All That Jive / Comatose Tenders Poem by Cee Bea

all that jive
while comatose tenders
render the day

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subjected and boiled
unwrapped then foiled
so often I toil away

bluebeards and bonnets
don't worry I'm on it
though it seems chronic
I dislike the tonic
so go and just put it away

to so little it matters
as the few will get fatter
were are down to the 9th,
you're the next batter

you point to left field
the crowds gets the feel
as you finally yield
and walk of the field

still..... every one waits
as you lock up the gate
funny how fate
has a way

September is early
but fall does not care
she has chosen her wardrobe
and the colors she'll wear

Like an ant on a mission
my given commission
is spelled out in books
as thin sliced tuitions

does this verse hold some
clue
why yes and you too
but who will be able to see

forever I'm random
and often I'm rambling
at least 40 fathoms
below sea

did you see on the news
the whole worlds a ruse
sent just
- to amuse
the stars

how little we know
were so far away
we sleep through the night
paying homage to day

yes..its time
as fate ends this rhyme
as creation and time
have there way.