"jocelyn" poems
The bright sun’s rays
Are dappled as they strike
The manicured greensward.
He, tall, lithe, teeth all aglow
In cream slacks and pastel blouson,
She, fair and fairylike in acres of shimmering gauze,
Alight from the auto
At the site of their ‘manger al fresco’
Let us call them Justin and Jocelyn.
The basket is heavy
No matter.
He lifts it clear to carry
She gasps, he grins.
In minutes the scene is set
The rug, the plates, the glasses
The pate, the cold chicken,
The fruit….the wine.
He deflowers a bottle of Moselle,
Wishing it were her.
Guessing as much she blushes.
Ants retreat to nests
Wasps attack alternate targets
Flies zoom elsewhere to feed.
And all the while the sun
The golden sun continues to dapple.
The rain is not quite horizontal
As Joe and Judy
Run from the bus stop
To the stony beach.
Not quite horizontal
But driven off the sea it tastes salty.
He, ordinary, average, in a dampening grey mackintosh.
She, hair bleached in a sister’s frock and jacket
Holding hands,
And hold each a sandwich
Cellophane wrapped.
Squatting against the seawall
They eat.
Wet eyes flash bright signals.
Joe has a small thermos
Its vegetable soup,
And somehow a hardboiled egg appears,
To share.
The rain continues its attack.
Jul 25, 2014
Jul 25, 2014 at 11:58 PM UTC
and now i dont sleep
now i see things
not clearly,
as everything near me
tinted by the color of your loss,
we pray and dream but we're lost
and even further now that you're gone
how am i supposed to see,
when sorrow hangs a shadow over me?
i know a name,
i dont forget,
i know regret,
i know the pain
and now he sleeps
with angels,
jocelyn
would you open up your loving arms?
keep us from all harm,
protection from the storm
and even further now that you're gone
dont be sad anymore
please
dont be sad anymore
Jun 22, 2018
Jun 22, 2018 at 4:46 AM UTC
Growing up as a guy I have something to admit
Its that theres so many girls that i'll never forget
So i'll jump right in and go right from the start
and tell you about all these girls that have affected my heart
So lets start with the As there is two that first come to mind
and thats Ambrea and Ashley, their each one of a kind
Now those are my sisters so their first to be said
but lets continue on to who else pops in my head
lets see...there's 2 Ashley As, but only one Ashley G
can't forget Amanda K, or all 7 Amys
There are so many As that we'd have to stay way long
let me wrap it up quick with the cutest one "akon"
You should see all these B's their so pretty it scares me
theres Beth and theres B thou, theres Bee and B. Barry
In the C's we have Crepeele with her pretty long blonde hur
and then we have Cameo, thats right, Mama Burr
On to the Ds they would never be meana
theres danielle carey, and then there is dreena
though im sure there are Es-Hs to do
i'm skipping to Js starting with J. Gubbes
Janelle, Jolene, or Jocelyn B.
Jordan, and Jen, and Jill L. you see
Jamie, and jasmine, or J. Allen
Jaylene, and Jessica, and then jen again
Oh God now the Ks, not sure where to begin...
I'll start with the departed R.I.P. Kristin
On to the girls that are more than alive,
Lets take, Keilyn, Kayla, and Karmen on a test drive
Three other K's must get named out for sure
And that's Kaley, Kansas, and Kristjana Schure
Two Girls in the Ls that are way way to awesome
And thats Lauren Borsheim, and of course, Laura Klassen
On to the Ms there is no time to spare
Just one, Maryke, and she cuts my hair
...I'm just kidding MOM you know your up there!
We do have an N there's nothing to fear
Her name is Niki, she lives in Red Deer
No Os, or Ps, or Qs to discuss
we'll move on to R's cause this next ones a must
Rachael K the Australian Wonder
Rebecca's art is so good she draws lightning and thunder
Theres a couple of shellys, and Sam 1 and 2
Tara looks like a model, and Tia does too
Don't know any Us, the Vs go in order
Vanessa M, V. Young, and VJ the reporter
If your name wasn't mentioned no need to be sour
this poem was rushed, took me less than an hour
Aug 30, 2010
Aug 30, 2010 at 10:04 PM UTC
La nuit, quand par hasard je m'éveille, et je pense
Que dehors et dedans tout est calme et silence,
Et qu'oubliant Laurence, auprès de moi dormant,
Mon cœur mal éveillé se croit seul un moment ;
Si j'entends tout à coup son souffle qui s'exhale,
Régulier, de son sein sortir à brise égale,
Ce souffle harmonieux d'un enfant endormi !
