Saturday, April 13, 2019

Learning to Live _ New Poem April 2019

Learning to Live 

When passing a man on the side of the road 
Kneeling in some grass on the hill at a cross
His stretched arms placing an Easter wreath 
“Me, oh, my,” about death I started to speak 
Thoughts to myself about life and loss
Seeing stiff green stems dressed up with red
When all else of the hillside is rotted and dead
Inching its way down under the concrete bridge
I saw her profile and recalled what she had said 
“It’s the life cycle and it’s okay for you to cry”
I had to wrestle with my mind to realize why
Learn about living before we’re dying to be alive 
I had to confront what it is to die and to live
It’s okay to cry and think about death to be alive
New spring winds blow winter’s grime in my eye 
With all this suffering from death we must live 
In a way it’s my job to be this example to give 

Saturday April 13, 2019
John Conte
Poet
MyStrawHat.com
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Thursday, April 4, 2019

Lonesome Feeling _ new March poem 2019


Lonesome Feeling 

How can I make this lonesome feeling
Go away like a shadow on the ceiling
I want to feel normal again
Like it’s morning about a half past ten
And we got all day together 
Every time I said I love you 
I meant forever and ever 
John Conte
March 24, 2019
*Dedicated to Parker Bean Conte

May 2003 - March 20, 2019

Never Again _ new poem March 2019


Never Again

It’s not 
“I promise God,
I’ll never drink that much again.”
It’s the reality of your 15 almost 16
Year old beloved Lhasa Apso Parker Bean
Will not be there at your legs while sleep,
You’re not waking up to him ready to go
In cold, rain, sleet, dark, frigid, blinding snow.
He’s gone and nothing’s gonna bring him back.
Never again will he be waiting at the door for you
When you come home from whatever stole you.
Never again will you walk sidewalks together.
Never again. Until the end. Until the end.
This is the end. This is the end, my friend.
My heart is drenched in wine.
You’ll be on my mind.
Forever 
John Conte
March 23, 2019
MyStrawHat.com
*Dedicated to Parker Bean Conte

May 2003 - March 20, 2019

Saturday, February 2, 2019

Love Song _ new lyrical poem _ February 2019 _ dream song

Love Song

If I tell you
That I love you
And we’ll never be apart
Is that a perfect place to start
So I can win your heart 

If I say it’s forever 
That It will be 
I’m all in
Does that seem
Like a good place to begin

If I take you 
In my arms
Show you that I’m strong
Make you feel I’ll
Never do you harm

Can we share a home
Where will be together 
And never feel alone
Together forever 
In a place of our own

Oh oh what a love song
Oh oh where we belong
No there’s nothing wrong 
Since you came along
My light is always on

February 2, 2019
*pre-dawn John Conte

*woke up with this fresh song in my head this morning with the words to 
an acoustic guitar melody 
= in my head it sounded like 
a cross between the band Ween and 
Simon & Garfunkel


Sunday, January 13, 2019

Chateau Marmont - West Hollywood - Los Angeles, California



If you find yourself in West Hollywood, maybe for Jeff Tweedy @wilco shows, stay at Chateau Marmont. It’s such a lovely place, plenty of room. I stayed there 3 times and here are different views from each time: from my room next to penthouse 1st visit; Buddha prayer pool outside my cottage which was a complementary upgrade 2nd stay; taken from pool area viewing cool passageway to pool cottages 3x. The people help make the experience too. I was surrounded by interesting vibes. And Jim Morrison @thedoors, #gramparsons, #johnbelushi frequented Chateau Marmont. I had a lot of friends come by and met friendly folks there + Bar Marmont. It isn’t touristy. It’s industry hip & authentically local #travel #travelphotography #music #movie #film #writing #fashion #industry #losangeles #westhollywood #california #city #urbanphotography #famous #poet #guest

john conte mystrawhat.com & theneweverydaymedia.com

January Sun _ new poem 2018


January sun
Makes me feel warm 
Inside 
When it’s cold
In the sky
When water freezes
Outside 
But the sun
Rise and shine
Set and rest
Brightly revealing 
Ley lines 
That make me 
Smile 
As I drive
As I walk
As I talk
To myself 
I feel warm
Inside 
Because 
It’s January Sun 

#poet john conte
mystrawhat.com
& theneweverydaymedia.com
edgeworth, pa



Monday, December 31, 2018

A New Year Poem _ new poetry





A New Year Poem

From sunset to sunrise 
From midnight to noon
From coast to coast
Low to high tide
It will be the New Year soon
For this New Year
Let’s make the most
Of our best selves
W/out any fear
And the best of health 
What is wealth 
W/out health 
Put it in perspective 
Go & live


#PoetMe 
written 6 a.m. Dec. 31st
John Conte 



Saturday, December 15, 2018

Holding Up _ new poem December 2018


Fingers Point 
Fingers flick
Fingers snap
And click
Fingers bend 
Fingering a neck 
Trying to find
A pulse 
D A G
Sea 
Of green
This isn’t 
The end 
When I’m feeling
Down
I got someone 
She points me up
D A G
Sea of green
This isn’t 
The end 
This isn’t 
The end 
This isn’t 
The end 
I’m holding
Up

