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Saturday, June 11, 2016

#SubwayDancers Poem | Ryan Ngala



#SubwayDancers 

Edited, Recited, Typed & Written 
By 
Mr. Ryan Ngala 
Ryan Ngala's Poems™ | STN® Poetry™ 


As I stumble upon a train, 
When I enter on an 8th Avenue local stop,
I see some upcoming dancers introducing themselves, 
As they started to perform straight to the top.


Doing tricks and flips like I've never ever seen, 
It became a social media phenomenon, 
As I scroll upon my Instagram, 
As these dancers came and show their stuff.


Many dancers were moving to the body, 
To the music that they were shaking to, 
No distraction from them other train passengers, 
Listening to the sound of wherever the music was playing from.


They Started to get warm up, 
Get ready to burn up, 
When they turn up the sound to their speakers, 
They made some room to make some clear space.


One, Two, Three all eyes are on them, 
Many of the moves that I see, 
They already practice for themselves, 
As They listen to the sound of the rhythm.


I wish that the hashtag topic #SubwayDancers will always be trending worldwide, 
As many subway dancers could also become great celebrity dancers one day, 
As for someone who will entertain young children in making sure the moves are always straight to perfection, But that they will always look forward in their right direction.




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Wednesday, June 24, 2015

How Much Do You Love Me? Poem | Ryan Ngala

How Much Do You Love Me? Poem

Edited, Recited, Typed & Written
By
Mr. Ryan Ngala
Ryan Ngala’s Poems™ | STN® Poetry™


How much do you love me,
More than I can ever know,
To put flowers on you like a crown,
As If you were sitting on the throne.

What makes you so beautiful,
Despite all the boys being so pitiful to you,
Don't let them hate or throw shades at you,
Just because you look so much beautiful even more than they do.

But is how much you love the person right next to you,
Deep inside your heart,
Right from the very start,
How to find the person you even meet in one day can even be your best friend till the very end.

Who do I love is my mother,
She will always take good care of me,
Unlike any other person that I have ever seen,
That can even be put in an iPad screen.

How much do you love your family,
All the above,
Especially for my Mom, My Sisters,
My Brother and I,
Will one day reach for the stars
oh so high. 

That's how much,
I can tell,
That makes me feel so well,
That's all I ever wanted was love and connection,
But what's love got to do with it,
When you are standing with the person right in front of you.

As you look into her very eyes,
With every single step you took,
As She says "I love you",
You love them back,
But the question is,
"How much do you really love me?",
Right back at ya.

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Friday, December 5, 2014

Getting Money | Straight Stunning | Gotta Stay Hustling: The Next HCZ Anthem Poem | Ryan Ngala

Ryan Ngala’s Poems™ & STN® Poetry™ 
Proudly Presents…
 
Getting Money | Straight Stunning | Gotta Stay Hustling: 
The Next HCZ Anthem Poem

Edited, Recited, Typed & Written
By 
Mr. Ryan Ngala & Ms. Wendy Ngala
Ryan Ngala’s Poems™ | STN® Poetry™

Verse One:

If I became the boss,
I would start my own company,
Start hiring more employees,
So we can make a lot of money.

If I became the boss,
I will make a change and a difference,
Building better schools,
And eliminating ignorance.

If I became the boss,
I would take a stand for justice,
To take care of my own community,
To make it cleaner and stop the roughness.

No more drive by’s and shoot outs,
No more gangs and guns,
Because we all share the love,
See look how far we’ve become!

Those who hate will drown,
Not in their sorrow but in our glory,
But that’s a whole another story,
We know we aren’t fronting,
And we know they aren’t getting nothing,
Because we all made it into something.

My name is Ryan Ngala, 
My rhyme is the best,
I got all these flow’s written down on my chest,
As I’m sitting on the throne,
Because I’m representing the Harlem Children’s Zone.



Verse Two:

Them fly rich girls will be stunning,
With their shades on, and their legs so long,
They are always stacking their paper,
While jamming out to their favorite song.

All my fly guys will be winning,
With their tailored suits, and african roots,
Keeping it trill, 
Cause they know God will.

My Mom doesn’t get stressed out,
My Mom will always teach me how to save up, 
Because she will always know that,
We know what’s up.

