They sowed the wind and now they are going to reap the whirlwind.
quote by Arthur Harris
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As you know
As you sow
So you reap
If you sow the wind
Be ready to reap
The whirlwind.
As you sow
So you reap
If you forgive
You get eternal peace
And salvation.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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They that sow the wind shall reap the whirlwind.
They that sow the wind, shall reap the whirlwind.
He that sows the wind shall reap the whirlwind.
When men sow the wind it is rational to expect that they will reap the whirlwind.
quote by Frederick Douglass
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Whirlwind
Orbison/dees
Youre the figure of a woman
Youre the mind of a child
A pretty whirlwind
You dont know just what youre doing
When you love me with your smile
A lovely whirlwind
A whirlwind of warm desire
Whirlwind, burning fire woman, realize
That the devil in disguise, is a whirlwind
Born to be running wild and free
Whirlwind
Born to make fools of guys like me
You pick me up like a whirlwind
You put me down like a whirlwind
Each time you touch me Im trouble-bound
Whirl,whirl,whirlwind, whirl,whirl,whirlwind
Whirl,whirl,whirlwind, whirl,whirl,whirlwind
Whirlwind
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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Landlords, like all other men, love to reap where they never sowed.
Reaping What You Sow
There's an open secret, one you must have known
In this world we live in we must reap what we've sown
And our deeds like little seeds which'll surely grow
To show the world like movie the seed that we sow
Many plant mangoes expecting apples to grow
Forgetting the law which says 'You reap what you sow'
A tale I'll tell you of a wise old fool
Who did all in his power to bend this little rule
He sowed so many evil seeds while alive
And saw them grow into evil trees before his last count of five
So learn from this story, be you friend or foe
In this world we live in we'll reap what we sow
poem by Olamilekan Adewoyin
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As soon as the land of any country has all become private property, the landlords, like all other men, love to reap where they never sowed, and demand a rent even for its natural produce.
quote by Adam Smith
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Whirlwind Of Love
Love of lovers and the song of your muse in the land of peace,
To mount on the whirlwind of love to meet your home;
But the water separated them because she has no child.
Life is like a treasure of choice food,
Where thorns and traps are on the way;
But he has no child and i am now in the whirlwind of love.
Have mercy on your lips and be ready for my kiss!
For one who sows iniquity will reap vanity;
And like the words of a teacher in the land of the knowledge of things.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Ride The Wild Wind
Ride the wild wind
(push the envelope dont sit on the fence)
Ride the wild wind
(live life on the razors edge)
Gonna ride the whirlwind
It aint dangerous - enough for me
Get your head down baby - were gonna ride tonight
Your angel eyes are shining bright
I wanna take your hand - lead you from this place
Gonna leave it all behind
Check out of this rat race -
Ride the wild wind
Ride the wild wind
Gonna ride the whirlwind -
It aint dangerous - enough for me
Tie your hair back baby -
Were gonna ride tonight
We got freaks to the left - we got jerks to the right
Sometimes I get so low - I just have to ride
Let me take your hand
Let me be your guide
Ride the wild wind
(dont sit on the fence)
Ride the wild wind
(live life on the razors edge)
Gonna ride the whirlwind
It aint dangerous - enough for me
Ride the wild wind
song performed by by Queen
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The Scissors-Grinder
The old man had his box and wheel
For grinding knives and shears.
No doubt his bell in village streets
Was joy to children's ears.
And I bethought me of my youth
When such men came around,
And times I asked them in, quite sure
The scissors should be ground.
The old man turned and spoke to me,
His face at last in view.
And then I thought those curious eyes
Were eyes that once I knew.
"The moon is but an emery-wheel
To whet the sword of God,"
He said. "And here beside my fire
I stretch upon the sod.
Each night, and dream, and watch the stars
And watch the ghost-clouds go.
And see that sword of God in Heaven
A-waving to and fro.
I see that sword each century, friend.
