In my wildest fantasy this vision of loveliness appeared
In appreciation I sent a text to say how gorgeous she appeared
Who wouldn’t be intoxicated by the photo’s on the box
For she was absolutely gorgeous they were flipping red hot.
Fools rush in, where angels fear to tread!
The photos were enchanting who could resist the charm
The vision mesmerising, fatal attraction all over again
Suddenly I’m in full flow and can’t contain my attitude
Them suddenly I’m in blind panic for I’ve said the wrong thing
Fool rush in, where angels fear to tread!
I think it was a case of misalignment, hand on heart
To much testosterone and I messed up
All I’m hoping is she’s an angel and I can make it up
Fools rush in, where angels fear to tread!
Isn’t that what they say – What a silly fool am I?
I confess, there are many things I want to and should change.
But by the same token, there are things better left as I found them.
The moth doesn't need an assist from me to make him a better butterfly.
Oh, I just want to make it easier and better; but better by whose standard?
If the sign says, "beware of dog", why would I doubt and not heed? Be wise.
If the notice says, "Do not disturb", why would I even consider going right in?
It's never more true that fools rush in where angels fear to tread.
11232017 PS Contest, Unsayable, Nette Onclaud, 6P
This must be the princess, motionless in bed.—
She’s every bit as beautiful as they all said!—
But who could awaken her? She looks quite dead!—
Fools rush in, where angels fear to tread.
This is the chamber where my dreams have led.—
She is the maiden I’ve longed to wed!—
But who can ever know what may lie ahead?—
Fools rush in, where angels fear to tread.
A story of a princess once was told,
Whose magical gifts were manifold,
Doomed to sleep in enchantment— a hundred years old.—
What a strange and wondrous sight to behold!
In my wildest fancies I’ve visited
This vision of loveliness before me spread!—
I’m caught in a bind of attraction and dread;—
But who could resist those lips rosy red?!
Fools rush in, where angels fear to tread!
~ Harley White
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Excerpt from my Work in Progress – Frame story – “Sleeping Beauty” – Song: from “Awakenings” – from “Convergence” – “Brought Round”Song: from “Awakenings” – (The prince, as he stands over sleeping Rosamond, “Sleeping Beauty”, sings :)
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Fools rush in where angels fear to tread
but mostly fools, like angels, join the dead.
But every now and then, a sudden quirk of fate
reflects back to its source the origins of hate.
So is it fate or fortune that guides a ‘helping hand’
or just 'poetic justice’ that none can understand.
They say with some conviction, 'pen is mightier than sword',
but a fist is also mighty and can seldom be ignored!
Ivor G Davies
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