My Straw Hat
Friday, March 15, 2024
The Real Reality _ new poetry 2024
new poem:
(injecting 60's & 70's inspiration
into 2024)
#new #everyday #poetry
#inspiration
#The #Real #Reality
Thursday, February 8, 2024
What a beautiful buzz _ We Are = Penn State
Good wishes,
John
Sunday, January 21, 2024
January Hawk _ new poem 2024 January
A big fierce fast hawk
Intending to pluck from the flock
Sink in its talons and clutch secure
Not even requiring any kind of lore
- the analysis of life -
A typical everyday routine flight
Which way could this go
Morning cold wind and snow
On the hunt in our backyard
With the bird feeders, is it hard?
Feeding the birds so they survive
Everyday is a chance to be alive
And this is not transactional for me
I feed the birds and let them be free
It's not a question "to be or not to be"
Feeding the birds helps them thrive
So we listen to the bluejays cry
Sounding a loud persistent alarm
Warning a Hawk will do serious harm
8:43am January 21, 2024
John Conte
#new #poem #january #hawk #nofilter #naturephotography #outdoors #everyday #poetry
Saturday, January 13, 2024
At the Banks of the Confluence _ new poem 2024 January
And all of a sudden this poem created itself complete with a melody borrowed from the wet earth on the boot heel from a cousin of a steamboat captain who was a musician who took a carriage from the wharf
#amwriting #new #poem #history #melody #borrowed #wet #earth #boot #heel #musician #cousin #of #steamboat #captain #carriage #wharf #river #three #rivers #george #washington #queen #aliquippa #logstownpa #french #english #king #american #democracy
Saturday, December 30, 2023
Mom 5:11am This Dec Morn_ dedicated poem Dec 2023
———{{{@
Thankful & grateful to be her son and for one of my sisters, Cyndy, asking if I could write a poem that would represent us which I did on the 27th
#mom #passing #on #pre #dawn #today #forever #love
Wednesday, December 27, 2023
The Rights of Nature _ new poem Dec 27 2023
#the #rights #of #nature #poem
#my #mothers #son #new #poetry
Good wishes,
John
Sent from my iPhone
Thursday, December 7, 2023
Being an American _ new poem December2023
Friday, November 3, 2023
Tuned-In: Back to No Static _ new poem 2023
He was sick.
Not sure what was wrong.
He had some kind of tick.
Something was going on.
Sweats. Chills. Vomiting.
Paranoia. Confusion. Dread.
Oh, but the creativity in his head.
Let go from drowning to gasp air.
Creating interesting art to share.
That was his one and only care.
Aside from his dog and his wife.
Love told him to choose life.
He fell out of the blue.
He needed to get back in tune.
He wanted to feel like before.
He reached out for help unsure.
After a little bit the doctor had a cure.
He rose up and parted the clouds.
Sun shining on bright and proud.
Clarity was back in the sky of blue.
He knew he was back, it was true.
What a clear signal, back in tune.
Saying prayers for those before.
For those about to enter the door.
Prayers for all those he can reach.
He's back to feeling so complete.
@}}—— November 3, 2023 ——{{@
John Alan Conte, Jr. MyStrawHat.com
#tuned #in #back #to #no #static #hawk #fly #flying #blue #sky #bluesky #everyday #writer #writing #poetry #new #poem #poet #prayers
Wednesday, November 1, 2023
Naked in the Atlantic Ocean _ new poem Nov2023
Swimming in the ocean at dark
There's a difference between night swimming
Salt water always means there could be a shark
My *Deerfield tribe in Boca where I was staying
By the Boca Club we were naked in the waves
Under a burning moon we needed no graves
If a dolphin posed as a great white we saw
We tripped enough that summer to know fraud
*Punk Rock Band Post Face early 1990's
Written By:
John Alan Conte, Jr.
Poet
MyStrawHat.com
Tuesday, October 24, 2023
Friday, September 22, 2023
Not Making it Home _ new poem 2023
Oh, Lord, please
On the side or the road
I might not make it home
It's a Friday night
Things feel right
But I've wrong
Now sing the song
"Sing, me back home"
Pinch myself
Can't feel a bone
All alone
On side the road
September 22, 2023
John Alan Cone Jr.
Poet
MyStrawHat.com
Good wishes,
John
Sent from my iPhone
Saturday, September 9, 2023
The Babushka _ new poem September 2023
The Babushka
It’s not a person.
Like an immigrant boxer / mill hunky
Greased like a pig in the ring
Pursed pig lips ready for a cigar
Pierogi chest muscles to feed slums
No six pak abs but a quarter barrel keg
Blue eyes filled with hate and intolerance
And the fear maybe it’s not 100% fixed
And he may be exposed as a 100% fraud
No spin from “the boys” could substantiate a win.
It’s not a place.
Like a club for men and whites only
Filled with permeating thick cigar smoke
The pungent smell of sloppily spilt stale beer
Men in three piece suits and beaver pelt hats
Pocket watch chains dangling on fat stomachs
A place they’d never let in suckers that vote for them
Suckers on the teat of spoon-fedfed division; culture wars
Slapping each others backs where lying is the art of the deal
It’s a thing.
Brought to North America by immigrants most of us are
And like other American fashions adopted by our ethnicities
A symbol of the melting pot of Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
With a utilitarian attitude expressing rugged commonality
My grandmothers and their friends wore them almost always
Except when they wore something more formal for Mass
In my mind I recall my young attractive mother with one
As others of her age at Steeler games on Sunday television
Waving them in the air on big 1970’s Pittsburgh Steeler plays
Written Saturday Morning September 9, 2023
By John Alan Conte, Jr.
Poet