It means the world-war comes
With all its bloody, wicked chiefs
And hate-inflaming drums.
Men talk of peace, but I have seen
That emery-wheel turn round.
The voice of Abel cries again
To God from out the ground.
The ditches must flow red, the plague
Go stark and screaming by
Each time that sword of God takes edge
Within the midnight sky.
And those that scorned their brothers here
And sowed a wind of shame
Will reap the whirlwind as of old
And face relentless flame."
And thus the scissors-grinder spoke,
His face at last in view.
And there beside the railroad bridge
I saw the wandering Jew.
poem by Vachel Lindsay
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Whatever You Sow You Shall Reap
that is the law
you sow a sigh
you reap the deepest breath
from the guts
you sow the seeds of discord
you reap the poisonous fruits
of chaos
you sow the wind
and comes the fruits of your disgust
the seven storms of
hell
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Whirlwind
(ferry/manzanera)
May day
Cut down to size again
What then
When less is more my friend
Ill change
Let me start again
Disguise
Its too weird to explain
Why ill
Always call your name
Adieu; with you
I could be anything
That I want to be
Whirlwind
Wildfire and driving rain
Wheels spin
Bowl me over hurricane
Whirlwind
Crack your cheeks and blow
Me far
So far
How far
Is shangri-la from here
And is it this way?
There she blows
Tear me down tornado
Whirlpool
Drag me to the deeps below
Whirlwind
Will a wildcat strike be tame?
Earthquake
Shake me to my feet again
Its crosswords go you near
A fatal clue I fear
This case is closed
Elementally, my dear.
Beware
Whirlwind
song performed by by Roxy Music
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Stranger In The Wind...
Stranger in the wind...
Beckons at my door.
Stanger in the wind...
Wanting even more.
Stranger in the wind...
Hard to really ignore.
Stranger in the wind..
Making my heart ache, as sore.
Stranger in the wind...
Rapping at my door.
Stanger in the wind...
Who knows i am so poor.
Stranger in the wind...
My time here-has me bore...
Many aches and pains of a thirsting heart...
Can only be quenched by ye, your remembered part.
Stranger in the wind...
My heart, you'll win.
Stranger in the wind...
Yon soul so deep.
Stranger in the wind...
My heart you'll keep.
Stranger in the wind...
my soul you'll reap.
Stranger in the wind...
You make me weep.
poem by Michael Gale
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Waiting On The Wheat Harvest
as you sow brothers sisters so you wheat harvest reap
as a grain of wheat dies germinates bears fruit to heap
Jesus will completely clean up threshing floor gather his wheat
chaff he will burn up with unquenchable fire hell suffering heat
an enemy came in over sowed weeds in among seed wheat
reapers harvest collect weeds burn them saving only wheat
Satan demands sifts men as wheat to blow away in sifting wind
Son of man will send angels to gather chosen ones from ill wind
a grain of wheat falls into the ground dies then bears fruit new life
so hate soul temptation in this world safeguard soul for eternal life
poem by Terence George Craddock
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They sowed ""if only"" and ""if found"", and wind and waste sprang up.
No One Remembers Implementing
The signs of these times,
Are all over the place.
They have been there for decades.
Now today someone is sought to blame.
The signs of these times,
Are all over the place.
They have been there for decades.
Now today someone is sought to blame.
The revolving door remains the same.
Those who push are followed,
And those following are themselves also pushed,
To reap from a sowed calamity.
The kind no one remembers implementing.
The kind that sat uninvolved but irritated.
The kind that becomes argumentative,
To state opinion upon unresearched facts.
The kind whose lips flap.
The signs of these times,
Are all over the place.
They have been there for decades.
Now today someone is sought to blame.
The revolving door remains the same.
Those who push are followed,
And those following are themselves also pushed,
To reap from a sowed calamity.
The kind no one remembers implementing.
The kind that becomes argumentative,
To state opinion upon unresearched facts.
The kind whose lips flap.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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