The Amusement Park


The butterfly soars way over our heads

It has no intention of ever reaching the stars

Or of becoming one


The earthworm digs deep under our feet

It knows better than to think, that someday

it might just reach the center

and find itself


Man amuses himself with challenges

due to circumstances

then he experiments


God experiments with Man

and challenges His amusements

regardless of the circumstances



26 thoughts on “The Amusement Park

  1. God has a carrot for a detective
    Man makes an ass of himself

    In depth we do part….

    Hey K, I need a feed…log a blog or sumpin.

  2. In the shallows
    the fish bite your ass.
    Part one, part two,
    but God forbid part three.

    Ed, I’m glad you said
    sumpin. I don’t blog
    my log, sorry. Carrot?
    Fit’s man perfectly.

  3. Amazing, congratulations, you really excel yourself, through the text I can see how you are feeling inside, what state your mind is. I like it because it is not a light poem, neither a happy one, nevertheless it does not express anger/hate (which is the easiest path in life).
    Beautiful description of life.

  4. Thank you, Mariana.

    Fyi, I wrote that on April 9, 2003.
    But your right. I had that same old feeling again,
    so up she went. Took like 5 minutes. I like that. Needed it, perhaps.

    One of these days, I’ll learn to take my own advice.
    Albeit, with a grain or two of salt. I was younger then. πŸ˜‰

  5. Concerning personal amusement:

    In this weird-ass life of mine,
    every so often,
    without me asking for it,
    memories will bring back an old song

    as if someone in my head
    knows what I need to hear and,
    somehow, keeps coming up
    with something appropriate

    Yesterday, it was “Levon”
    by Sir Elton John
    Jesus wants to go to Venus ~

  6. Thanks for pointing out the video link that’s no longer working!
    Search engines don’t like to come across errors like that.

    “From the vault,” as they say. I like reading these old ones
    once in awhile. And the comments. I have a carrot to answer to now.

    Monday morning laughter? LoL We went to 9 hour days this week.
    So I get up at 4:15. Do you laugh that early? πŸ˜‰

  7. Super-Carrot-Man to the rescue! Top dog takes top Spot!

    “God has a carrot for a detective
    Man makes an ass of himself
    In depth we do part…. ”

    The price of “depth charges” have gone up!
    Just like every other vegetative state,
    Ukraine is not pleased with Russia’s scythe.

    Chop! Chop! πŸ˜‰ Chow down.

  8. Not generally UT…that is pretty early. I always hear about that time being the most creative time…not so sure. If I see that hour it is probably because I gave been up all night…no…not partying…those days are.long gone!! Most likely insomnia πŸ™‚ Glad I pointed out the bad video link…I think!
    Will everyday be a 4:15 wake up call? If so…you better go to bed! πŸ™‚

  9. Oh, heck. I’ll get to bed by 9, or so. Catch up with a nap
    on the weekend, if needed. I do celebrate, but rarely party. πŸ˜‰
    Have a good night, girl! Peace and luvz, Keith

  10. There is a shortage of carrots in Ukraine, so I believe, Unc….very rocky earth. Well chewed carrot is so vital to the eye. It was actually the carrot juice in Jesus’ spittle that clarified the mud and cured the blind man. Meanwhile, Putin, the great chessmaster plays, on through the night and the carrots duck. There’s a quack where the light comes in. Oh yes, Putin has a keen eye and a keen edge, and a reverence, for the early riser. Odin comes in and waves……grim entit πŸ˜‰

  11. Odin waves a power surge! Subway train alarm hits the brakes.
    Train derails in tunnel — 275 feet deep.
    10 Russians mortally wounded, 50 more in critical condition.

    I read you, Ed. Gulp! Kelp grew green eyes in salty sea. Yes?

  12. Then Sir Butterfly already knows he has a star within.
    Those who don’t know, still wish to be a star without
    burning up everything close them, like their groupies. πŸ˜‰

  13. Inherent is the knowing that the Fee is nix
    Sometimes in the burning we learn new tricks
    Rising on the thermals of our winter underwear
    Suddenly as butterflies we birdies don’t care πŸ˜‰

  14. Perhaps this should be the first line of a graduation speech:

    The earthworm digs deep under our feet

    It knows better than to think, that someday

    it might just reach the center

    and find itself

    But then you won’t be invited back.

  15. I never thought of that, George. πŸ™‚ Good thing I’ve never been asked.
    Fyi, when I was 14, I was a State runner-up in the yearly oratory contest
    sponsored by The Optimist Club. That does make me qualified to preach, eh?

    Have a great weekend! Cheerz from the lowdown dirty-rooted tree, UT

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