Thursday, August 23, 2018

"Named Roses" _ New Poem August 2018


“Named Roses”

If I didn’t know before
I realize now
This is what I live for 
Tell me how 
You see I realize 
It’s moments 
With these roses
And sun
That are reflected 
In my eyes 
And that’s why
People have fun
With me 
I’m enchanted 
With the word be
Beauty 
Captured 
By
Poetry 

Copyright 2018
John Conte
mystrawhat.com
&
TheNewEverydayMedia.com

Monday, August 6, 2018

Such a Snake _ New August Poem 2018


Late one afternoon 
It turned out to be a stick
Her heart was going zoom-zoom
It was dark black and thick
It made her inner thighs quake 
Me I had myself a little laugh
She was so afraid it was a snake
Then I picked it up for a staff 

Monday Morning August 6, 2018
John Conte
mystrawhat.com &
TheNewEverydayMedia.com

Sunday, August 5, 2018


Dissections 

He had an easy smile
Despite all the muscles it took to make it 
Compared to the muscles of a big arm
Like memories of home down a moonlight mile
He had an easy smile & didn’t have to fake it 
Sharing trials & tribulations he also had charm
Mother Nature is superior to machined motion
Nerves, muscles + a good brain show emotion

Sunday Morning August 5, 2018
John Conte

Sunday, July 22, 2018



Leonardo Da Vinci _ New July Poem 2018

His open hands reflected color into his eyes 
He realized this and threw them up to the sky
A sky blue sky and thousands of green leaves
Some shimmering with hues of golden sun 
It leaves you feeling something special inside
As you look up at blue sky and brilliant light
Seeing the flow of green leaves in the breeze
Stretching out in movement like a giant banner 
The money would be useful from rich patrons 
He did what inspired him with unusual fancy
He ran from her portrait rather than paint her 
Painting instead the Virgin Mother and Jesus
Earth adorned by angels with hair so curly
Filled with emotion knowing Jesus will save us

Morning July 22, 2018
John Conte mystrawhat.com

Friday, June 15, 2018

One Eye Jax _ new June 2018 poem

A bullet grazed 
My buddy
On the top 
Of his head
Right here 
On this hill top
Old One Eye Jax
Had his gun ablaze 
He wanted him dead
And tried for a few days
Until his plans were stopped 
By a sudden heart attack
It was too much for Jax
Who never paid him back
I guess he wasn’t gonna die
For winning Jax’s eye
Playing Ace’s High
Here’s where Jax 
Tried to shoot you
Up on Coal Hill
With a view 
But you wouldn’t die 
On top of green grass 
Under June blue sky
Now here’s where 
One Eye Jax done lie 
Written at 3 a.m. June 15, 2018
mystrawhat.com & The NewEverydayMedia.com

Saturday, June 2, 2018

"Needed" _ New June Poem

“Needed” 

Chords roam my mind
Like constellations in the sky
Sharp notes 
Bright stars
Flat notes
Cloudy moon
Atmospheric elements 
Which alter our mood
Translated through music
Grouping notes in harmony 
Grouping words for poetry 
Music & poetry here’s our song
It doesn’t matter if it’s short or long
Create it, say it, play it, share it
So the gift doesn’t go away
Being who we are everyday 

5:09 am Saturday June 2, 2018
mystrawhat.com

& TheNewEverydayMedia.com

Friday, June 1, 2018

#Omnipotent _ New June 2018 Poem

#Omnipotent 

Everything on and of this Earth shares a similar fate. 
Our processes for living are very similar if not exact in many cases. 
The way we exist. 
The way we exist at all. 
Birth, breathing, feeding, being, breeding, existing, dying. 
There are so many patterns to recognize

TheNewEverydayMedia.com

Moral Turpitude _ New June 2018 Poem



Question from South Western, PA 
Via @KasieDC for @GOP 
Dear DC, in SW PA parlor rooms
A question does loom
Is there a race to act like a buffoon?
It’s now June
And we assume
You know there’s much more work
To Do instead of running on
Being the world’s biggest jerk?!
Charge, Moral Turpitude 

TheNewEverydayMedia.com

Sunday, May 20, 2018

Sunday’s Thoughts

Sunday's Thoughts

Early morning
I saw a fawn
Eating leaves
Walking the dog
I saw a rabbit
Eating green lawn
I caught a ribbon
Of sunlight from dawn
And pulled it through
From my past to now
What have I become
A poet of the people
Giving voices to those
Who are forgotten ones
Some see useless flesh
Where I see a beautiful rose
I'm just being me
They are everyday heroes
I'm telling their stories
Mindful of history
Intently listening
Giving life to their words
I'm a poet making poetry
From unlikely sources
It's become motor memory
Mixing with new ideas
Galloping in perfection
As do wild horses

Written Sunday Morning
May 20, 2018
John Conte
mystrawhat.com
& TheNewEverydayMedia.com


Good wishes,
John




Thursday, April 5, 2018

“Heart” _ NewMediaArt

"Heart" = blood on paper towel; 3 seconds; 4am; everyday blood from fingertips #newmwdiaart #blood #papertowel #heart #fingertips #everyday   #random #occurrences #perspective 




Good wishes,
John

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Wednesday, April 4, 2018

Dealing With the Darkness_ New April 2018 Poem

Dealing With the Darkness

It's easy to get sucked up & in
It's easy to forget how to win
Against the deep gravity of hate
A black stone in your throat you ate
It's so easy for fraud to be pulling you down
As a stooge you sing their song
They saw you coming around 
And you're so prideful you took the bait
And in your heart are seeds of hate 
A master weaver sows and plows along 
While your negativity doesn't pull you through 
The opposite of dark called light to the rescue 
It's more than Ying & Yang needed to save you 
Stop the verses that are cursing your victims 
Your attitude towards life is more than just sins

4/4/18



Good wishes,
John

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Friday, March 23, 2018

A One Term President _ Stormy March 2018 _ New Media Art


It’s still Lent
And we observe 
At the Friday fish fry
It were the words
We so plainly heard
And We could see
After all these years on TV
People get to say to the liar
Mr. President
You’re fired!



Tee Shirts Are Being Made:

@realDonaldTrump @POTUS 


You’re Fired! 2020

Saturday, March 10, 2018

“Flashing There” — New Poem March 2018

"Flashing There"

Crossing the street
Pedestrians and strangers 
People having purposes
Stacked beer kegs
The delivery truck unloads 
Walking into sunrise 
On a cobblestone road 
A pigeon's wings flap
The sound explodes 
In my consciousness 
Everything lost is now known 
Stopping to write a poem
Tracing where the bird has flown
Like a worm through the hole
These words are now shown
Pulling thread filling the gap
These moments as fast as a flash 
I'm not using a capo
Unless I want what's new to be old
Someone's story that has been told
When it's we who have really grown
Into something built to last 
In the corner the evidence moans
Give it an hour to be exposed 
In the darkroom taken with a flash
Oh there it is now again what a memory 


March 10, 2018 10am
Market Square



Good wishes,
John

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