Archive for the ‘Poem by George Held’ Category

Chester, New Jersey. Paul Goldfinger ©.



Morning shrubs bending

in December wind—-

the full moon sets



Leonard Cohen  “Winter Lady.”

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saul leiter my room

“In My Room”   Photograph by Saul Leiter.



Your bra & panties

hanging on the door—

Do Not Disturb




Joao Gilberto “Outra Vez” (Tr: Another Time)

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Red belly woodpecker. Ft. Myers, Fla.  Paul Goldfinger photo. Click image to enlarge.  Poem special to Blogfinger.


Haiku by George Held:


Woodpecker pecks

on the tree across the street,

lost in the thick leaves


YO-YO MA    “Silk Road” from the movie Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon


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The vacant mansion
next door dwarfing my cabin—-
my tulips stand tall



Laura Nyro and La Belle:



*Paul Goldfinger photograph    West Village in New York City–early spring. 2013.



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Today sun
tomorrow rain and so on —
let the heart soar



JULIE RAFFERTY.   from The Fantasticks


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An osprey nest on a chimney near the Sanibel Island lighthouse. Florida.   Paul Goldfinger photo. Feb. 2020 © Click image to enlarge the bird.


Osprey at the Tropicana Coop in Ft. Myers. 2018 © Paul Goldfinger photo.




By George Held.

Osprey, you can see by the dawn’s
Early light

A fish ‘neath the finish of the bay
In your flight

As you circle and soar or you stall
Like a kite,

Ever ready to dive on your prey
When in sight;

Then you drop like a plummet until
You alight

On the brine with your talons outstretched
And they bite

Into scales of that silvery bass, lifting it clear
Of the bight

Of the bay with your ten-horse wings to retake
The sun’s light

And you land on your platform to tend to your nestling’s
End of night

Hunger, tearing the bass with your terrible beak
Into bite-

Sized gobbets for your fledgling to gorge on, its break-
Fast birthright

As your scion, O Osprey, you long-winged king
Of the heights.



This poem is from George Held’s first collection, Winged (1995.)







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By Paul Goldfinger,  Editor@Blogfinger.net

George Held has published another haiku, this time in the Red Eft  Review  (see their quote in the sentence below.)

“George Held is a prolific writer of haiku and has published them in Red Eft Review, the Aurorean, Blogfinger.net, bear creek haiku, and elsewhere. His latest book is Second Sight (Poets Wear Prada, 2019).”

We thank George for including us in his list of places where his poems roost.  (George loves birds.)

Blogfinger is reproducing that Red Eft Review haiku below.

And speaking of shoes (Poets Wear Prada), here is a Blogfinger link to a very recent post of ours about shoes.

Cobbler’s tool

And now, ladies and germs, we bring you a haiku by George Held…uh, not so fast!  That post will be found if you travel south of here.

Meanwhile, this boy, George, is recognized for what he said, because his words help guide those on journeys:

“Something the Boy Said.”  by Sting from his album   Ten Summoner’s Tales:

When we set out on this journey
There were no doubts in our minds
We set our eyes to the distance
We would find what we would find
We took courage from our numbers
What we sought we did not fear
Sometimes we’d glimpse a shadow falling
The shadow would disappear
But our thoughts kept returning
To something the boy said…





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Osprey pair feeding young on Sanibel Island. Ding Darling Wildlife Refuge. Paul Goldfinger photo.


Even on Sanibel

hearing the osprey call—-

I miss Sanibel



Wild Tones Bird Calls  (Osprey)





George Held reading one of his poems.

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OG Beach—-in March. Paul Goldfinger photo ©


By George Held:


Even in Ocean Grove—-

Savoring the Atlantic—-

I miss Ocean Grove





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Ocean Grove beach. August 2018. Paul Goldfinger © Blogfinger.net  Haiku special to Blogfinger by the author.



Sunshine and sun warmth —

another sparkling summer

on the Jersey shore




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Image taken “before the last storm.”  Photographer Gladys Henderson.  2018.



The tip of a yellow

crocus pushing through the snow—

spring fever



DICK HAYMES  sings “It Might As Well Be Spring.”


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