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He didn't want him
He wanted her
He tried to kiss him
But he only wanted her
At Martha's Vineyard
She left her fur
By a graveyard with Allen Ginsberg
They said he could have his hair back
That he already had let go
But he'd already given up tobacco
So, you see the king
He wore a diamond ring
His son's wife could not sing.
Auto-tone. On his phone he's a queen.
Obviously, it's a phony diamond you see.
So, there you have it
That's that.
What a stupid, stupid hat.
She had a snake
Named snake
For Heaven's sake
I had mushroom tea
And knew immediately
It wasn't a reflection on me
The vineyard was blonde
And I only wanted red
Starting off on Burgundy
Then dusty stuffy cocaine
With the Omega's what's her name
On a frat mattress on North Allen Lane
It's all alive, you know
Come and see for yourself
We'll be down at Zeno's
🌹John Alan Conte' Jr.
October 20 - 22, 2025
Good wishes,
John
Sent from my iPhone
Wednesday, October 22, 2025
Tuesday, October 21, 2025
Shakespeare’s America _ new poetry October 2025
500 pages later
On a rainy Sunday
I still don't know who he is
His name, Jack Fate, or
Yeah, it changes everyday
I guess that's show-biz
But it's there for sure
Gazing into a glass door
It's fall. You're planting bulbs
For reward in Spring's resolve
A warm day for Autumn Leaves
When Spring comes, I'll believe
I knew this day in a way
Like a man I don't want to know
Everybody should be free, yes
So let it bleed or let it be, I guess
I'm going to continue reading on
Listening to keep on keeping on
Hands on fire at the guitar
In Minnesota, baby, I'm a star
Grew-up around iron all of my life
Selling custom iron gates to feed a wife
🌹John Alan Conte' Jr.
October 19, 2025
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#new #poem #poetrycommunity #writer #writing #amwri̇ti̇ng #october #fall #autumn #poetry
Wednesday, October 8, 2025
Asleep Is the Opposite Of? _ new poetry October 2025
Asleep Is the Opposite Of?
There goes
another rubber tree plant
Says a man like an ant
25 years? Is that
how long?
I was in a marching
band to nowhere.
Ants meet Bojangles
Mr. 1940's big band
guitar, drums, bass
Dance. Dance. Dance.
Sleep well marching Sunday
Through next & next Sunday
While the real one-ness
Stays and prays 40 days
And 40 nights without fright
The opposite of sleep
10-8-2025 a.m.
John Alan Conte' Jr.
Good wishes,
John
Suitcase Head _ new poetry September 2025
Suitcase Head
There was a man
Lived in a suitcase
Room by room
He could compartmentalize
What a story he could tell
And play punk - reggae
Reggae - punk bass
An alliance against hate
Everybody meet Keef
Chill. Groove. Peace.
If someone's out of hand
Call Sam Cutler.
Unpacked. Music. Drink.
Unpolished acoustic rose
Glistening in red light
From the amplifier on low
9-26-2025 3:30 a.m.
John Conte
Poet
Good wishes,
John
Wednesday, September 24, 2025
New September’25 Poetry = You’re the One
You're the One (For Me)
Take my hand
And
See where we land
The prettiest pearl
In the sea
You're the one
You're the one
For me
30 years upon us
And
Love you know less
The best pearl
In the sea
You're the one
You're the one
For me
September 22, 2025 (from 2005 idea on bass)
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Good wishes,
John
Saturday, September 13, 2025
Spinning Records _ new poetry September 2025
Spinning Records
There's a place to go
Better than a picture show
Drop the record
And watch it spin
Now we're spinning records
*Records.
Watch your body flow
From an audio picture show
Drop. And watch
We're spinning records. Records
MyStrawHat.com
John A. Conte' Jr.
September 13, 2025 A.M.
*hope yours goes Gold & Platinum
#spinning #gold #and #platinium #records #new #poem #everyday #poetry #community #poet
Good wishes,
John
Thursday, September 4, 2025
Inside a Tom Petty Song _ new poetry September 2025
Inside a Tom Petty Song
Some days floating
Daydreams in space
Others with the boss
And gravity - so
I'm in my place
C'mon, tell me, Ace!
What is my place?!
John A. Conte' Jr.
September 2nd 2025
(inspired by Little Walter's Sad Hours on Tom Petty's Buried Treasure program on his Sirius radio channel)
#tom #petty #songs #buried #treasure #radio #program #new #poem #everyday #poet #writing #poetry
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Inside a Tom Petty Song
John A. Conte' Jr.
September 2nd 2025
(inspired by Little Walter's Sad Hours on Tom Petty's Buried Treasure program on his Sirius radio channel)
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Inside a Tom Petty Song _ new poetry September 2025
Good wishes,
John
The Radio _ new poetry September 2025
The Radio
Heard you on the radio
We were all together listening
Though alone doing our own thing
Won't be long, my lady love
That one off the recording of
Heard you on the radio
It was such a good interview
You answered every question
Implied but never mentioned
Your beard came off a little weird
Heard you on the radio
Wow, what a card trick
That old bit gotta stick!
She was so beautiful tonight
Across her big hemp bed
Heard you on the radio
Driving in the dark rain
My love is never the same
Her perfume is still in my head
Can't wait to hear her again
John A. Conte' Jr.
September 2nd - 3rd 2025
#radio #program #new #poem #everyday #poet #writing #poetry
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The Radio
John A. Conte' Jr.
September 2nd - 3rd 2025
#radio #program #new #poem #everyday #poet #writing #poetry
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Good wishes,
John
Monday, August 25, 2025
Sea Island Cocaine 🌊 🏝️ New Poetry August 2025
#new #SeaIslandCocaine #poetry #summer #august #amwri̇ti̇ng
Sunday, August 24, 2025
Ghostly Whispers _ New Poem / Song Lyrics August 2025
Ghostly Whispers
sunshine bends until there's fall
In that shine you can know it all
Upstairs through the attic window
Some spirits ready to jump your soul
Seeing yourself through their eyes
Shedding skin while bashing lies
Uniquely American burning herds
Profit from leaves with printed words
Take the bridge to the other side
Maybe grow wings and gonna fly
It's not so much Déjà vu
Recognizing what I see in you
And what you see in me
Is what I feel it needs
What I feel it needs
It's in you
Déjà vu
Leaning into sunshine burnt gold
It was bought before it was even sold
An autumn attic filled with sorted songs
None of them about you doing wrong
It's not nostalgic what was left behind
That's why spirits try to go back in time
it's as simple as forgetting to say I love you
And in a ghostly whipper, "it isn't Déjà vu"
Take the bridge to the other side
Maybe grow wings and gonna fly
It's not so much Déjà vu
Recognizing what I see in you
And what you see in me
Is what I feel it needs
What I feel it needs
It's in you
Déjà vu
MyStrawHat. Com
John Conte
Everyday Poet
August 24, 2025
Good wishes,
John
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