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Bygones

Bygones

A Poem by Shane Mohamed

Bygones

When I move to the right, thou slidest to the left;

Thoughts in thine mind have become unknown;

If I leave thee be, thou blamest me of theft

Of thine identity; thine mind is fickle to adorn

The mimicking of deluded clowns.

Thou celebratest the days of the past;

Days that resemble a noose around an effigies that drowns

In saltwater, of oceans, to whom extensions, have far been cast.

Thou speakest in the language of the deaf and dumb;

Of palms and fingers resting upon hushed midair;

To leave thine audience dumbfounded to have ever come

This far to witness hallucinations of a creature, which used to be fair.

Let go of the bygones and descend from this damp climate,

Which has ensnared thine sanity beyond a sound forfeit.


© 2015 Shane Mohamed



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Love the classical feel of these poems, lovely wotdchoice.

Posted 2 Years Ago


MOON

2 Years Ago

Oops, word choice.
Shane Mohamed

2 Years Ago

Thank you for the kind words :)
Shane, love the sonnet, like the beard, you look like shakepere....well done.
Will

Posted 2 Years Ago


Shane Mohamed

2 Years Ago

I'm so glad to see you! I started missing you, man. Thank you for the compliments. Take good care of.. read more
Will Neill

2 Years Ago

Floating in and out but still around my friend.
Sonnet's seem to be your forte, Shane. This gives rise to one's pulse, and reads quite lovely.





Posted 2 Years Ago


Shane Mohamed

2 Years Ago

I agree. I enjoy writing sonnets very much. Thank you for the visit and wonderful review.
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I could feel the persistent search to grasp and understand being met with the opposite from the other side. A woman who is but like the shadow (they say), who runs away when you chase after her, and follows you when you turn your back. A mysterious but dark woman deprived of sanity by choice who needs to be rescued. Make sure you know how to swim well before you dive in my friend. :) I liked it a lot!!

Posted 2 Years Ago


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2 Years Ago

(whispers) do you think he/she will be offended I called them a gurl? LOL
Shane Mohamed

2 Years Ago

Well, to be honest, whenever I read it, I'll be thinking of a gurl.
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2 Years Ago

hehehehe :):) infected!!
A pleasure to read a poem that has that olde world feel to it.
Well done.

Posted 2 Years Ago


Shane Mohamed

2 Years Ago

Thank you ma'am.
Ana D S M

2 Years Ago

You're very welcome.
Like they say: " Let bygones be bygones. " Otherwise we might become those deluded clowns this wonderful author says. To be fair, our sanity is priceless and hour serenity of heart is blameless. You rock the house with your classics...:).........

Posted 2 Years Ago


Shane Mohamed

2 Years Ago

Thank you Sami. I'm glad you enjoyed it.
Sami Khalil

2 Years Ago

Yep. You are welcome...:).................
outstanding.. especially appreciate your use of thee and thine.. it always makes me wonder of old times when actually such words were used in daily conversations..
This memory is really beautifully conveyed :)

Posted 2 Years Ago


Living in the past is never good in the long run. Those of us who seem to be unable to let things go suffer the most. Good write!

Posted 2 Years Ago


Shane Mohamed

2 Years Ago

Thank you so much, and my apologies for the inconvenience.
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2 Years Ago

You are welcome and it was no inconvenience!

FT
Very deep and well thought piece of work! Really nice old school style with
a powerful message! You never let us the reader down, thanks for sharing and b-blessed!

Posted 2 Years Ago


Shane Mohamed

2 Years Ago

Thank you so much James. Glad you liked it.

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Shane Mohamed
Shane Mohamed

Dalton, GA



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Name's Sherif Mohamed, but I tell people to call me Shane, since my name has been mispronounced as "Sheriff" many times. I'm 29. Originally, I'm an artist; I draw and paint, as you can see in my pictu.. more..

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