Joseph DeMarco

Rookie - 218 Points (July 19th 1976 / Jamaica Queens-NYC)

Joseph DeMarco Poems

1. Meeting The Shaman In My Head 4/29/2008
2. Noah's Gone Fishing 5/14/2008
3. One Religion 6/12/2008
4. Art Feels Pain 7/8/2008
5. Aumakua Rant 8/22/2008
6. Gone Green 12/30/2008
7. The Atheist 12/31/2008
8. Demarco's Secret 2/1/2008
9. Zen 2/1/2008
10. Tapping The Energy 4/3/2008
11. Adults Don'T Read To Their Children Anymore 1/3/2009
12. Cynical Or Criminals Casting Stones 2/10/2009
13. Practical (Ly) Advice 4/9/2009
14. David Opu 4/9/2009
15. Adam Vs. The Animist 10/12/2009
16. Nothing But Bad News 2/4/2010
17. The Incumbent Must Die 2/5/2010
18. The Deck Of Disasters 4/7/2010
19. The Girl Who Had Pele's Hair 5/10/2010
20. The (Not-So-Great) Bailout Of 2008 5/13/2010
21. Invisible Prison 12/14/2007
22. Poetic Justice 10/12/2007
23. Secrets Of The Subconscious 10/12/2007
24. Conversations With Time 12/14/2007
25. The Amnesia Of Magic 4/8/2014
26. Athens Shall Burn For The 3rd Time 7/24/2014
27. The Arab And The Jew 4/11/2015
28. Unzen 5/15/2015
29. Have A Wonderful Summer Break 6/5/2015
30. Indian Ghost Song 6/9/2015
31. The Reverse Centaur 7/19/2015
32. Indigo Spring 2/16/2016
33. You're Confusing Freedom With Always Getting What You Want 3/12/2016
34. Indigo Spring - Part Ii 3/18/2016
35. Six Degrees Of Bob Sausage 3/18/2016
36. If You Should Stop Loving Me 5/16/2018
37. Soul Pieces 5/9/2011
38. Going To A Funeral In Another World 7/11/2012
39. Wil Wheaton 7/27/2014
40. Extinction Is Forever 12/20/2014

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Best Poem of Joseph DeMarco

The Persistence Of Memory

We all hear the internal clock ticking,
A self-contained Doomsday device,
Melting like a candle in the desert heat

Shaded by our consciousness,
We try to ignore the Fun House mirrors
That manipulate our memory.

Our minds as flat as pancakes
Are screaming for persistence
And there's something that looks slightly like a deflated goose on the sand.

Our memories are not real
They happen to be past-tense fantasies
Reality souped-up on steroids

Hounding us like a dog
we bargain with memory
and give in to its demands.

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Tapping The Energy

'I'm Never alone
I'm alone all the time, ' says The voice out of nowhere.
I'm sitting reading by myself in the woods.
I'm not sure if The voice is recurring radio waves or there is actually a being talking to me.
I look up into a clear blue sky.
I look around.
There is no one around.
'The answer is simple
The question not so attainable, ' The voice says

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