All English Sonnets
Unwholesome thoughts, filled with avarice
Revive us. Like a dose of penicillin.
Revives unhealthy body, yet unseen,
Keep plodding feelings, beautiful and nice.
Unspectacular, simple unlike vice
Which comes in brilliant hues, deep and fast,
Disdainful of the nature’s beauty vast,
And gainful to the users of the dice
But turning unsubstantial in a trice.
The wholesome thought, the plodders, continue
With limited repertoire, colors few,
For which their meek possessors pay the price.
With dogged determination, loyal love,
To grasp the hands of the greatest One Above.