It happens all the time.
Wild hearts run out of time.
It could be yours or mine.
It happens all the time.
Wild hearts run out of time.
Wild hearts run out of time.

song performed by by Roy Orbison
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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There Once Was A Time

There once was a time
When the wild grass grew
Once was a time
A Me
A You
What a time there once was
If only for a day
There once was a time
Wild flowers
Were ablaze
Once was a time
Not long ago
I felt complete
There was no hole
Time was there once
I let it slip bye
There once was a time
Now
I realize

poem by Joseph Caraveo
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Philosophy

Told ya darlin
All along,
I was right and you were wrong.
A-pleasin you,
So hard to do.
Cried all night long,
Was beatin through.
Cant sow wild oats
spect to gather corn.
Cant take right
And make it wrong.
Told ya darlin,
Long time ago,
You gotta reap
What you sow, and what you sow, yeah,
Is gonna make you weep,
A-some day,
A-some day,
A-some day.
Yeah, what you sow, yeah,
s gonna make you weep.
Tried to keep you
Satisfied;
Broke my heart,
Crushed my pride.
Its all over now,
But all I see
Is a lonely road
And a memory of
Daily walkin
And talkin
bout joanne.
Cant ya see,
I said, daily walkin
And talkin.
Cant sow wild oats
spect to gather corn.
Cant take right
And make it wrong.
I told ya darlin,
Long time ago,
You gotta reap
What you sow, and what you sow, yeah,
Gonna make you weep,
A-some day,
A-some day,
Some day.
Yeah, what you sow, yeah,
Gonna make you weep,
A-some days.

song performed by by Van Morrison
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Stock market and the goodwill

Seeds selected were good.
The time sown was good.
The time of harvest missed,
The seeds sown went as waste
21.06.2005

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Drought Won Too or Drought To One

Dewdrops on hedgerows once we knew,
Rainbows bridging the sky,
Over our heads dark storm clouds grew,
Ugly, we thought, - but why?
Grieving for failed crops we view
Here fields that once grew spry,
Too arid, unproductive too,
Dust ridden waste, bone dry.
Rose sere upon the stem, no clue
Of moisture meets the eye,
Unless the tears that filter through
Good news to bad reply.
Heat comes to roost-roast, all’s askew,
Turns wild oats sown awry...

poem by Jonathan Robin
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The Petit Vieux

"Sow your wild oats in your youth," so we're always told;
But I say with deeper sooth: "Sow them when you're old."
I'll be wise till I'm about seventy or so:
Then, by Gad! I'll blossom out as an ancient beau.
I'll assume a dashing air, laugh with loud Ha! ha! . . .
How my grandchildren will stare at their grandpapa!
Their perfection aureoled I will scandalize:
Won't I be a hoary old sinner in their eyes!

Watch me, how I'll learn to chaff barmaids in a bar;
Scotches daily, gayly quaff, puff a fierce cigar.
I will haunt the Tango teas, at the stage-door stand;
Wait for Dolly Dimpleknees, bouquet in my hand.

Then at seventy I'll take flutters at roulette;
While at eighty hope I'll make good at poker yet;
And in fashionable togs to the races go,
Gayest of the gay old dogs, ninety years or so.

"Sow your wild oats while you're young," that's what you are told;
Don't believe the foolish tongue -- sow 'em when you're old.
Till you're threescore years and ten, take my humble tip,
Sow your nice tame oats and then . . . Hi, boys! Let 'er rip.

poem by Robert William Service
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