Loss of my Tigers

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Loss of my Tigers

Scrolling symbols,
A Flashing light.
I sit here in silence,
On a warm summer night.

Where did you go,
Why can't I see you anymore.
I want to experience,
And embrace you forever more.

The rain came,
And washed you away.
No more Tigers,
for my signal has gone away.

Alas I sit in silence,
With only a flashing light.
You see, I have no signal,
on this rainy night.

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SandraB commented on Loss of my Tigers

01-06-2011

This poem is easy to understand and it is even very warm. When I'm reading it a comfortable feeling is present.

bluewolf commented on Loss of my Tigers

06-30-2010

When the television or radio went out during a game that I wanted to watch, I would get so mad! So to help myself feel better I would pretend I was watching, the game was close to the end and my team scored 50 points in the last minute and had the upset of all time. Afterwards I would rub it into the other team’s coach. Made me feel better for some reason, even when they lost. Awesome write!

cousinsoren commented on Loss of my Tigers

12-24-2009

"Trifles make perfection , but perfection is no trifle" (Michael Angelo" Whenever Papapaczski put his chisel to crude stone, he brought forth a beautifully animated stratue. My rating for the perfect versification and regukar rhyminng scheme, abcb of this poem is 10++

papapaczki

12/28/2009

Thank you for the kind words!

Hampton commented on Loss of my Tigers

12-05-2009

Was the game rained out or did your TV go berserk? No matter, I love the write either way.

papapaczki

12/07/2009

I have satellite tv, and it was raining pretty hard. I didn't have the dish secured, and it was blowing it around and I lost signal. Shortly after, the game was delayed.

dumplin commented on Loss of my Tigers

11-05-2009

LOL, this is cute too! You make me laugh. It's like you don't take poetry seriously...you do it just for fun.

papapaczki

11/06/2009

Fun does not necessarily mean not serious. I take baseball VERY seriously, and this was a very trying moment.

If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

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