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When I was 10

When I was ten so way back when

My life was very much different

It was matchbox cars and army forts

Skinned up knees ‘neath cut off shorts

Bright summer fun, gray winters glee

Snowfall and football, shimming up a tree

Toasty warm fire on cold winters eve

Raking and diving into falls Amber leaves

Running through back yards

climbing over fences

Fighting off the enemy from the ditches

That we called trenches

Zooming by on my Spider bike

Close behind Joe, Ray and Mike

Chasing after shadows,

The wispy trail of fantasies

Or running from a monster

Whose spreading a disease

School was there too but

We paid it little attention

It was just one of those things

that did not get much mention

When daydreams were reality

And grownups could not see

The ‘real’ things that surrounded us

They said it couldn’t be but kids know better

Oh what feelings these memories do bring me

They take me back to a place so long ago

For so many years these memories escaped me

Now it seems I’m stuck back there

So way back when I was just ten

And my life was very much different…………..



deeper still the memories do slide

back to tears so long ago cried

pain and fear that I hoped I had hid

comes pouring out from within the kid I was

When I was ten so way back when

My life was very much different

I heard angry words, saw tantrums and fits

Viciousness shattered my tiny heart into bits

There were spiteful glares and hateful looks

I so often ran and hid in my books

ridicule, teasing, slander and so much more

unspeakable acts on the other side of the door

At the top of the stairs I heard things said

That made me so sad that I wished I were dead

So way back when I was ten

And my life was very much different

She told me you loved me but how could that be?

Considering all the evil things you did to me

You took immense pleasure in hurting me

I’m really very sorry that I have been so bad

You know I tried EVERYTHING to make you glad!

Grumbling, gripping,yelling and fussing

Raging,smashing, hurting me and cussing

Glaring hot, angry, hateful vicious eyes

Looking, piercing, scaring me, Why, Why, Why???

Why did you put that shame on my face?

Why do I feel like such a disgrace?

Why did you act so disgustingly with me

when I was so very young?

Why did you always lash out at me

with such an abusive tongue?

Why did you always strike out at me

with such an abusive hand?

Why did you always hate me

so way back when I was ten?

Why did you like misusing and mishandling me

so much, way back when I was only ten?



image by asa (bike pic is a 1970 Schwinn from an add, I had this bike only Starburst )


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……and at an even earlier point on memory lane……

………………inspired by the good old days………………….


home alone

stoned to the bone

picked up the phone

called my friend

and told him to send

himself right over

mom and dad

are gone all day

when the cats away

the mice will play

so roll on over

and roll one up

I’ll fill you cup

with good old lager

that is sure to

make you stagger

so bottoms up

drain yur cup

c’mon man tilt it up

dude 2112 what a Rush

how bout Top

and a little Tush

I love that song

turn it up

eyes so red

spinnin head

hey get the bong

let’s fire it up

ice cold beer

drink another cup

bubbly icy

smokin high

man my mouth

is really dry

Mcnuggets and fries

give me a coke

I need one now

this is no joke

hey now

don’t you grin or

we’ll start laughin

again and never

get our order in

munchies all fixed

it’s time to fly

what to do now?

Hey I know!

Lets get high!


Stoned To The Bone

images by asa

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It was a house of excitement and we were up early, before sunrise, before the alarm even. We were ready to go. It was a day of excitement for Deb and I as we prepared for our grand getaway. The sun was rising on a beautiful late summers morn as Deb’s parents arrived for their turn to stay with Ryan and Amber during our much needed 3 day 2 night break.

We kissed and hugged the sleepy toddlers and got out the door without too much fuss, leaving the grandparents to assure them of our speedy return and of all the fun they would have while we were gone. I guess it all worked out well, but we were on our way and we let the grandparents handle that one. Being young with small children could be hard at times and we were ready to get away for a break for a couple of days.

I looked over at her and squeezed her hand. “Can you believe we are finally going?” I ask.

“No”, she replied,as our eyes met for a moment. Her gaze told me all I needed to know. I was more excited about being alone with her than anything else, but we were kids for the moment and we were heading for Busch Gardens and were ready to ride all of the rides and have a blast. Music that used to not be oldies was playing on the radio and we were in love. It was our moment to shine and as we arrived at the park we noticed that there were not a lot of cars at all.

“Looks like this is our day,” she bubbled, as we moved through the gates and into the park. “Lets hurry before more people get here.”

The aroma of food and the old country’s canned music wafted around us like old friends as we stepped into the surreal atmosphere of the park. Please check your life at the gate flashed like an invisible sign as we were immersed in the enchanted world of make believe. You are now entering the fun zone where you must ride and drink and eat to you hearts delight. I was ready for fun but she was my delight. We took the sky-lift over to the Loch Ness Monster. On the way we took advantage of our stolen moment alone for a kiss or two. All I can say is that we used to love to ride the sky lift, (my favorite ride back then,)especially at night. Nothing like being young and in love.

The first half of the day went by in a whirlwind of rides whisking and screams turned into laughter. We hugged and held hands as we went from ride to ride.

