B. V. Dahlen
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Depression is a fact of life for me.
As much a part of life as food and air,
It hovers like a dreaded entity.
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May your days and nights be filled with peace,
And may those you love be near.
May the solace of that closeness
Banish any hint of fear.
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May you always be warmed
by each other's smile,
And e'er take the time
just to listen awhile,
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“Welcome, Welcome”! Angels smiled.
“We were expecting you”.
“Our Father told us be prepared
To welcome quite a few”.
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I walk the stinking city streets
Alone, while the passing throng
stares,
Because my clothes don't conform.
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The face that I have grown to love,
please bless it Lord, each day.
The love I've learned to call my own,
oh never let it stray.
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Our relatives are far away.
Our bank book is running on low.
We'd like to have them here with us,
Or back to them we'd like to go.
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We offer gratitude this day
For blessings multiplied,
For family, fellowship and friends
Who remain by our side
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Sometimes within a house of men
your feelings stay inside.
They are not comfortable at times
with sharing. So you bide
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My female wiles were worthless.
The good they've done me nil.
I tried with all I have in me,
But I have lost you still.
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The sea nibbles at our traces,
Grains shift beneath our tread
Settling slightly
As the curl recedes
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The porch lies in shadows
while headlights flicker
through the blinds.
My arms hold you closer,
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Gentle hands with gentle fingers,
Stroking, patting. His love lingers.
Tiny back and small head nodding.
Feet that move with little prodding.
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In a night-lighted room
two mounds of covers
stir with dreams
and innocent sleep.
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Are you out there
pacing the beach
with Miles,
kicking the drifted wood
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May you spend your days in sunshine.
May your rainy days be few.
May the good Lord walk beside you
everywhere, in all you do.
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When things are looking bleakest,
Clouds cover up the sun,
All those barriers surround you,
And there is no place to run,
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The Best Poem Of B. V. Dahlen
Villanelle On Depression
Depression is a fact of life for me.
As much a part of life as food and air,
It hovers like a dreaded entity.
It scatters joys like useless stale debris,
And sews the ashes of my dreams in gloom.
Depression is a fact of life for me.
It poises like a shadowing banshee
With somber wings just waiting to enshroud.
It hovers like a dreaded entity,
And I can almost always guarantee
Secreted in my spectral holidays
Depression is a fact of life for me.
My life becomes a frequent abductee
Purloined by mirthless bird of prey
It hovers like a dreaded entity..
A vulture pouncing when my back is turned,
But hidden, and not easily discerned.
Depression is a fact of life for me
It hovers like a dreaded entity.
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12/24/2025 7:35:35 PM # 1.0.0
if you dont mind can you read my poems and tell me what you think about them