Sur un coude appuyé je me lève à demi,
Comme au chevet d'un fils, une mère qui veille ;
Cette haleine de paix rassure mon oreille ;
Je bénis Dieu tout bas de m'avoir accordé
Cet ange que je garde et dont je suis gardé ;
Je sens, aux voluptés dont ces heures sont pleines,
Que mon âme respire et vit dans deux haleines ;
Quelle musique aurait pour moi de tels accords ?
Je l'écoute longtemps dormir, et me rendors !
De la Grotte, 16 décembre 1793.
1.5k
First I'd like to say, that I apologize,
For being so stupid, and not making you mine.
Cause now all I have, is you on my mind
How beautiful and breath taking you are all the time.
And I could never forget, that thing we did,
Back in last summer, when we shared our first kiss.
How I've wished, we could do it again,
But because I messed up, now you have a man.
But instead of being mad at myself, let me just say,
That he should treat you good, each and every day.
That he should love honor, and cherish you each day.
And that he should give you all his time, and say I love you every day.
And if he does not, then that is just a shame,
Because you are a Queen, and I'll be the one to blame.
Jul 23, 2013
Jul 23, 2013 at 6:08 PM UTC
Barely Together
- Jocelyn Kay
How is it I hold myself together
When you’re around me
And I can breathe
The air around your skin
How is it I don’t cry always
Don’t collapse, don’t capsize
Every atom of me aching as I watch you be someone else’s
Selfish I am, the pain is of my own making
I’m happy you’re happy, but I’m shivering and tired
I’ll hold it together
But only for you
You don’t need to know, you don’t need the drama
I’ll hold it all in
And try to be me
Feeling my insides exploding
Calm, outwardly
Was this meant to happen?
Did I mess up a past life
Is there really just one Destiny?
Where do I find peace
Where do I find solace
Where do I find the happiness that I seek
Where am I headed
Where will I land
Will it just be another barren island
All we can do is hope,
Cling to that everthinning rope
To change is to die, and I’m broken inside
Will you leave me?
Will time split our paths in two?
Will I get to see you?
Can I still love you
Is it answers I seek? Or shallow distraction
I don’t believe in You.
But help me Lord
Oct 16, 2018
Oct 16, 2018 at 8:03 AM UTC
My dearest Jocelyn,
The very thoughts of you make me Homesick.
It's just as beautiful as miserable it sounds.
Apr 17, 2018
Apr 17, 2018 at 3:57 AM UTC
O vraie et lamentable image de la vie !
La joie entre par où la douleur est sortie !
Le bonheur prend le lit d'où fuit le désespoir !
À ce qui naît le jour Dieu fait place le soir ;
La coupe de la vie a toujours même dose,
Mais une main la prend quand l'autre la dépose,
Hélas ! et si notre œil pouvait parfois sonder
Ces coupes de bonheur qui semblent déborder,
Ne trouverions-nous pas que chaque joie humaine
Des cendres et des pleurs d'un autre est toujours pleine ?
Du village de sa naissance, le 20 juillet 1800.
1.2k
Apprehensive at seventeen,
And waiting on anything,
A simple excuse,
For what I've been thinking.
Your porcelain skin.
My head in my hands.
A loss for words.
Your auburn hair.
A grasp on my head.
I'm dreaming again.
it's 10 feet away.
And three hours later.
I cant exactly say it was love at first sight,
We haven't had four conversations,
And you've got a boyfriend,
But something still locks you inside my mind.
I think you just like to watch my concentration shatter
When you even fake a look in my general direction
Maybe that makes all of these words wrong.
But doesn't every pretty girl deserve at least one song?
On the first day,
Of second semester,
If were trading glances,
Is that my answer?
And on the first day,
I told you I write songs
I wonder how you'd feel if you knew,
That I wrote you one.
