The Plain Janes

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Never underestimate

the plain Janes

Some of them are miraculous

Others are meticulous.

But for sure,

they are not ridiculous

And all of them are real,

not fake even an inch

Some of them are real and raw

like the unpolished diamonds

But diamonds are diamonds

Solid, Real and Intriguing

and others are pristine and true

like dark woods or

unfathomable seas

Deep, awesome and curious.

But for sure,

they are not phony,

no, not even an inch.

So,

don’t misunderstand the plain Janes.

 

 

 

Our Snail Connection (Full Poem)

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Everyone needs that perfect protective shell,

Where we can live, breathe, grow and excel,

Without having the fear of the predator’s gaze

Where we can hide, retreat and rejuvenate.

 

Where we can shout, roar, giggle and wiggle

Be a dumb-head who fails to solve even a simple riddle

Without being conscious, like clown dwarfs,

Of those watchful eyes of hunter sharks

 

Yup, all of us need love, care and protection

Of that defensive shield which saves us

From the maddening, gaggling, narcissistic rush

The egoistic  selfish materialistic slush

Underneath which, I can be me and you can be you.

The real ME and the real YOU

The Real YOU

 

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The Real YOU

 

Oh, so desperately I want to see the real you.

Oh no, not the facade, the real you.

No,not the fake you.

The unpretentious, unpolished you.

 

The YOU, with whom I can talk without being conscious

The YOU, to whom I can bare my vulnerable heart

The YOU, with whom I can take a leap of faith

The YOU, to whom I can talk about my hidden fears

 

Please be that YOU

Please . . .

 

 

 

 

 

The Rain

Water Droplets on Gray Textile

 

The gentle pearl-grey wind entangled my hair a little more

The sparkling moonlit raindrops drenched me and my soul to the core

That ecstatic moment on a sandy shore

I love, I cherish and really adore.

 

I loved the aroma and loved the touch

The sand melted under my feet as such

But I felt peaceful inside and outside

That beautiful night I really adore

When I walked with him in rain on that sandy shore.

 

The Scary Mirror . . .

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We fear what we hear

We cringe and try to disappear

 

We fear, What we see in the mirror

The scary lousy (un)truthful  mirror

 

Prisoners of our own reflection

We fear the rejection

Why?

 

She did it

You did it

Even I did it

Why?

 

You are FAT like a filthy pig

You are THIN like a stingy pin

You are FRECKLED like a dirty frog

You are PLAIN like a useless board

You are BLACK like a sweaty buffalo

You are BROWN like a clumsy gruffalo

And You, You are WHITE like a soggy marshmallow

 

Abusing, blaming and needless naming –

this is what if not body-shaming?

 

A thought-provoking article on body shaming:

https://magdalene.co/news-2045-mirror-mirror-on-the-wall-the-perennial-problem-of-body-shaming-.html