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Last Sheep

Life force is leaving

your body still breathes

writhing and reeling

its last gasps are pleas

 

These sights won’t dwindle

they lie and they steal

last sights just swindle

the memories you feel

 

Life force is leaving

draining you quick

these lasts sights beleaguer

encumber you sick

 

Writhing, reeling

the sleep you delay

reeling and writhing

these last sights displayed

 

Writhing, reeling

the sleep you delay

reeling and writhing

you’ve numbed from the pain

 

Life force is leaving

and breathing’s dismayed

writhing and reeling

these last sights decay

 

Life force is leaving

Our body replays

The reeling and writhing

of last sights unchanged

 

Life force is leaving

The mind grows deranged

The sheep are all feeding

on last night’s remains

 

Hey,  it’s tuesday and that means one and only one thing.  Yep, it’s time for OLN at D’Verse.  Stop on by, check out all the amazing poetry on display, and while you’re there, link a poem of your own to share with the amazing poetic community over at D’Verse.

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About hobgoblin2011

I'm a poet and aspiring screenwriter/songwriter with a passion for film, art, photography, philosophy and heavy metal. I love reading, mainly non-fiction, comic books, graphic novels, myth and reference. Family always comes first for me. I'm a proud father to two wonderful pups and two curious cats. I'm also a glutton for punishment aka the life of being a diehard Buffalo Bills and Sabres fan.

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  1. Fred, a brilliant job of handling both the topic and the form.

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  2. There is no escaping death no matter how we try to cheat it, is there. Nice one Fred!

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  3. Excellent work and the reading was outstanding. I found myself wincing and squirming. The rhythmic buildup was so effective.

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  4. Fred…you really come into your element when you add your voice. It’s awesome to be able to sit back and let it play…to better feel how you feel it, just loving it!

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  5. dude wicked last stanza…the repetition of the opening lines really works to build a rhythm to this as well…nice pacing to it too..that last stanza though is the exclemetion point…

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  6. Second stanza is outstanding–the repetition is eerie and your spoken word interpretation adds to that sense of an approaching, dreadful march of the living dead, or the dying living. I get a very Poe vibe from this, though the language couldn’t be more different.

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  7. Great multi-media take Fred! There’s that aura of presentation and form when voice and words are combined in unison.

    Hank

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  8. this is an interesting form, the repetition is almost haunting and the sheep feeding on last night’s remains gave me shivers…

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  9. Surreal… really nice rhythm throughout, Fred.

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  10. poemsofhateandhope

    So good….love the rerain and repetition….and to hear you reading it…just built and built and built….this was so so dark- these sheep are all feeding on last nights remains…..absolutely killer close….this spoke to me about the relentlessness of death- how inevitable it is…inescapable..what a cruel design it is…but the last lines about sheep eating remains…sheep- meaning the masses? meaning family? meaning followers? maybe followers…maybe this could be interpreted as poeple eating the and devouring the remains of their heroes…..maybe…either way- this totally destroyed

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