Oct 13, 2012
Oct 13, 2012 at 2:39 PM UTC
Je ne sens plus le poids du temps ; le vol de l'heure
D'une aile égale et douce en s'écoulant m'effleure ;
Je voudrais chaque soir que le jour avancé
Fût encore au matin à peine commencé ;
Ou plutôt que le jour naisse ou meurt dans l'ombre,
Que le ciel du vallon soit rayonnant ou sombre,
Que l'alouette chante ou non à mon réveil.
Mon cœur ne dépend plus d'un rayon de soleil,
De la saison qui fuit, du nuage qui passe ;
Son bonheur est en lui ; toute heure, toute place.
Toute saison, tout ciel, sont bons quand on est deux ;
Qu'importe aux cœurs unis ce qui change autour d'eux ?
L'un à l'autre ils se font leur temps, leur ciel, leur monde ;
L'heure qui fuit revient plus pleine et plus féconde,
Leur cœur intarissable, et l'un à l'autre ouvert,
Leur est un firmament qui n'est jamais couvert.
Ils y plongent sans ombre, ils y lisent sans voile.
Un horizon nouveau sans cesse s'y dévoile ;
Du mot de chaque ami le retentissement
Éveille au sein de l'autre un même sentiment ;
La parole dont l'un révèle sa pensée
Sur les lèvres de l'autre est déjà commencée ;
Le geste aide le mot, l'œil explique le cœur,
L'âme coule toujours et n'a plus de langueur ;
D'un univers nouveau l'impression commune
Vibre à la fois, s'y fond, et ne fait bientôt qu'une ;
Dans cet autre soi-même, où tout va retentir,
On se regarde vivre, on s'écoute sentir ;
En laissant échapper sa pensée ingénue,
On s'explique, on se crée une langue inconnue ;
En entendant le mot que l'on cherchait en soi,
On se comprend soi-même, on rêve, on dit : c'est moi !
Dans sa vivante image on trouve son emblème,
On admire le monde à travers ce qu'on aime ;
Et la vie appuyée, appuyant tour à tour,
Est un fardeau sacré qu'on porte avec amour !
De la Grotte, 20 septembre 1793.
1.1k
Mon cœur me l'avait dit : toute âme est sœur d'une âme ;
Dieu les créa par couple et les fit homme ou femme ;
Le monde peut en vain un temps les séparer,
Leur destin tôt ou **** est de se rencontrer ;
Et quand ces sœurs du ciel ici-bas se rencontrent,
D'invincibles instincts l'une à l'autre les montrent ;
Chaque âme de sa force attire sa moitié,
Cette rencontre, c'est l'amour ou l'amitié,
Seule et même union qu'un mot différent nomme,
Selon l'être et le sexe en qui Dieu la consomme,
Mais qui n'est que l'éclair qui révèle à chacun
L'être qui le complète, et de deux n'en fait qu'un.
Quand il a lui, le feu du ciel est moins rapide,
L'œil ne cherche plus rien, l'âme n'a plus de vide,
Par l'infaillible instinct le cœur soudain frappé,
Ne craint pas de retour, ni de s'être trompé,
On est plein d'un attrait qu'on n'a pas senti naître,
Avant de se parler on croit se reconnaître,
Pour tous les jours passés on n'a plus un regard,
On regrette, on gémit de s'être vu trop ****
On est d'accord sur tout avant de se répondre,
L'âme de plus en plus aspire à se confondre ;
C'est le rayon du Ciel, par l'eau répercuté,
Qui remonte au rayon pour doubler sa clarté ;
C'est le son qui revient de l'écho qui répète,
Seconde et même voix, à la voix qui le jette ;
C'est l'ombre qu'avec nous le soleil voit marcher,
Sœur du corps, qu'à nos pas on ne peut arracher.
De la Grotte, 16 septembre 1793.
953
You a friend
I baffle
For tho here to destroy aye
An enemy around me
You taken what thy allow; unreachable
Yourself thy "friend" a Hippocratic
Oct 18, 2015
Oct 18, 2015 at 4:32 AM UTC
Vous me l'avez donné ce complément de vie,
Mon Dieu ! ma soif d'aimer est enfin assouvie.
Du jour où cet enfant sous ma grotte est venu,
Tout ce que je rêvais jadis, je l'ai connu.
