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“I’ll take Manhattan.”   Central Park in early spring (April 22, 2014) by Paul Goldfinger ©  Blogfinger.net


By Paul Goldfinger, Poetry editor @ Blogfinger.net.   Re-post from March, 2018.


This song is dedicated to those New York poets who enhance our e-pages with their art.  Charles Pierre and George Held often reference New York City in their poetry.

Both of them have sent us offerings set in early spring as crocuses emerge from the snow and as a poet finds nocturnal inspiration in a City park,  but I am waiting till all the nor’easters fly with the birds to other locales.

I try to make the reality of life provide a backdrop for their work when it is presented on Blogfinger.

Coming up soon  (Oct. 29,  2020) is a Charles Pierre poem for the 8th anniversary of super-storm Sandy.

The song below, sung by 5 time Grammy nominee jazz singer Karrin Allison from her album Collage,  was written by jazz bassist and songwriter Jay Leonhart.  I believe Jay is the bassist on this recording.

I have heard Jay perform live  on a number of occasions, and he is known for singing his original and funny songs while playing his upright bass. Sometime he works alone—singing while accompanying himself.

Jay Leonhart has played bass with all the greats, including Sinatra, Gerry Mulligan, Marian McPartland, Tony Bennett and so many others.


I suspect our BF poets will enjoy this song called  “Robert Frost.”  It’s wonderful!



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“The New Moon.”  Greetings from Igor Timkovsky. Sent to the Goldfinger family. September 19, 2020. ©


Igor Timkovsky is a big fan of Ocean Grove’s.  He is a poet and an artist.     He loves to come here with his family each summer, but this year he had to stay home. Igor is a Jewish immigrant from Russia and he is very appreciative of being an American.


From Igor to Paul :  Sept. 21, 2020.

I would like to say that for a person like me who came from the former Soviet Union where Jews were not able to openly celebrate Jewish holidays,  it is very rewarding to be appreciated and understood by American Jewish people.  
Thank you again for your time and kindness.



Igor  wrote a poem about OG.  A  link to that post is below.

Igor’s poem about Ocean Grove





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Beachfront Sunrise. By Paul Goldfinger. Ocean Grove. Blogfinger.net ©


Hi Paul:

Greetings from Manhattan. I was struck by your quietly beautiful photo, “Beachfront Sunrise,” (posted recently on Blogfinger), and your statement that you preferred sunrises to sunsets because “beginnings are happier than endings.”

Here is the poem, “Dawn,” from my 2008 collection, Father of Water.


Best wishes,

Charles Pierre




By Charles Pierre


The first hint of morning on the ocean

is a trembling of shadows,


a dark hovering of muted tones

that moves with imperceptible pace,


a vanishing medium through which

the day brightens and widens,


the new light going on for miles and miles

in the shine of emerging surf.


BILL FRISELL. “Across the Universe.”





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“The Red Wheelbarrow”. *


– William Carlos Williams, 1883 – 1963


so much depends



a red wheel



glazed with rain



beside the white



Submitted by Lee Morgan of Ocean Grove:  Re-post. 2018.

Lee says, “William Carlos Williams was gifted at painting images with his poetry. After reading it again this evening I wonder if Williams felt an interconnectedness of all things as he observed the world.”

(First published in Williams’ 1923 book Spring and All)*


Editor’s note:  Williams was a practicing pediatrician in my hometown of Rutherford, New Jersey.  But, unfortunately, I never heard of him then. Charles Pierre told me that there were other writers  who were physicians including Oliver Wendell Holmes. Sir Arthur Conan Doyle  and Michael Crichton.

I never understood this poem, but Lee says it is about imagery, as in painting images with words.  OK, that is understandable, but, as with all poetry, there’s probably more there there.

What do you think?  What about the opening sentence:   “So much depends upon….”    Anybody out there?

Read the comment by “Blind Pursuit.”   It is excellent. —Paul Goldfinger, Editor @Blogfinger.

ALEXANDRE DESPLAT:   “Elisa’s Theme” from the movie score of The Shape of Water.


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Paul Goldfinger photo. 2019. ©



Bee Gone

By Jean Wiarda


When I stepped through the doorway a bee flew by and was gone.

