August 31 is National Bacon Day

Which food during World War II was used in the production of bombs?

A. Bacon Grease

What can make a good meal better?
Crumbled bacon, please go get her
Piled-up high to overflowing
That will get my taste buds going

Bacon goes  with any food
And can improve most any mood.

The Antiquarian Contrarian

He was a man of firm opinions
he felt compelled to share,
strong in his belief
that was why God set him there.

He worked in a library
though not as a librarian
instead his co-workers knew him
as the contrarian antiquarian.

His many years had convinced him
that only his views were right
He'd never learned compassion
but he never missed a slight.

Noah Waiting for the Roofers

The rains are coming
Not a flood of biblical proportions
but enough for the meteorologists
to warn
"Turn around and don't drown"
if you see running water 
on what should 
be a street or sidewalk.

Meanwhile, the ark has a hole in its roof
so where are the roofers?
They have said they were coming each
morning this week.
Noah is getting impatient and 
the animals keep running off.

The Woes of Woo

She really understand me, and that’s not easy.” –Brian


1. seek the favor, support, or custom of

2. try to gain the love of (someone), especially with a view to marriage.

Liz said she loves the “State of Woo”. She never defined exactly what that is but it seems to be when two individuals meet and are attracted to each other. Each day is a wonderful discovery into an unknown package of delights. You want to know what is in the package and unwrap each layer with anticipation and appreciation. Inevitably you fall out of woo and reality seeps in.

His tender looks start to glaze over or develop an acquisitive gleam.

Her soft laughter turns from trilling to shrilling.

What once enchants eventually annoys.

As projection of perfection morphs into perceived realities the idealized one no more exists.

Focus shifts from no faults to magnified imperfections.

Many people flee the decay of their fantasies without waiting to see if its replacement may be a more worthy object of affection.

Enjoy it while it lasts; the sun will set on the state of woo.

To the Men Who Fly

Reprinted with permission from the Scuttlebutt, Volume 6, Number 10, 20 May 2021, Carl Snow, Editor

To the Men Who Fly

Ralph G. Fallert was a WWII Navy Seabee. We presented his poem titled Scuttlebutt in our 16 July 2020 issue. The following verse was written overseas during World War II, while he was with the Seabees, briefly on American Samoa and then for a longer time on Espiritu Santo in the New Hebrides. Following Espiritu came a period of about a year back in the States, then transfer to Armed Forces Radio Service and again assignment overseas—this time on Iwo Jima.

A graduate of Duquesne University and native of Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, Mr. Fallert spent 40 more years in broadcasting, including 18 years as an announcer on radio and 19 years on TV stations in Pittsburgh. We’re presenting another piece—one of the few serious ones he wrote during his active-duty service, To the Men Who Fly. His daughter, Christine Fallert Kessides, has consented to let us reproduce his poem.

Dedicated to the Airmen of World War II

You who tread the Milky Way
And traffic with the stars
Have wrought a bitter beauty
In the cruel face of Mars.

You loose the pennants of the soul
Against the wind and sky,
And live the ancient dream of all
Who ever yearned to fly.

You know the feel of freedom
We covet in the birds –
Like thought released forever
From the fettering of words.

You wheel about the courtyards
Of castles in the air,
From whose great cloudy battlements
The earth seems twice as fair.

You soar into the sunset,
Are one with the stars at night,
And we stare unbelieving
At the miracle of flight.

From trammeling of earth you soar
To the purity of space
Where the soul drinks in a freshness
Like a breeze upon the face.

You bear aloft a thousand hearts
As singers do with songs,
And make it seem that far from earth
Is where the heart belongs.

But not for now the beauty,
Not for now the joy,
For now your skills are focused
To punish and destroy.

But soon we pray is coming
The peace for which we thirst,
And of those who’ve earned its blessings
You stand among the first!

Copyright 1989 by Ralph G. Fallert (b. 1914 d. 2002.) By permission of Christine Fallert Kessides.

“World War II in full force” by Lauri Väin is licensed under CC BY 2.0

The Good-bye Kiss

As interpreted from the upstairs window as I was riding my stationary bicycle one morning

As he was leaving,
he knew he'd miss her
so he paused
to gently kiss her.

With one chaste peck
he touched her lips
It wasn't enough
he grabbed her hips.

Their kisses deepened
their bodies connected
a need for more
was resurrected.

Not enough!
their senses cried
so the pair
went back inside.

May 8–Day Before Mother’s Day

Was your mother like Joan Crawford's Mommy Dearest?
Did she vacuum in pearls and high heels like June Cleaver?
Was her style more Mama Bear--hairy and swatting you when you needed it?
Was she a soccer mom with a minivan and elitist ideals?
Were either of you an accident of birth?
Do you worship the ground she walked on
or were you happier to walk away?

Key West is for the Birds–Poem 20

Key West is for the birds
so many different sounds are heard

Roosters crow any time of day
while pigeons coo, always on display
screeching gulls snatch fish or bacon
anything left out may be takin'
Squawking pelicans line the pier
whenever a fishing boat draws near
In the butterfly house on Duval
pink flamingos screech and call
while soft spoken doves are underfoot
 along the path they quickly scoot

Waterfowl also quack and honk
Very at home in the Republic of Conch

World Heritage Day–18 April–Poem 18

World Heritage Day

So the first (and possibly most confusing?) part of World Heritage Day is that that actually isn’t it’s a formal name. What is popularly known as World Heritage Day is actually called The International Day for Monument and Sites and was established in 1982 by the International Council for Monuments and Sites, or ICOMOS. This organization was established on the principles set forth in the Venice Charter, otherwise known as the 1964 International Charter on the Conservation and Restoration of Monuments and Sites.

The organization was founded after a need was identified to protect these valued locations, and it saw the coming together of experts from hundreds of related fields. These include architects, engineers, geographers, civil engineers, and artists and archaeologists. Each year they work to help ensure that some of the world’s most beautiful sites and important cultural monuments remain preserved for future generations.

Since it’s inception it has grown to include almost 10,000 members in over 150 countries all over the world. Of these 10,000 members over 400 are members from institutions, national committees, and international scientific committees, all working together to save important sites and identify new ones that need to be added to the watch list.

Jefferson’s love of Palladium architecture is reflected both at his estate Monticello and throughout the University of Virginia, which he also designed.

In 1987, Monticello and the University of Virginia’s Academical Village were together named a UNESCO World Heritage Site.

In 2021, the University of Virginia dedicated the UVA Memorial to Enslaved Laborers

What makes amends?
Which message sends
Enough! so that the conflict ends,

Waves of Spring–Poem 12

Every spring is the only spring, a perpetual astonishment.

~ Ellis Peters

Crocuses were the early explorers
establishing a beachhead amidst the melting snow

Daffodils sent up periscopes of leaves
before committing flower heads and blooms

Weeping willows wept tears of yellow green
flowing down long slender limbs

Grasses staggered their emergence
in scraggly patches of green and brown
Violets and vinca minor provided purple notes of color

Cherry blossoms reigned briefly before ceding 
to the rapidly advancing red-buds and dogwoods.

Tulips provided the first notes
of saturated colors.
Late bloomers competed with the early iris.

Many trees are throwing up pollen
on cars, sidewalks, ponds, and membranes.
Other trees have the bare ends of winter.

Each wave approaches, swells, explodes, and then recedes
Followed immediately by the next wave of flowering plants.