Resume: John Conte Update December 2025 - 2026 _ NEW POETRY December 2025

NEW POETRY _ Resume: John Conte Update December 2025 - 2026

I have had so many blessings that I can't even think of anything negative like strife.

But I heard you shall remain sharp and ready.
I've been a solid steady track record.

From clients like The Coca-Cola World Headquarters to HallMark to Merck Pharmaceuticals to Bayer Corporation; Police Departments; Universities to the Mom & Pop trucking companies down the road; nursing homes and specialty doctors.

Active in the World Affairs Council of Pittsburgh with directive from its president to champion Sub-Currents board; been on boards & committees to raise major dollars and help weave a tight communal tapestry.

Meets lofty shifting goal post goals; collaborates and works well with others always trying to elevate the status of peers by taking on more than my own interests.

Company guy always pitching in especially when a deficit .

Looking to be valued and not just liked.

Several high level and plain Jane references alike.

Need Help 2025 — 2026
John Alan Conte' Jr.
community liaison / everyday poet

The Childless Father of Washington D.C. (Violence Is Selective Abortion) _ new poetry December 2025

The Childless Father of Washington D.C. 

(Violence Is Selective Abortion)

She's a duck lips cynical cyclist 

standing five foot three inches tall

she dresses in tight black leather

with gloves & boots in case she falls

The circus keeps trying to recruit her

but she won't even return one call

Passing two calico cats that sit and purr 

she grabs the keys from the drawer

Outside in the back alley engines roar

On the other side of town a salesman reads

how there's 150 orphans who are so in need

In his home he fumbles the remote control tv

Gets off his knees, takes a rosary, forgets his keys

counting 1, 500 dollars taken from a shoe box

Doesn't need an uber lift with his shoes he walks

passing two Tibetan Terriers that bark on the block

Father Gallitzin in black with a white collar at the door

"Here, father, I wish that I could give so much more."

"It's okay, son, thank you for your inspirational gifts"

Then a dark leather figure of a duck lips woman rides by

The priest he looks up and places his hands in the sky

"My good son, please pray for her children when she dies"

As a garbage truck from the East Wing and the gang collide

December 1, 2025 12:42 am

John Alan Conte` Jr.

MyStrawHat.com 

Good wishes,

John

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Divine Spirit of Grace & Love _ new poetry November 2025

Divine Spirit of Grace & Love  

Celestial powers in the sky 

Counting molecules; nuclei; atoms;

Air particles; protons, neutrons; electrons 

Light; energy; radio waves; vibrations

The fruit of Thy Womb; Jesus 

Prophets; pharos; poets; astronomers 

Studying & recording planetary movements 

They all comprehended the Holy Mother 

Christmas Day

New Year's Day

But they didn't predict Easter 

Yet we have Easter Sunday 

And we hold a daily mass 

We say prayers to You

We sing songs of Love

Praising Heaven Above 

Thank You Jesus 

Thank You Lord 

November 29, 2025

John Alan Conte' Jr.

MyStrawHat.com 

Good wishes,

John

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St. Peter’s Gate _ new poetry November 2025

St. Peter's Gate 

Now i may 

Be old fashioned 

By not using his name 

But he negotiated 

With the devil 

And borrowed his fame 

Nothing but evil 

And greed is the game 

Yet he gotta pay it back 

It's Sunday and every Sunday 

It's just the facts 

If he really wants heaven 

You want to get in

Go get on your knees 

And confess to Jesus 

All your hideous sins.

If he really wants heaven 

Well. Hey. Start with Mass.

Then show an ounce of class

He disgraced the human race 

Stop being an example of trash

By the way try not to be late 

Don't make judgement wait 

"Sisamnes can't make your case,"

The devil patiently states.

Ultimately there's no debate 

Gazing from below at St. Pete's Gate 

November 23, 2025

John Alan Conte' Jr.

MyStrawHat.com 

Good wishes,

John

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Cathedral of Learning _ new poetry November 2025

Cathedral of Learning

Well i only have one friend 

His name is Mike 

Ok well two I like 

You too (two S. & G.) I likes

And to me they're both so nice

Higher learning with coal dust

Oh, man, they're women i lust 

Custom tour buses, no fussing 

It's about soil turning

Writing what you're yearning 

It's about university learning 

Mr. Tattoo has no Voodoo 

He / She is a poser post 

Oh my, where's your Holy Ghost 

It's Saturday and November sunny

Sunday with Saturday shoes she's funny

The petty president only wants money

And now your MG Red Kit Car is f*cked 

No Longer running on orange Kool Aide

It requires Tiger's Blood from the grave 

So prostrate to the magistrate, good luck

250 years ago writing an explosive prose 

And how we got a loser everybody knows 

But, hey, yeah, man, we're all super white 

Until a bulldozer clears up over developed blight 

So Saturday morning Sarah I drove to the city 

Fox News was saying it was a burnt out kitty

Their propaganda whores we learn to ignore

At Caliban Rare Book Store I opened the door 

To the store clerk I did quote:

"Why does a pebble sink but a log floats?"

Ah Ma, yearning at your Cathedral of Learning 

November 22, 2025

John Alan Conte' Jr.

MyStrawHat.com 

Good wishes,

John

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Hammer Wind (in the Heartland) _ new poetry November 2025

Hammer Wind (in the Heartland)

She got an illegal cough

She said it was bought

At some big box

A store that got cost

Never takes a loss

Honey, how come you moo?

moo. moo. at dawn

when the milkman comes around

Rooster calling

repeating quotations

drawing situations 

Light candles the pawn holds

An agenda driven grudge

She's the president's judge

Winking a crumbling promise

"Case dismissed. Case dismissed."

Don't believe the worm baited fear

Rally bullhorn whispering in your ear

From:

The 'only I can do it" lodge

Like a bowling pin to be dodged 

Move along and don't look too long

Out of the woods is a bald friar 

See through propaganda and liars

Reject the false tone in Satan's Choir 

"Put your head into my dark dream"

Pay your taxes for the rusted guillotine 

She has some great big gall 

with roller-skates in the carpeted hall

Sleeping through a phone call

Projected on a penthouse wall

Innocence is a Monarch Butterfly

Resting in Central Mexico from ice & fire

Laughing at American dollars spent to travel

How did we get here? Let's unravel

The wind growls outside like a hammer

For real freedom traded they now clamor 

250 years later he alone strangled her

The Declaration couldn't be any whiter 

Invisible ink makes the blank page cleaner 

November 20 - 21, 2025

John Alan Conte` Jr.

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John

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Turkeys on a Forklift _ new poetry November 2025

Turkeys on a Forklift

with a head full 

of ideas and mouthful

full of Twix

ask her a question

all she does is bitch!

"A bologna sandwich 

or turkey & ham

which one is which?"

she shuts up like a clam

From inside a muddy ditch

the tire salesmen kibitz 

"How many turkeys can fit

while you drive that forklift?"

Now she points with a tilt 

"Fifty"

The salesmen, "nifty."

It's the end of the shift

November 21, 2025

John Alan Conte' Jr.

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Good wishes,

John

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