Written Saturday Morning December 15, 2018
John Conte
mystrawhat.com
& TheNewEverydayMedia.com

Thursday, November 15, 2018

What We're Made Of _ new poem November 2018



As grains of sands are upturned and crash 
Along the shores a cyclic tide recedes & goes
As rain falls all over me all over us and stuff 
The revolution of wheels hitting highway 
In front of me spraying windshield wiping away
I’m feeling honored to be an everyday poet
Working with people everyday to write poetry 
Life is so fragile and we are filling in the details 
What we picture in our minds here in our time 
I’m fully aware and with intent to light the way
Help document who we are as a leave behind 
So one day family, friends and strangers see

Our lantern light when all is dark along the path 

November 2018
John Conte
mystrawhat.com
& TheNewEverydayMedia.com

Wednesday, October 10, 2018

The President’s Son _ New October Poem 2018




Fish scales 
In between the 
Cobble stone streets 
They’ve been
Scaling fish there
For many years
At Faneuil Hall
People meet
A camera 
Only gets the feet
Of the President’s son
He’s taking a meeting
With friends on ethics 
Don & Kimberly not Eric
A Town Car stops me
Asks me to join them
Apparently they
Like my poetry 
My mother she 
Gives a speech
She’s unimpressed 
She’s saying
It’s no big deal
Important men
Come and go
Speaking of
Her husband’s death
She tells them
His father 
Had staying power 
Late in the hour
It’s time for a drink
I was gonna take a swim
But they want me 
To join them 
Through the door
Walks Mr. Mick
I would’ve preferred 
Keith but Mick
Is cool to meet
So you like my poetry 
We drink and we eat
We talk about songs
We really get a long 
Kimberly
Wants to get it on
I feel her bare feet 
Under the table 
On my leg
She feels how able
Like Anais Nin
And Wallace Fowlie
He told me 
About women
Who enjoy
Testing a
Man’s virility 
Oh Jesus
Have I fallen
Or is this 
The new reality 
So I said 
Excuse me
Can you 
Pass the salad 
Please 
Mick smokes a joint
And to me he points 
Rather gallantly 
He’s a poet
I guess I show it
Telling stories 
About the old canal
From Pittsburgh to
Beaver to Lake Erie
Fish scales
They shine like 
Silver teeth
Of old women
Sitting in a circle 
Peeling fruit
For canning
In mason jars
The old women
They’re the stars 
It’s getting late
I need more sleep
I go alone 
Headed towards 
Home 
The night takes it
Easy on me
Nights ghosts
They like my poetry 

October 10, 2018
John Conte
MyStrawHat.com 


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Friday, September 28, 2018

Factual Evidence Why Mueller Isn’t on a Warrantless WitchHunt

Factual Evidence Why Mueller Isn't on a Warrantless WitchHunt 






Mueller's principles


In 2004, while Attorney General John Ashcroft was in the hospital, President George W. Bush authorized the warrantless interception of domestic communications over the objections of the Justice Department. Standing on principle, Mueller, along with Deputy Attorney General James Comey, threatened to resign if the program's legal issues were not addressed.

Bush altered the program and Mueller continued on as FBI director. Mueller reportedly said about it: "There are days that go by, but not many, that you're not balancing national security against civil liberties."

Mueller threatened to resign again in 2006 after the FBI seized the records of Congressman William Jefferson, who was involved in a corruption scandal. Under intense congressional pressure, President Bush ordered the FBI to return the papers. Mueller resisted with a threat of resignation, again on principle – the FBI had seized the records with a valid judge-issued warrant. Bush relented, and Mueller stayed on as FBI director.



https://election2016.psu.edu/2017/05/22/muellers-threats-to-resign-reveal-his-character/


Good wishes,
John

Sent from my iPhone

Wednesday, September 26, 2018

Today was another great day #selfie

Today was another great day. #grateful #suit #tie #executivespreadcollar #buttondown #see #Sunglasses #BEARD #smiles #Lunchtime #fish #Company #StripDistrict #Pittsburgh #Pennsylvania #city #urbanart #food #fall #selfie #mister #hair #nofilter #Thankful #published #everyday #poet




Good wishes,
John

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Monday, September 24, 2018

Whispers _ New September 2018 Poem

"Whispers"

There are whispers in shot of our ears

We tune in to try and cut out the static
Is it we want to hear
Do we really have it
Everyone’s trying to confirm 
It spreads as does a Microsoft worm
Everybody is compromised 
Drunk on gossip
Whispers in our ears
Tell us what we want to hear
The only one who knows has a blank stare 
Observing lips moving from a glass
Ash tray up to his eyes like a giant lens
Feeling as if he’s staring at a fish bowl
They don’t know he knows
They think he’s dumb 
He’s the only one though 
He doesn’t need to whisper 
His pulse is a voodoo drum

September 24, 2018
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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