Thursday, December 5, 2019

Nashville Tennessee _ new December poem 2019
I used to believe in justice 
And how things outta be
Then I saw a person hanging from a tree 
I couldn’t believe they called this place free 
That’s when I moved to Nashville Tennessee 
You’re grown enough to know what’s wrong
Feel the existential truth in this here song 
It’s a coming around the bend 
It’s your destiny - just hit send 
Like a stormy day when the sun comes out
Listening to music that makes you shout 
There isn’t time for you to be fuss’n about 
Pack your things & tune your strings to the city 
There ain’t a place like Nashville Tennessee 
Black, brown, red, yellow, white you may be 
There ain’t a better city to be feeling free 
You’re grown enough to know what’s wrong
Feel the existential truth in this here song 
It’s a coming around the bend 
It’s your destiny - just hit send 
Like a stormy day when the sun comes out
Listening to music that makes you shout 
Come play with me in Nashville Tennessee 
Written December 3, 2019
*Dedicated 2 the 2 girls who rocked my world in Nashville

Thursday, November 14, 2019

My Parker Bean _ poem

My Parker Bean‬
‪I have memories of you‬
‪And I have pictures too‬
‪I haven’t pulled out all the old video ‬
‪I wouldn’t be able to get up and go‬
‪And I know I’d go down a rabbit hole ‬
‪So I am grateful you’re in my dreams ‬
‪You’re proof life is better than it seems ‬
‪-John Conte- written October 30, 2019- #dogs #pets #love #forever #memories #video #dreams#pictures #everyday #life #new #poetry #poet #dedicated #dog #poem#my #parker #bean #lhasaapso

Friday, August 30, 2019

"Starlight" _ new poetry for Labor Day Weekend 2019

John Conte San Francisco 1997 Russian Hill Jack Kerouac House

That’s an impressive file
It reads like a vowel 
I vowel to love you.
I vowel to love the Earth.
I know what it’s worth.
It’s meant to be free.
The magnetic pull of the tides
It’s in your eyes
As they roll back
Starlight stirs 
The fire inside 

john conte
3am August 30, 2019

Saturday, August 17, 2019

"Tragic Animals" _ August 2019 new poem

*Tragic Animals

Creatures of the night 
Practicing in the day
In the heat of lights shinning bright
They had something to say
People loved to hear them play 
It’s as much about statistics 
As it is the nature of the game 
Sex, drugs & rock n roll
Can really take a toll
You got high because you got sad
Not thinking about it like a dad
A shotgun blast above the garage
Or passing on in rehab 
Wolves howl at the moon
For all of us who leave too soon
A wolf howling at the sky
Don’t you know, don’t you know 
You’re a shooting star passing by

John Conte August 2019

For "BUDDY" (Greg Erhard). Buddy came up with the title for it and was the inspiration to create such a poem based on an intellectual musicologist conversation we've been having

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
& #poetry #wrestling #time #philosophy #metaphysics #reality #death #loss #grieving #living #alive #poet #writing #writing #everyday #newmedia #dogsofinstagram #parker #bean #conte #best #lhasaapso #puppy #ever #dalailama 

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.
John Conte
March 23, 2019
*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 &

January Sun _ new poem 2018

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

#poet john conte
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

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 
Of green
This isn’t 
The end 
When I’m feeling
I got someone 
She points me up
Sea of green
This isn’t 
The end 
This isn’t 
The end 
This isn’t 
The end 
I’m holding

Written Saturday Morning December 15, 2018
John Conte

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

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 
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 
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 
The night takes it
Easy on me
Nights ghosts
They like my poetry 

October 10, 2018
John Conte