“Look honey,” I said,” there is hardly any one here,  lets ride the sky-lift again.”

“No silly,” she giggled, slapping me on the arm lightly. “There will be time for that later, there is stuff to do right now.”

“OK,” I replied, pretending to be downcast, “what shall we do next?” I grab her and hug her, and spin her around.

“Quit,” she replies,feigning me off, there are people around.

“Yeah but not many,” I quipped, “we have the place to ourselves, we can do anything we want.”

“Like ride more rides,” she answered, grabbing my hand and pulling me along. “Now lets get going, mister.”

So we rode and bantered and played like we were our little children until we were famished. We searched out a desirable shady place for lunch and relaxed together basking in the freedom of the day. Babies at the park are fun but they do not allow for the fun we were having on this particular day. During lunch we found a pay phone and called home to check on our beautiful angels. (no cell phones back then) The children were never far from our minds. We love them so much, they were our life. They were fine but wanted to know when we will be home. We were freed from the phone with out too much hassle, but little ones never want to let you go. Our duty done, we turned back to fun.

“Where now?” I asked.

“I don’t know, she answered with a big grin, “ How about a show and then we can ride the bumper cars and I will show you how to drive.” She will too, she thinks she is a race car driver.

The show went largely unnoticed but resting together in the AC side by side felt so good. We were hot and tired and full of lunch and ready for a moment of inactivity. Soon the show was over and we headed out into the summer evening for some more adventure. Now we were more low key and when we arrived at the bumper cars we found that we were the only ones riding at that moment. We had the whole bumper car arena to ourselves.

“I’ll get you now,” she shouted with glee, as the electricity zapped into the cars and they came to life.

“Oh no you don’t,” and I was off. She chased me down and cornered me and crashed me into the wall. “ Ha, ha, got you that time.” she laughed, and was off, now I was chasing her. Which is usually the way it is. We rode and crashed and laughed and fell deeper in love. That bumper car ride was the turning point that led to a wonderful night of romance.

The operator winked and let us ride longer. We were winded and flushed with excitement when we left the bumper cars. Arm in arm we glided through the darkening park as our mood shifted with the atmosphere. We stole a lingering kiss at every dark corner as we changed from our playful childish selves to our sultry adult selves. The electricity was in the air and we could feel it all around us like magic. We were hungry, but not for food and our attention was turned towards each other now. We were glowing and the aura was surrounding the both of us as if we were one. It was amazing at the transformation that took place as we continued on our journey.

“Lets play games now,” she asked, almost pleading, “you have to win me something.”

“But you have me,” I responded, acting dejected.

“Oh and I’m going to keep you too, but that’s not getting you out of winning something for me. A prize now for a prize later.” she smiled seductively and I was hooked. Love was dripping off of us liked invisible rain droplets. I was in a daze, and the rest of the night was a haze of thrills and moments of delicious young passion that was off the hook.

Coins flew and rings tossed, balloons popped and the carnivals droning MCs drove us on and……..ding, ding, ding…..bells went off and sirens wailed…….”what….did we win?”

“You sure did,” the over zealous attendant shouted above cacophony of carnival machines and music. He proceeded to pull down a huge stuffed dog and I realized that I was going to have to carry this fellow around with me for the rest of the night, which thankfully was getting shorter. I was ready for some other excitement now. I had a prize to play with all right and it was not the big stuffed puppy that I was now carrying around like an overgrown baby.

We decided to make the water ride our last stop and the attendants there graciously tended our baby while we got soaked. We were breathless and drenched when we reached the bottom but we loved it. The log ride was what we needed to complete the day. The fire was lit.

Chilly and snuggled together with our new found friend which we knew the kids would love, along with other prizes procured for them during the day, we proceeded back to the sky-lift and one last ride that would take us to the entrance and ultimately to our motel room.

“I love you so much,” I said, holding her in my arms and kissing her as the lift descended to the station. She answered my love with hers and we held each other close in anticipation. For the day was ending but the night of love was just beginning. We were young parents in love.


Our romantic get aways have been far and few between over the years. Kids have been our way of life since before we were married and this is the first time in 28 years that we do not have someone to tend to. Our youngest is 13 and she is looking forward to young womanhood now. The other kids are out on their own. Ryan is in heaven and we have no grand kids yet. Once upon a time I expected that by now we would have many, so I am very sad about that, but I wait and dream with anticipation until that day arrives.

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Memory Lane

Walk with me now

down Memory Lane

To places where we’ve

lived and loved before

All of these wonderful

times of the past

Are right outside

backwards reflection’s

ever open door

A cottage by the ocean

A room up in the sky

A bitter cold snowy day

in the mountains

All still there, deep

in my minds eye

Destinations reservations

all for extra special times

Where the grass

is always greener and

The sky is always bluer

And I am always

in love with you

Here on Memory Lane

the best of times

never lie for here

time stands still

forever and we

shall never die.


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No Despair

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No dark force could

Overcome this


Exquisite experience so

Subliminally intoxicating that it’s

Practically heaven and beyond

Arriving full blown on earth

In an amazingly stupendous

Reverse osmosis of emotion.


