"Starlight" _ new poetry for Labor Day Weekend 2019

John Conte San Francisco 1997 Russian Hill Jack Kerouac House

“Starlight”

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 

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3am August 30, 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

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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

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

Poet

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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

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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.

Forever 

John Conte

March 23, 2019

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*Dedicated to Parker Bean Conte

May 2003 - March 20, 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

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*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

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

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January Sun _ new poem 2018

January sun

Makes me feel warm 

Inside 

When it’s cold

In the sky

When water freezes

Outside 

But the sun

Rise and shine

Set and rest

Brightly revealing 

Ley lines 

That make me 

Smile 

As I drive

As I walk

As I talk

To myself 

I feel warm

Inside 

Because 

It’s January Sun 

#poet john conte

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edgeworth, pa

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

#PoetMe 

written 6 a.m. Dec. 31st

John Conte 

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Holding Up _ new poem December 2018

Fingers Point 

Fingers flick

Fingers snap

And click

Fingers bend 

Fingering a neck 

Trying to find

A pulse 

D A G

Sea 

Of green

This isn’t 

The end 

When I’m feeling

Down

I got someone 

She points me up

D A G

Sea of green

This isn’t 

The end 

This isn’t 

The end 

This isn’t 

The end 

I’m holding

Up

Written Saturday Morning December 15, 2018

John Conte

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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

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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 

Kimberly

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 

Please 

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 

Home 

The night takes it

Easy on me

Nights ghosts

They like my poetry 

October 10, 2018

John Conte

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Factual Evidence Why Mueller Isn’t on a Warrantless WitchHunt

Factual Evidence Why Mueller Isn't on a Warrantless WitchHunt 

Mueller's principles

In 2004, while Attorney General John Ashcroft was in the hospital, President George W. Bush authorized the warrantless interception of domestic communications over the objections of the Justice Department. Standing on principle, Mueller, along with Deputy Attorney General James Comey, threatened to resign if the program's legal issues were not addressed.

Bush altered the program and Mueller continued on as FBI director. Mueller reportedly said about it: "There are days that go by, but not many, that you're not balancing national security against civil liberties."

Mueller threatened to resign again in 2006 after the FBI seized the records of Congressman William Jefferson, who was involved in a corruption scandal. Under intense congressional pressure, President Bush ordered the FBI to return the papers. Mueller resisted with a threat of resignation, again on principle – the FBI had seized the records with a valid judge-issued warrant. Bush relented, and Mueller stayed on as FBI director.

https://election2016.psu.edu/2017/05/22/muellers-threats-to-resign-reveal-his-character/

Good wishes,

John

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John

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Whispers _ New September 2018 Poem

"Whispers"

There are whispers in shot of our ears

We tune in to try and cut out the static

Is it we want to hear

Do we really have it

Everyone’s trying to confirm 

It spreads as does a Microsoft worm

Everybody is compromised 

Drunk on gossip

Whispers in our ears

Tell us what we want to hear

The only one who knows has a blank stare 

Observing lips moving from a glass

Ash tray up to his eyes like a giant lens

Feeling as if he’s staring at a fish bowl

They don’t know he knows

They think he’s dumb 

He’s the only one though 

He doesn’t need to whisper 

His pulse is a voodoo drum

September 24, 2018

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"Named Roses" _ New Poem August 2018

“Named Roses”

If I didn’t know before

I realize now

This is what I live for 

Tell me how 

You see I realize 

It’s moments 

With these roses

And sun

That are reflected 

In my eyes 

And that’s why

People have fun

With me 

I’m enchanted 

With the word be

Beauty 

Captured 

By

Poetry 

Copyright 2018

John Conte

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Such a Snake _ New August Poem 2018

Late one afternoon 

It turned out to be a stick

Her heart was going zoom-zoom

It was dark black and thick

It made her inner thighs quake 

Me I had myself a little laugh

She was so afraid it was a snake

Then I picked it up for a staff 

Monday Morning August 6, 2018

John Conte

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Dissections 

He had an easy smile

Despite all the muscles it took to make it 

Compared to the muscles of a big arm

Like memories of home down a moonlight mile

He had an easy smile & didn’t have to fake it 

Sharing trials & tribulations he also had charm

Mother Nature is superior to machined motion

Nerves, muscles + a good brain show emotion

Sunday Morning August 5, 2018

John Conte

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