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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
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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.

Big Brother Poem | Ryan Ngala

Big Brother Poem

Edited, Recited, Typed & Written
By
Mr. Ryan Ngala
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I am Ryan Ngala,
A.k.a The Big Brother,
I got whatever It takes,
Even though I make mistakes.

I will not let that be a problem,
Cause God’s on my side,
And he will never leave me,
Nor forsake me for the rest of my life,
Till the day that I die.
So one day I can strive to the fullest,
Here on earth and in heaven.

I’m the oldest and I will become the best that I can be,
And not for someone who will tell me to do this or that,
Cause all of that junk Is a piece of garbage,
But my mom won't take that,
Not a woman of God.

She will not accept the people that talk negative about me,
She Instead rejects and rebukes it,
And it's nice to have someone who believes you're the Big brother,
She will always stand right beside me,
And tell me that I am God's child and a Big Brother.


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Saturday, May 10, 2014

Ms. Wendy Ngala Poem | Ryan Ngala

Ms. Wendy Ngala

Poem



Edited, Recited, Typed & Written
By
Mr. Ryan Ngala
Ryan Ngala's Poems™ | STN® Poetry™
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Her name is Ms. Wendy Ngala,
My favorite sister of the year,
Who's destine to become victorious,
In every area of New York City.

Who clears through the entrance,
Throughout the five boroughs in all of Harlem,
I'll always give her $5 or $10 dollars of my own money,
So she can go get herself something to eat.

Who I always put her to sleep,
In her favorite blanket,
Ms. Wendy the lovely or the most beautiful,
It's what my Mom will always called her to be,
At least that's who I even respect her even more.

Whenever it comes to her,
Helping me or even my brother Abel,
Washing my clothes every weekend at the Laundromat,
She will always comes and seek us for guidance,
In anyway that she likes.

Who is always so cranky,
But never yet so sloppy,
Who desires everything that she wants,
But at least she doesn't front.

Who has dreams to become a professional singer,
Who's always want to do better in school,
But she doesn't act like a fool,
And she will always be the best person that she's destine to become.

Who considers to be,
The best sister,
That I know her to become,
Who's destine for greatness,
In every obstacle that she takes,
To make a world a better place,
In her community for herself to live in.

This is myself reciting to her,
Sincerely Yours,
Your number One,
Big Brother,
Mr. Ryan Ngala.

Thursday, May 8, 2014

Beaten Poem | Ryan Ngala & Wendy Ngala

Beaten Poem


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


It’s was 6 am in the Morning,

When I was up sleeping,
Got up the next morning,
To see what I’m dreaming,
Pulled up my jeans.


Put on that Ralph Lauren shirt,

Rocked those Nike’s,
Then went to work,
While going there.


Two boys looked at me,

Staring me down,
From the face to the knees,
Got up and started,
Down the way.


I was heading,

Then I started to sway,
They grabbed me from behind,
Punched me in the back.


Took off my shoes,

Took off in there Cadillac,
Stood there like a fool,
Thinking way to fast.


I wasn't cool,

I was just fat,
No time for some cheating,
I've just been beaten.

Wednesday, May 7, 2014

Fireworks Poem | Ryan Ngala


Fireworks Poem 

 

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

I saw fireworks,

Bursting in all the variety of colors,
I hope that this is the night,
That things will last forever.


And maybe we'll never say never,

Fireworks light up my sky, 
When I was going to say goodnight,
I run outside and knew,
That had caught my sight.


I started to shoot the whole thing,

With the lens of my iPod touch wide open,
I love the way how it sparkle so much,
It's like I'm having a front row seat,
Waiting for the film to be rolling.

Tuesday, May 6, 2014

Back 2 School Poem | Ryan Ngala

Edited, Recited, Typed & Written
By
Mr. Ryan Ngala
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As summer ends,

And school approaches,

The sun starts to rise and shine.


So early in the morning,

Students had to get up,

And went to get dress,

To start thinking about,

A brighter future,

And a greater success.


A chance they can say to themselves,

That one day I can become a star,

As they work so hard,

One day they will go far.


To reach their goals,

And to fulfill their dreams,

With their classmates right beside them,

So they can work,

Together as a team.


Teachers came to teach,

Students came to learn,

Whether in a school or job,

As they earn themselves with a associate or a bachelor’s degree.


If they were,

To lead by example,

As they get older,

To go to college,

As they further their knowledge.


