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This week flew by, but somehow I managed to scrawl down two poems.

The first is called The Lawman. I use this term for its connotation of the lone sheriff in a Wild West town, keeping the whole settlement from devolving into chaos. The person everyone depends upon, to keep the peace. But the word also has the very literal meaning, of a person who makes the laws, a legislator. A person who, you'd think, would have a great deal of respect for the law.

During the past week, filled with January 6, 2021 commemorations and editorial fanfare, there was quite a chorus of people in Congress who poo-pooed the whole affair, downplaying last year's incident with the same fervor, with which others raised the alarm about it.

Only two Republicans were present at the Presidential address, Liz Cheney and her father Dick Cheney. The absence of an entire party from a national address seems a bit disrespectful to me.

And I read somewhere, that a significant portion of the Republican party would never be convinced of any wrongdoing by the former President, no matter what any commission on the 1/6 events might find. Even if they found "the smoking gun." That just sounds contrary.

If you are interested in reading what I originally had to say about the 1/6/2021 incident, check out the link at the bottom of The Lawman, Great Patriots.

The second poem is called Veto, but it is actually not at all political.

It has more to do with joint decision-making, where one partner has more power or influence or good sense, and prevails on a decision, but the second partner regrets not getting his or her own way, despite having agreed to go along with the final decision.

I was flirting with the notion of a big purchase, before realizing it was really much too big to comfortably manage on our budget. And my husband's good sense finally persuaded me. But I didn't feel a bit better about losing out, in fact I felt resentful! I imagine some of you have been through something similar.

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The Lawman

An incomplete set of dollar coins with presidents on them, as well as Sacajawea and Susan B Anthony on a few. Copyright Andrea LeDew.
This poem reminds me of the Lewis Carroll classic, The Walrus and the Carpenter. Especially the stanza that begins, "The time has come, the Walrus said, to talk of many things..." Like that poem, this one is filled with absurdity and euphemisms and wishful thinking. And crocodile tears, about leading the gullible astray. Thanks for coming by to read. "Just …

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A blue and white bouquet and lamp in the foreground and a black and white print made by my daughter Madelaine LeDew in the background. Copyright Andrea LeDew.
Many of us have experienced buyer's remorse, the feeling of sorrow after having bought something rashly. But I think there also exists a type of remorse over missed opportunities, over roads not taken. I recently made a responsible, reasoned decision. And almost immediately, I found myself full of regrets, for downplaying the romantic, impulsive side of me, that might have …

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Good Will

A cormorant or heron perched near the top of a tangled cypress tree, looking out beyond its branches. Copyright Andrea LeDew.
I hope you can overlook the mixed metaphors in this poem about the year nearly behind us. I'm sure I'm not alone in being ready to see it in the rear view mirror. Thanks for coming by to read, and my sincerest Happy New Year! I say goodbye To a well-worn year, A year, a bit frayed at the edges. …

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Fifteen: A Christmas Story

Downtown street with Christmas lights. Copyright Andrea LeDew
Here I tell the story of three long-lost friends who re-unite for Christmas, and their journey toward closure, regarding the ones who will never reunite with them again. Thanks for coming by to read. Mama Jean didn’t know what to make of it. Driving a thousand miles Down South, watching the grit and crystalline ice-sand of the road give way …

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The Jealous Type

A blossom on an orchid tree, climbing higher than all the others. Copyright Andrea LeDew.
This poem reviews the deadly sin of Jealousy, and asks whether we can help being the envious beings we are. I notice this failing in myself, particularly with respect to writing and body-type, and I find it very hard to rise above. I believe my own jealousy is a side effect of, on the one hand,vaunting (aka unreasonable) ambition and, …

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