Pour la première fois, moi, dont l'âme isolée
A d'autres jusqu'ici ne s'était pas mêlée,
Moi qui trouvais toujours dans ce qui m'approchait
Quelque chose de moins que mon cœur ne cherchait ;
Au visage, au regard, au son de voix, au geste,
A l'émanation de ce rayon céleste,
Aux premières douceurs du premier entretien,
Au cœur de cet enfant j'ai reconnu le mien.
Mon âme, que rongeait sa vague solitude,
A répandu sur lui toute sa plénitude,
Et mon cœur abusé, ne comptant plus les jours,
Croit en l'aimant d'hier l'avoir aimé toujours.
De la Grotte, 17 septembre 1793.
748
Un baiser sur mon front ! un baiser, même en rêve !
Mais de mon front pensif le frais baiser s'enfuit ;
Mais de mes jours taris l'été n'a plus de sève ;
Mais l'Aurore jamais n'embrassera la Nuit.
Elle rêvait sans doute aussi que son haleine
Me rendait les climats de mes jeunes saisons,
Que la neige fondait sur une tête humaine,
Et que la fleur de l'âme avait deux floraisons.
Elle rêvait sans doute aussi que sur ma joue
Mes cheveux par le vent écartés de mes yeux,
Pareils aux jais flottants que sa tête secoue,
Noyaient ses doigts distraits dans leurs flocons soyeux.
Elle rêvait sans doute aussi que l'innocence
Gardait contre un désir ses roses et ses lis ;
Que j'étais Jocelyn et qu'elle était Laurence,
Que la vallée en fleurs nous cachait dans ses plis.
Elle rêvait sans doute aussi que mon délire
En vers mélodieux pleurait comme autrefois ;
Que mon cœur sous sa main devenait une lyre
Qui dans un seul soupir accentuait deux voix.
Fatale vision ! Tout mon être frissonne ;
On dirait que mon sang veut remonter son cours.
Enfant, ne dites plus vos rêves à personne,
Et ne rêvez jamais, ou bien rêvez toujours !
771
It seems to me
That when it come to relationships
I’m alway on the outside
Looking in
But as a friend I notice things
Like how my friends
Always seem to change
See, Kaci’s always been shy
She never seemed to enjoy the spotlight
But after she started dating Ty
She’s becoming confident, taking flight
Kortni’s been through hell and back
With guys who never treat her right
But now she’s with Jacob, a real nice guy
And she’s a lot happier, it’s quite a sight
Miriyam’s alway been laid back
Though kind of eccentric, without a doubt
But her boyfriend Nuno lives a bit far away
So to me, she kind of seems stressed out
Nathanael has always been my friend
Someone on who I could always depend
But we stopped talking when Jocelyn came in
And our friendship came to a sudden end
Relationships can be really good
But they can be really bad
I don’t feel I have much right to say
As I’m just someone who’s looking in
But one thing that always seems true
Sometimes good, other times not
Whether it be out of the blue
Is my friends always seem to change
Jan 23, 2014
Jan 23, 2014 at 7:37 PM UTC
Survivor
- Jocelyn Kay
I did it all so he couldn’t hurt me again
I ended up hurting myself
He’s gone, a whisper in the wind
But he haunts the deep dark memories within
His hands, unwelcome
His breathe stale and lips dry
To forget is impossible
The drugs erase everything else
Tis a terrifying pain, the pain of times gone by
You feel it through the numbness
It creeps up on you, sly
Family and friends
Mean very little now
They didn’t know how to help,
And a part of me believes they didn’t even care to try
How do I wash this filth off my skin
Scrubbing till streams of blood run down my limbs
Have you ever had a scar
The size of your whole being
Throbbing
Singing tales of times best forgotten
The scars outside lasers can wipe
The wounds inside I can only hide
And so I live,
Day to day
Hour to hour
Getting through it, slowly
Shakily
At first
But then with grace.
Oct 16, 2018
Oct 16, 2018 at 8:02 AM UTC
As she lies on the bathroom floor with a pill bottle in her hand. She doesn’t realize so many people adore her, love her, and look up to her.
She felt so alone and so unwanted. She was fighting this battle no one knew about.
She never understood why it happened to her out of all people.