This is for all the fly ladies & the fellas,
That I represent for HCZ C.S.O, HCZ E.T.C, HCZ Human Resources,
And all of the other HCZ after school sites above us all,
Starting with the flyest students & the staff members,
Who are also here in the building as well.

We them fly HCZ hustlers,
Who will always be,
Getting to the money,
Always straight stunning,
Best believe me when I say this,
We gotta stay hustling,
You already know.

It’s a glorious morning,
In the city of New York/
People came to look for a job,
Some place they can work.

I live in the big apple,
Where there are great things in motion/
Everywhere you turn there is an opportunity waiting for you/ 
With it’s arms wide open.

Where so many celebrities,
Get a chance to meet and greet,
They get a chance to have an autograph being sign for me,
Now that’s very sweet.

Strike a pose for the picture,
It has never been more clearer, 
Painting a picture so vivid, 
As my dreams get nearer and nearer.

As I’m getting my paper,
By getting certified big checks,
Every fifth of the week/
Because Harlem Children’s Zone® Is,
Where you work and don’t sleep.

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Thursday, July 10, 2014

Mr. Abel Ngala Poem | Ryan Ngala




Ryan Ngala’s Poems™ | STN® Poetry™

Proudly Presents

Mr. Abel Ngala
Poem

Edited, Recited, Typed & Written
By 
Mr. Ryan Ngala
Ryan Ngala's Poems™ | STN® Poetry™

My brother is one of the coolest person,
That I consider him to become as my number one helper,
Who will always want to work hard,
And maybe one day he's going to go far.

And will always want to do better in school,
Not to stare into space,
Acting like a fool,
Unlike he use to.

My Mom will always pushed him,
To tried his very hardest to succeed,
As he always goes to class,
And be on time just to learn & read.

Whatever obstacle or path he choose,
At least he ain't got nothing else to lose,
At least we are the ones who's going to become far,
Because he shines just like the brightest star.

He is always so active,
And who always considers to play basketball,
With his school buddies,
But also decides to follow his own footsteps,
In any obstacle that he choose from now on.


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Saturday, June 21, 2014

2 Many People Poem | Ryan Ngala


Edited, Recited, Typed & Written
By
Mr. Ryan Ngala
Ryan Ngala's Poems™ | STN® Poetry™

I See Many People,
On the bus,
As it gets too crowded,
Who wants to excuse you?

Or you are just trying to get pass,
Like there’s no way out of here,
As you walk out of that door,
It’s like if some people,
Just don’t even hear you anymore.

Friday, May 16, 2014

Mr. Geoffrey Canada (HCZ's Very Own) Poem | Ryan Ngala

Mr. Geoffrey Canada (HCZ's Very Own)



Edited, Recited, Typed & Written
By
Mr. Ryan Ngala
Ryan Ngala's Poems™ | STN® Poetry™
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He's one of the best,

Independent and greatest,

Harlem Children's Zone's very own after school president,

That I ever met.


Who considers to become,

One of the best role models,

In the entire planet,

As his goal was to take young smart, talented & educated adults and kids,

From the streets of New York City.


In one day make a change,

And a difference,

So they can all make it to go to college,

Just to gain more knowledge.


At his press conference earlier recently,

He announced his resignation,

To stepped down as CEO of the company,

So that Ms. Anne Williams - Isom could takeover his position later this summer,

But at least he won't be gone forever.


Alongside with Mr. George Khaldun,

His business partner,

A well known founder of the Harlem Children's Zone program,

For his future and brighter success.


He will always comes to work,

With his suit and tie on,

Because he will always,

Dress to impress.


His dream and his vision,

To impact the entire world,

To let every young voice be heard,

From across the entire globe.


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Punch Poem | Ryan Ngala

Edited, Recited, Typed & Written
By 
Mr. Ryan Ngala
Ryan Ngala's Poems™ | STN® Poetry™

I'am a lonely boy,
Back when I was in high school,
When bullies punch me,
Some people,
Think I'am stupid.

Some people,
Think I'm dumb,
They will otherwise,
Start a fight,
Make a riot.

Then wanting,
To talk some,
Bulls**t behind their back,
And I sure as hell,
Don't want that.