Christmas Everyday Is Thanksgiving _ new poetry November 2025

Christmas Everyday Is Thanksgiving 🙏🌹💜💜🌹🙏 

Was it the wind    

Why I turned off SportsCenter 

Carrying my mother's voice?

Or cats under the stars?

At four o'clock in the morning 

Wide awake either way 

It's not like I have a choice 

When the joints glow as burning coals

But to think of you 

So tangled up in blue

My work got me these wind chimes 

As I was grateful feeling dead 

Listening to past from time to time 

I can taste too much oak in my wine 

A portal in Pennsylvania's Pittsburgh 

Hearing the town talk we laugh 

Her pill box hat has been stored for her 

Like a World Series game seven home run 

Inside a park like, museum like, library house 

Black & white pictures now colored in 

And old friends like Mrs. Edie Clouse 

With John Lennon's fame and Ringo's plane 

The calling cards, taverns and friendly bars 

We knew it was the meaning of the Star 

Guiding all the Billy Goats and Billy Strings 

The way he sings with his rosewood guitar 

Christmas everyday is Thanksgiving 

Written By: John Alan Conte' Jr.

November 8, 2025 4am 

MyStrawHat.com 

Written By: John Alan Conte' Jr.

November 8, 2025 4am 

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Good wishes,

John

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Orange Youth _ new writing _ poetry _ November 2025

Orange Youth 

Talking to their phones like lovers instead of on them asked to draw a picture of a telephone stand they draw a one legged man with a smart phone in hand wishing they had something to eat instead of grandma’s pantyhose and wish they had a mansion but live in rented drywall boxes with a book on Hitler as a pillow and dead puppies for blankets shot by insane fame seeking politicians who pay orange mouthpieces to unleash the dogma of hopes for a day everybody looks exactly the same and speaks from one single tongue even though they have no money because they give everything to orange grove owners who sell them off to feed wars on newspapers and neighborhoods they need for golden toilets and bronze statues of Caiphas and Pilate while waving gold plated crucifixes and autographed upside down bibles used in the last photographed opportunity for hate nevertheless maggots recreate to turn into flies with green spineless bodies that eat feces dropped from an artificial intelligence in the back of an alley where close hangers are bloodied from the babies the orange youth cannot afford to feed or care for and again their tax dollars have been swallowed by a king who can’t abrogate his ego for the good of the people and a lasting world peace so as long as his mind keeps reminding him he’s going to be forgotten after he’s the laughingstock of a flock of Shepherds making pies from the words of poet Robert Burns alongside the smoke stacks of Andrew Carnegie our president sold to a foreign nation where he buys all of his garments to assemble a grand vision of orange youth carrying out his commands as God lights another bush on fire to shed light on the darkness of the days of no shame for being as greedy as a snake who eats its own tail left only wanting more until we close the door and move on to a higher level of care for babies so parents can continue their education from the ashes of burnt books 

November 6, 2025

MyStrawHat.com 

John Alan Conte’ Jr.

Railroad Horns & Old Neighborhoods _ New Poetry November 4, 2025

Railroad Horns & Old Neighborhoods 

Thinking of the past 

When bunches of friends 

Were clusters of stars ✨ 

Burning 🔥 day and night 

In coffee ☕️ houses and cafes 

Old houses 🏘️ and studios 

Rehearsal spaces and stages 

Shows and crowds smoking 

Looking back I was a hack 

An idea 💡 man with a hook 

With my groove in the heart 💜 

I was genuinely authentic 

And that might be a song 🎧 

Trains from ConRail Yards into 

NYC, Detroit and Chicago roll

2:44 a.m. hearing their horns 

That's my song 🎶 for you 

Railroad Horns & Old Neighborhoods 

John Alan Conte' Jr.

4 a.m. November 4, 2025 

Good wishes,

John

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