Happy Birthday, Mr Seal

I'm not sure how many of you know Richard D Seal. He hasn't been active for a while here; however, I DO know that he will post a comment now and again on the blogs. Sure wish he'd get back to writing again.

Back in the day, Richard was very active here and he and Richard L were two people I loved bantering with. I wanted to write a poem about the good Richard and the naughty one. I'll leave it to you to figure who is who.

I don't know if Richard Seal will make an appearing. I sure hope he does. I miss the good old days where he'd tease me no end.

If you are around, Richard, happy birthday. I wish you every good thing in life. Of course, you know that your absolute BEST piece of work, in my humble opinion, is this poem:

Hurricane Eileen - The Storm

A dedication to Eileen Ghali
for her prolific production of
inspiring work

Willow Tree = Keyboard
And that’s your only clue

Hurricane Eileen - The Storm

As darkness drew nearer
Light falling to drearer
I knew, the night was a foul
The windows were slashed
By her white lightening blast
Down the chimney old windy did howl

By her orchestrates
He rattles the grates
Appears round each gap in the door
Then in comes her rain
Through cracked window pain
As I witness her latest downpour

How the storm fascinates
With the show she creates
And I sit here and watch her for free
Down on the plain 
Taking the strain
She batters the gnarled willow tree

Great thunder clouds form 
In the head of the storm
And magic arrives in her sky
Come rivers of rain
With nowhere to drain
The water, a flood, rises high

Then happens a lull
To recharge to the full
Takes time out to contemplate
To be cruel or be kind
She rampages her mind
And comes back, at double the rate

With a boom and a crack
Bursts silver from black
A crescendo of noise fills the ear
And the gnarled willow tree
Writhes in ecstasy
By the pulse of her wild atmosphere

Mixed shadows are cast 
By her white lightening blast
Her soul, for a while, exposed
For a moment in time 
All is in rhyme
Till her story she chooses to close

As her elements soar
They’re at large with a roar
For hours they’ll dance and they’ll play
Blows the hurricane
Driving her reign
Till had, fulfilment of stay

With her forces unleashed
Her passions released
The storm passes over to light
Once more she has shown 
By the tantrum she’s sown
Her strength… her power… her MIGHT.

Alwasy my favorite of your poems. Miss having you around, Mr Seal. Happy birthday!

Hurricane Eileen/Desert Orchid/Auntie Eileen...