She was tired, so she took her mothers pills and locked herself in the bathroom. She ran a hot bath and washed her face and hair. When she got out she decided to do her makeup and put on her mother’s favorite dress. She made sure she unlocked the door for when her parents came home. She took a piece of paper and a pen,
“Dear momma and poppa,
I love you both so very much. But this world is just not my place. My wings are already here waiting to come out. I’m sorry I hurt you oh so very much. But I’ll be looking down on you. I’ll always be here. Just hug your pillow tighter and you’ll make it through the night. Watch for a white dove. Because every time you see a white dove that’ll be me checking up on you. This was not your fault. I love you oh so very much.
Sincerely,
Your beloved child.”
Little did her parents know that their only child was gone. She was gone… She took the pain away.
“Jocelyn, honey where are you?”
“Jocelyn”
“911, whats your emergency?”
-Gillian Askeland
Nov 15, 2017
Nov 15, 2017 at 12:27 PM UTC
Did Buddha get it right
Are there lives past and unkempt
Is Karma directing our actions
To what do we owe these painful, painful sanctions
Follow me through the journey
Of a time gone by
The child, born in rye
Dazzling his divinity, Unsung his rhyme
Tis a time t’will change the world
Sin his undoing
Burdensome his load
The constantly burning sting
Of humanity
And its struggle towards redemption
Is it because You gave up
That we no longer see You
Is it because we cannot be saved
It burns. It has burnt all my life
Has consequence not extracted its toll
Pound for pound
Extracted its toll
I shall see the light
I shall push forward
I’m no coward
The road to heaven is paved in thorns
But oh Fate
Behold my rebellion
As I hurtle to salvation
- Jocelyn Kay
Oct 16, 2018
Oct 16, 2018 at 5:20 PM UTC
They say I’m crazy cause I love and care to much
they say I’m wasting time and I need to learn how to trust
They say I’m way to quiet but to quick to fuss
I think people in her head saying give up us
They saying she’s grown now happy and moved on
I can understand but my heart forever Torn
Now they see me heartless
Head down ready to spark it
Then I get high
It’s all I need to get by
I settle down think of every truth and lie
I tell you Go away ,leave
But your what I need
Sorry for the lies
cause that’s not what I believe
They say I’m dead wrong for wanting a family
I want sucesss and love
That’s what’s new to me
I smoke away all my problems
Nobody seems to care
not even my momma
Don’t wanna cry no more
The wrongs I committed got me feeling sore
So I sit back turn on Jocelyn floors
Think and realize the love of my life didn’t have to worry anymore
Sep 6, 2018
Sep 6, 2018 at 12:30 PM UTC
I'm not perfect,
I'm not perfect,
I'm not perfect,
I wish i was,
I don't know why.
Sometimes i just want someone to understand,
To understand what i see,
To understand what i hear,
Understand i feel sometimes,
Witch is pain and always will be,
I act like nothing is bothering me,
That everything is OK when it's really not,
That is have no problems and joke about everything,
I admit i act like someone i'm not, Not sometimes but all the time,
When it comes to school
Or day dreaming,
But deep inside i want to cut myself to see if i am who i am,
To see if my pain is real,
To let all the tears out,
To let the truth come out,
To show people i'm not as strong as i am,
In my world,
Sometimes i just want to let lose and run,
Run away in the woods and never stop,
Or just die,
Death pops up in my head most of the time,
But not as much as it should,
I wish i just tell people who i really am,
Or even show,
Yea a lot of people think i'm crazy,
Weird,
Strong,
Weak,
Powerful,
Worthless,
Beautiful,
Ugly,
And a million other words,
I want people to live in my shoes just for five minutes,
Only five minutes,
And see how i feel every second of my life,
It only take five minutes to want to run away into that woods and never come back,
I want to be free from my Demond's and from my angels,
Just to see how it feels to be without any sprits fight over me,
Telling me what to do,
Telling me where to go,
What i should and shouldn't do,
Than go back,
Not to my life but to another world,
But to a world where i'm surrounded by angels,
And with people who understand,
Some people think they could relate to other peoples pain,
But I tell you now you can't,
You can't,
You just CAN'T
By: Me (Jocelyn Bennett)
Nov 25, 2014
Nov 25, 2014 at 6:59 PM UTC