Standing motionless, I realized that something was different, very different.

The world was oddly still and utterly silent, as though everything was over and gone

and the bee had been the last to leave.

Had there been a message to go?  A text, an email that I’d missed?

I wondered, “Is everything OK?  Is everything ‘as it should be?’”

If everything is ‘as it should be’, shouldn’t I have been gone before the bee?

If everything else is gone, why am I still here?”

I paused, looking and listening for some sign, an indication that nothing was amiss.

Not a leaf was stirring, no bird twitter, no far off sounds of people or machines.

All was eerily quiet, as if I had stepped into a photo

instead of through my front door.

And then, there it was . . . finally . . .

a chirp, a note and then a few more bird calls.

It was over, this strange interlude.


Jean Wiarda is a Jersey Girl living in the Pocono Mountains of Pennsylvania.

She is an FOB  (Friend of Blogfinger)


AARON COPLAND:  “Appalachian Spring”   From the Lincoln Portrait.  Zubin Mehta conducting.


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Ocean Grove beach. By Paul Goldfinger ©

Ocean Grove beach. By Paul Goldfinger ©  Click to enlarge.


Hi Paul:

Greetings again from Manhattan. In late summer, I like to visit Ocean Grove and watch the surf casters, with their long rods and spinning reels, working on the shore, usually alone, hurling their lures far into the dark Atlantic, and then waiting patiently for the bluefish, striped bass, or other gift the ocean might offer up. Here is a poem, “The Surf Caster,” from my collection, Father of Water.

Best wishes,

Charles Pierre

Charles Pierre. 2009. Photo by Marcella Kerr

Charles Pierre. 2009. Photo by Marcella Kerr










The Surf Caster


The fine line that keeps him connected to the depths

runs long into the night, a translucent filament

of strength through the dark and turbulent surf.

How quietly it flows from shore to ocean floor,

from his practiced wrist along the flexing rod,

as each tug of the tide, each questioning nibble

and answering jig, pulses through the eye loops

down to the spooling reel. He probes the ocean

with a lure of his own devising, charm and hook

tooled not for local fish but the far-swimming schools.

A slight vibration and his line now sparkles

with wetness in the glow of phosphor water,

humming in the summer wind, radiating a soft mist,

a sign of something below, something other than

the common catch, something only he would know.



BILL FRISELL   “Across the Universe.”    From the album  “All We Are Saying” (2011)





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East 100th Street by Bruce Davidson. ©

East 100th Street by Bruce Davidson. ©

By Paul Goldfinger, Photography Editor  @Blogfinger

The cities of America went through tumultuous times during the 1960’s and 1970’s.  Many experienced social upheaval and riots. Asbury Park had riots over the July 4, 1970 holiday which practically destroyed the west side of the city along with a famous tourist industry and a thriving shopping district. It is only now coming back.

This exhibit at the Princeton University Art Museum is about New York City, Chicago, and Los Angeles.  The works are mostly still photographs by eminent artists who “made their bones” photographing these cities during very hard times. There also are some powerful videos of race riots and violent demonstrations in Chicago during the Democratic Convention in 1968.  It is a superb photography exhibit which is being shown all over the country. It will be shown at Princeton until June 7, 2015

Bruce Davidson is one of the most famous of these photographers. He is well know for his NYC work including his 2 year project called “East 100th Street” where he followed residents of one block in Spanish Harlem during the late 1960’s.

Here is a link to one of Charles Pierre’s poems in Blogfinger where we used a photograph by Bruce Davidson in New York.


This still is from a video being shown of the rioting at the Democratic Nat. Convention 1968. Paul Goldfinger still

This still is from a video being shown of the rioting at the Democratic Nat. Convention 1968. Paul Goldfinger still

Still shot from the Democrat convention riot video. Helmeted police use clubs on the crowd.

Still shot from the Democrat convention riot video. Helmeted police use clubs on the crowd. 1968

Bruce DAvidson image from the Princeton exhibit.

Bruce Davidson image from the Princeton exhibit.

JACK TEAGARDEN    From the album When Jazz was King


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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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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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