To become as young adults,

To become as greater leaders,

In seeing that one day they can and,

Will make a difference.

Monday, May 5, 2014

Sunglasses Poem | Ryan Ngala

Edited, Recited, Typed & Written
By
Mr. Ryan Ngala & Ms. Wendy Ngala
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Sunglasses,
Used To fix,
Wear them,
Those guys & chicks.

Protect your eyes,
From the sun rays,
They lie upon,
Your eyes today.

You should be rocking,
Those Jimmy chus,
You got the brand name ones,
The bad ones to.

For them guys,
Who’s feeling so wacky?,
Put on them Sunglasses,
They make you so happy.

Being Strong & Stay Positive Poem | Ryan Ngala

Edited, Recited, Typed & Written
By
Mr. Ryan Ngala & Ms. Elizabeth Ngala Mbeng
Ryan Ngala's Poems™ | STN® Poetry™
 
Be the main leader in the crowd,
Be proud of who God made you to be,
Keep your head up strong,
Stay positive, Be strong.

Treat others the way you want to be treated,
Believe in who God says you are,
Don't let people doubt you or let you down,
Stay strong.

Beautiful Poem | Ryan Ngala

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

There’s no other word,
To describe your perfection,
You dress to impress,
For all the boys
Who stare at ya.

Keep on smiling,
And posting pic’s,
Of ya bad self,
I like the way you look,
Now go strike a pose that,
you just took.

To put it as a profile,
Picture on facebook,
Dem divas haters will be hating,
Cause they ain’t styling as hard as you.

You have a passion for fashion,
In every aspect of your creativity,
Right in front of you,
You look like one of them fashion models,
Who styles on project runway,
And keep on stunning with them shades on all day long.

So keep on balling,
Keep stunting,
In any way that you like,
Go get yourself,
A Louis Vuitton, Gucci, Prada, 
Dolce & Gabbana.

And a couple of Chanel bags,
Because to me,
You’re beautiful,
Just the way you are,
On the outside.

Sunday, May 4, 2014

Occupy Wall Street Poem | Ryan Ngala

 Edited, Recited, Typed & Written
By 
Mr. Ryan Ngala
Ryan Ngala's Poems™ | STN® Poetry™
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I’ve never thought,
That this day,
Would become a reality.


When police come to the rescue,
And begin to charge the protesters,
In a brutal militaristic assault.


When the Occupy Wall Street rally,
Has finally just begun,
Many have come to chant during the march,
But it was not much fun.


As many protesters march throughout,
The town of Wall Street,
So many police officers were on the scene,
As they came to shut it down.


Not knowing of themselves,
That they were going to,
Get caught in the middle of the act,
Hurting so many businesses and families.


That it ends right here,
As violence starts to escalate,
In the middle of nowhere.


Starting to chant and scream,
When they started to raise their voices,
Screaming for no job cuts,
As the American people,
Continue to say.


So they approach,
As they continue to march,
Wow, they can do this all day and night.


They sleep in their tents,
So off they went,
To march some more,
Not just in New York.


But all over the world,
Extra, Extra, read all about it,
The entire news media,
Is covering this insane breaking news story.


But when it’s all said and done,
And the rest is history,
This will be the greatest story ever told,
And I’m so glad that this is all over.

Saturday, May 3, 2014

Mr. Barack Obama Poem | Ryan Ngala & Wendy Ngala

Mr. Barack Obama Poem


Edited, Recited, Typed & Written
By 
Mr. Ryan Ngala & Ms. Wendy Ngala
Ryan Ngala's Poems™ | STN® Poetry™ 
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It’s time right now,
Yes we can,
Change the world,
Someday somehow.

Something we can believe in,
Is what we need,
Now is reality,
We need a new seed.

Time for Equality,
Time for a change,
With Barack Obama,
Nothing is the same.

Stop the killer’s,
Help the poor,
Stop drug dealers,
Open the door.

We need to seize the day,
And to do it now,
Yes it matters now,
With Barack’s health is restored.

Lives are saved,
No more poor,
Tax are reduced,
For the poor.

Change is now,
Change is scored,
Barack Obama,
Is incredible,
Legacy Impossible.

He sets the bars for African Americans,
Votes have been tallied,
From every state,
Every City.

He has made a landing,
In all America he’s the only one standing,
There’s a different face,
In all our presidents.

He’s no disgrace,
An American resident,
We stand together,
His legend is forever hold,
For what he’s stand,
By the power of God’s word.