I Am a Man as I Should Be: Poetry

By Ronald Bunch

Ron loves the art of poetry. He studied and learned many types of verse and it shows in this poem book. It contains a memorable list of poems.

If you like poetry, then you're sure to love this book. Whether you are a novice or advanced in the art, you can learn alot from this book and how it relates to Christianity and the many different subjects and forms you can write poetry with.

I was inspired by sharing these verses.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ronald Bunch
• Release date: Apr 17, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005744960

Ronald Bunch

Ronald Bunch is a dedicated and passionate writer with a deep love for the art of poetry, science fiction, and fantasy. His commitment to his Catholic faith and his work is inspiring.His interests include writing, reading, social media, weight lifting, and riding an exercise bike. He enjoys reading a wide range of genres, including poetry, fantasy, science fiction, Catholic books, writer/author biographies, writing tips, self-help, and fiction.Ronald’s life and work are deeply influenced by his religion, his love for writing, and his dedication to his craft. His journey as a self-published author who writes six days a week, copywrites, drafts, edits, and advertises his own work is commendable. His personal life, including his volunteer work at Kids Food Basket, his devotion to God, and his love for pizza and cats, adds a unique touch to his identity as a writer. His upbringing in Catholic schools and his birthplace, Grand Rapids, Michigan, USA, in 1982, have also shaped who he is today.

Book preview

Chapter 1

Love Lives to Tell Another Story

Rain to muddy puddles.

Love to murky troubles.

I find my way

On a rainy day.

A play all wet,

I’m very upset.

No glee under a tree.

To wait until not wet.

I sigh as the leaves dry,

My clothes are soaking  wet.

I try not to fret,

I place my new clothes in a set,

My old I threw in a backpack,

It's caught in a net.

Now I’m clean and dry.

My shoes I tie.

I rest until the rains die.

Now I have a new play to write.

Inky smears.

I sigh at the tears,

To all of my fears,

To the ones I love,

Even to die,

I write this new play

Titled: The Rain Killed It

But Love Lives to Tell Another Story,

And evenly I cry.

I Cry Hallelujah!

I love.

I live.

I pray.

My feelings fly.

My heart cries.

My tears are of joy,

I plead on one knee.

To God I worship,

I fall to both knees.

To the Son I worship,

I bow forward.

To the Holy Spirit I worship,

I have joy.

My fingers spread,

I reach over my head,

I have love.

My lungs reach over my bed,

I cry hallelujah!

Up Came a Tiger

Over the prairie,

The dew freezes,

The rain settles.

Under the woods

Animals eat berries.

The shelter is snowy and deep.

I laid  a trap.

I’m cold up to my neck,

Chilly weather to trek.

I stepped and crept.

Zero degrees.

A hero to freeze.

I caught a deer,

I did sneeze.

I caught a cold,

I did fear to be old.

Up came a tiger

Who scared my deer.

I fought back

So near.

I shot the tiger

To brace and stagger.

I was bit once.

I bled an ounce.

The tiger did pounce.

A grizzly bear came

In the clear.

The tiger saved me

From a tear.

A joyful expression,

I was the exception.

Holiday Satisfaction

Jolly and ever present.

To smile and consent.

A pine tree scent.

To reach for a present.

A carol in an English  accent.

A sled to sleigh.

More food to be fed.

I was full and went to bed.

Dancing Christmas Tree Rows

Dancing down a narrow path,

A shaft.

To create,

To laugh,

To shout for joy,

To swing your arms

To the left

and to the right.

To not mock others

Of a smaller height,

And not those in plight,

But to dance

A dance

That makes everything alright.

To be in sight

Without fright.

To dance all the way

Through the night.

Head to toes

And Ears to nose.

I danced down

The cathedral rows.

I danced with those

Who dance for clothes.

To the homeless

I offer a dance

And a loving glance,

To feed those

Who needs clothes?

I offer them charity

Under dancing Christmas tree rows.

To Meet My Ending

A river bending

To meet my ending.

If I was laid to rest

Where the murky one's infest,

What would I say to my flesh

If I was floating in the waters of rest?

Where to me

The sailors see

A sinking measure,

A zestful treasure

In the sea.

A smoking debris.

A crackling fire

Smelting and welting.

My soul would depart

From the river

To the sky.

To heaven I fly.

I may cry

To meet my flesh,

Saying bye.

I would blossom and flower

Like a tree tower.

Newly born

From the seed

Of my flesh adorn.

We Taste What Spews Forth

The sky.

Trembling fault lines.

Open doors.

A melody of sores,

Some rotten,

Some forgotten.

Someone with the begotten Son.

Out spews lava.

Out shakes plates.

Out spews volcanic flakes.

The core spews forth.

What we taste

Is what we're worth.

Will we be glitter

Or be bitter?

Will we taste butter

Or what makes us shudder?

The fault line shakes

Volcanic breaks.

A fit is lit.

Don't sit

In a volcanic pit.

The house shakes,

The people run,

The injured cry.

The gates of heaven sigh.

Don't be a victim

Like a canceled sitcom,

But rise above the rest,

Overcome the test.

What comes out of us

Will be clear

When a calamity

Comes to rout us out

Is near.

We will cry Jesus is Lord

And every knee

Will fall.

Chapter 2

Steamy and Dreamy

Out cropping the heavens

A dew from a hot spring beckons.

Steamy and dreamy.

Winter weather.

Floating like a feather.

I think of the plants that grow nearby.

I row my boat,

A steamy float.

I see a vine near me,

I wonder what fruit it will give me.

My dreams a float near the moat.

My life has a way to sway

No matter what I say

My life will drift

One way or