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Deborah and I after 25 years of marriage.  We went out to eat and then went to Muddy Waters and got a cup of coffee and walked along the boardwalk by the Pasquotank River and enjoyed the pleasant breeze.  It was cool and no humidity for a change, what a relief.  It was a perfect evening for our time together.  We sat on the bench and took some pictures of ourselves and it reminded me of when we were young, only back then we had to go in one of those photo booths.  Now it is digital cameras and cell phones. We talked and laughed and were silent together too.   It was so good to be together and enjoy such a special low key moment. I love her so!  When we were sitting on the deck on the river a young couple were there also.  It reminded me of years gone by when Deb and I used go walking on the boardwalk on the Elizabeth River in Norfolk. Time keeps rolling on and we keep sticking together.  I am so thankful to have Deborah in my life.  She is my bestest friend and most wonderful lover.  We have been through a lot these past  25 years and we still love each other and are excited about spending the rest of our lives together.  It has been a great anniversary day together and now we are alone for the night.  Yee-Haw!! Sorry no more pictures.  But it ain’t over yet!!!


images by asa

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♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥JULY 27, 1985♥♥♥♥♥♥♥JULY 27 2010♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥happy-25th-anniversary


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alan and deborah andersen july 27 1985






alan and deborah 25th anniversary

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To my precious adorable bride of 25 years!

 My Lovely Deborah

Oh how I love you

and how I adore you

how sweetly I dream of you

all the day long

my heart dances

and lightly flutters

as I reflect on times

spent alone with you

your love is like the fragrant explosion

of a billion roses blooming

in springs misty morn

my love for you each day unfolds

like the petals of the morning glory

dripping with springs essence

in the early morning dew

I long to passionately drink

from the fountain

of your tender loveliness

and get drunk from

the wine of your urgent embrace

I anticipate the taste

of the delicate morsels

of the fruit of your enraptured love

as I dream this sensuous dream of you

Oh beauty of beauties

lover of all lovers

my dear sweet angel

your silken hair

the fairness of your flesh

the soft gentle touch

of your flesh caressing

beneath my fingers

makes my heart throb

and takes my breath away

I could never live

without your tantalizing passions

meet me in the garden of romance

and we will blend together

as the wind in the willows

we will flow together

as the water brooks

cascadeing upon the rocks

let us mount up on wings as eagles

and soar up to the heights

and recline on the clouds of extasy

your delicate lips and smooth body

are a field of the rarest treasures

worth more than

all of the treasures on earth

each day I will love you more and more

until the day that we are

called to come home

I love you my exotic, thrilling beauty

my wonderful wife, me heart

I would marry you infinity;

I love you so much that it hurts

and brings tears to my eyes

All of the words

in all of the languages

of the entire universe

could never tell the tale

of the love I have for you

my forever honey.

Your passionate lover

and loyal friend. ilvubff!!


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One Chance

Here are some pics of Deb, (and us and our kids as babies at the very bottom.)  Also a couple of poems to celebrate my finding Deborah.  One was written in 1987 and the other one recently to celebrate my honey and our upcoming 25th silver anniversary.  I have been blessed, I am thankful and I want to share.  Life has been hard but having Deb has made it a lot better.  I love her and look forward to many more years with her.  Please enjoy.

Deb Young 2

I waited all of my life

For one small chance

To find a woman like you

Though many men search

Those who find are few

Not many men

Are as blessed as I

Your radiant beauty

Is through and through

You are as rare as

The finest of jewels

A woman whose love

Is as sweet as honey

You are as fine

As the fairest of maidens

Though we all have our faults

And selfish hungry hearts

True love looks past this

To the honest inner acceptance

which you have given me

I thank you honey for loving me

and for making all of my

dreams come true

I love you and I thank

God for you!!




Deb Older

I’ve lived over half of my life

So glad for the chance

To Find a woman like you

Though many men search

Those who find are few

I am one  among many,

And blessed am I

Your radiant beauty

Is through and through

You are rarer than

The finest of jewels

A woman whose love

Is sweeter than honey

Though I am the one at fault

and have a selfish, hungry heart

Your true love overlooks this

and gazes into my deep inner self

True devotion is what

You have given me

Thank you honey for your love

and for making

my dreams come true.

I love you and I

thank God for you.



Us and our kids as babies.

Us and Kids



images by asa

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My honey and I in the 80s

My honey and I playing in the snow in Va Beach in the 80s, we were not long married here and now it will be 25 years in a few days.  Wow!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


  My BFF!!!!

There are rare friends

who come into our lives

with love for us

that shines brighter

than the sun, when life

gets tough they never run

they are the ones whose

feelings run so deep and

unconditional that they

never change

this love and friendship

grows stronger in age

and is finer

than the finest wine!

You my honey

are that fine sweet wine

that makes my face shine

you fill my heart with gladness

for I know that as long

as you are near me

a true friend shall

always be by my side

none better will I find!

So thank you dear friend

for being so true

and for bearing the pain

of loving me so much.

You are my ♥best friend!♥

and forever ♥♥♥lover!♥♥♥


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