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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
Saturday, December 30, 2023
Mom 5:11am This Dec Morn_ dedicated poem Dec 2023
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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
Not Making it Home
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
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
Sunday, August 20, 2023
Before Your Very Eyes_New Poetry Summer 2023
Before Your Very Eyes
In the land where campfires glow
The only kind of life you know
Waking up this early morn
After an overnight storm
Where everything was looking worn
The new day feels refreshing
Like a spiritual blessing
Rain falling down from the heavens
Prayers answered with forgiveness
Washing away our sins
A blade of grass
A green leaf
A colorful flower
Time goes fast
Nature speaks
Inside a rain shower
Summer 2023
July - August
John Alan Conte Jr.
Poet
#new #summer2023 #poetry
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Saturday, July 15, 2023
Untitled One: new poetry July’23
Like a drowned boat
Was down so long
Wondering where I belong
Then there was hope
Holding a grain of sand
In the palm of my hand
Finding heaven in a flower
Feeling eternity in an hour
Saturday, July 8, 2023
How I Fell Into You _ July New Poem 2023
How I Fell Into You
We were all kids
In our reach there was a crick
Where we would catch crawfish
Rocks we'd turn over and flip
Often finding a healthy salamander
In that cool downward rushing water
Oh, how our summer loving would last
Yeah, you could say we had ourselves a blast
In the summertime, summer's past
You've been forewarned
Summer's almost gone
Holding hands for the fall
You cheerleading football
Pictures torn and frayed
Smiling through we made our ways
-July 8, 2023
J. Conte
MyStrawHat.com
Good wishes,
John
Sunday, April 30, 2023
Predawn Prayer Song
Is it a sort of roll call from the infinitesimal to the cosmic collective?
If so, I'd like to sing back. I'm here.
An infinitesimal prayer for peace & love to the cosmic collective to the omega …
#pre #dawn #sunday #morning #song #prayer #for #peace #and #love
Good wishes,
John
The Queen of May _ new poem 2023
#the #queen #of #may #new #poetry
#a #day #early #everyday #poet #poem
Good wishes,
John
Sent from my iPhone
Friday, March 31, 2023
Silver Lining _ new 2023 poem
Good wishes,
John
Sent from my iPhone
Saturday, March 11, 2023
The New South _ new poem March 2023
It was one of the best meals I ate
As I cleared that dinner plate
With fried chicken in my mouth
It read: Welcome to The New South
We do not segregate
We learned old Jim Crow
Isn't the way to grow
Now I'm waiting on a train
For my cousin from Maine
As I stare at those tracks
Ghosts appear with whipped backs
Listen to these words from my mouth
Down here in The New South
We aren't afraid of some CRT
A losing man was General Lee
We do not segregate
We learned old Jim Crow
Isn't the way to grow
Now I'm on a talking panel
On the Bluegrass Junction channel
We learned to live a new way
And it's more than words we say
Our doors are open as long as you can stay
{March 11, 2023 MyStrawHat.com}
Thursday, February 23, 2023
Asked to Take Photo of Me for Fashion
Thursday, January 12, 2023
Dad _ #ThrowBackThursday _ Love Light
Good wishes,
John
Sent from my iPhone
Wednesday, January 11, 2023
Dear AARP This Is Our $ NOT GOP!
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