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The Next King Of Poetry Poem | Ryan Ngala

The Next King Of Poetry  Poem
Edited, Recited, Typed & Written By 
Mr. Ryan Ngala Ryan Ngala's Poems™ | STN® Poetry™ RyanNgalasPoemsOfficial.Blogspot.com | STNPoetryOfficial.Blogspot.com
I write to recite, That is my blog motto, All I really need, Is a pencil and something to write with.
And watch how my, Rhymes flow so fluently, I got so many thoughts, Jotted down in my brain.
I have all my social media fans, Right beside me, As I start to write each different subject, To become my number one favorite poem in the whole wide world.
Ryan the best writer, My sister Wendy the best editor, If I had a poetry book, It will become the number one, New York Times Best seller.

I Don't Have, To Hate On 'Em Fly Rich Girls Poem | Ryan Ngala

Edited, Recited, Typed & Written  By 
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It was back then,
When I was still,
In A. Philip Randolph Campus High School,
All the girls look so fresh to death.


Because they dress,
So professional,
The type of chick,
That everybody,
Wanna be their ride or die for,
Or wanna holler at them.


But It was at that point,
On my mind,
What I can do,
To make a chick.


Want to impress,
A fly cool dude like me,
So I started,
Wanting To write some poetry.


Started to sing like Floetry,
And In at any moment or an hour later,
All the fly ladies and the fellas,
From Harlem Children's Zone's College Success Office & Employment & Technology Center,
Started to watch,
My poem performance,
Only exclusively On YouTube.com/RyanNgalasPoems.


It was back then,
They notice how talented,
I really was,
From the very beginning.


Dem fly rich girls,
Who'll be on the cover,
Of the New York Times,
Or Vogue Magazine…

What Makes Them Girls So Beautiful? (What Is It?!!!) Poem | Ryan Ngala

What Makes Them Girls So Beautiful? 
(What Is It?!!!)  Poem
Poem 
By 
Mr. Ryan Ngala

Edited, Recited, Typed & Written 
By 
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Is it by the way they walk, Or by the way they talk dirty, To dem boys, As they flirt on 'Em, Having them listening to their favorite jam song of the day, Courtesy of R. Kelly.
What Is It?, Is it by the way they, Whip their hair, Back and Forth Courtesy of Willow, Just to show 'em how, Much their really worth.
And let 'em know who, The baddest boss there is, These chicks will be, So flossy.
So stylish, So cute, And all so very pretty, Destine to be victorious, In every area of New York City.
What Is It?, Is it by the way, Dem lip gloss will be popping, As they step on to the scene, Looking so fresh as hell, As they step into the movie screen.

Graduation Poem | Ryan Ngala

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Edited, Recited, Typed & Written  By 
Ms. Diana Cruz, Mr. Ryan Ngala & Ms. Wendy Ngala Ryan Ngala's Poems™ | STN® Poetry™ RyanNgalasPoemsOfficial.Blogspot.com | STNPoetryOfficial.Blogspot.com
It’s a glorious morning, And a special event, Students looking their best, As if heaven sent.
They start their goodbyes, As well as their hello’s, To the past and the present, As their future's unroll.
They’re awarded with, Smiles and cheers, 
Out of control, The previous year’s memories, Bring the tears that start to roll.
The tears you said, 
You wouldn't cry, When you got to this moment, But with all the joy it brings, You just have to own it.
Despite all the haters, Who said you couldn't do it, You didn't get mad but said, You would just have to prove it.
You look out and see the ones you care for, By your side, 
Proud of what you’ve accomplished, It was always inside.
Your God given talent, Found it's way to shine through, It was with the help of God, And the power invested in you.
You never ga…

My Father (Rest In Peace) Poem | Ryan Ngala & Florence Ngala

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My Father (Rest In Peace) Poem | Ryan Ngala & Florence Ngala
Edited, Recited, Typed & Written By 
Mr. Ryan Ngala & Ms. Florence Ngala
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My Father,
He Is Dead,

Make sure he is rest in peace in heaven.


For all the great things that he has done,
I never knew in my life,
That he'd be gone forever.


He was a hard worker,
He was always a leader,
How much my mother really misses him.


He was the greatest dad I ever had,
And now I'm really sad,
We have lost him.

He will always keepus in touch, I'll always love him, Deep inside my heart.

Surprise Poem | Ryan Ngala

Surprise Poem
Edited, Recited, Typed & Written By 
Mr. Ryan Ngala Ryan Ngala’s Poems™ | STN® Poetry™
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When I was up on the 5th floor, Waiting to use the bathroom @ C.S.O, I heard the door, Started to open once more.

I saw Ms. Christa Miller, Wanting to step out, That’s when she started, To get jumping and hollering out, “Oh Sh*t!!!”.

Her heart went beating at, A faster pace, As if she had just saw a ghost.

Wanting to come and apologize, But it was no worries for her, It was at that point on my mind, I just sit back and thought to myself.

And started to realize,
She all acted,
So surprise to come and see me,
And that's no lie.

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Auntie Elizabeth (Guess Who's Here?!!!) Poem | Ryan Ngala

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By 
Mr. Ryan Ngala
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She arrive on the plane,
As she lives in West Africa,
She is coming to America,
And picking herself up to the airport.


When I just got on the bus on a 20 minute drive,
When I just got my keys,
To open the house,
When my little brother Abel said,
“Guess who’s here?!!!”.


And when someone else,
Was walking up the stairs,
She was looking right in front of me,
And that’s when I first started to realize,
She saw me in my biggest surprise,

And that’s when I started to scream in my loudest voice ever.

Who's That Chick On Facebook? Poem | Ryan Ngala

Edited, Recited, Typed & Written  By  Mr. Ryan Ngala Ryan Ngala's Poems™ | STN® Poetry™ RyanNgalasPoemsOfficial.Blogspot.com | STNPoetryOfficial.Blogspot.com
Who’s that chick?, I took a look at, With my very own eyes, When many of her pictures, Gets commented on her facebook page.
She sends a message, To every guys’ facebook profile, With her pretty face, pretty lips, and nice thighs, That just got me hypnotize.
Not knowing where I can ever see her once again, She might see herself, Posing for the camera, Looking so clueless.
I should be commenting on your pix Naming you one of the “Prettiest chick” Even though she's a bad B*tch.

If I Was The King Of The World Poem | Ryan Ngala & Wendy Ngala

If I Was The King Of The World Poem
Edited, Recited, Typed & Written By 
Mr. Ryan Ngala & Ms. Wendy Ngala Ryan Ngala's Poems™ | Ryan Ngala's Poems™ Entertainment
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If I Was The King Of The World,
I would save it,
Let every voice be heard,
Without having to say a word.




Lift a finger and there was peace,  International from here, To the middle east, And whenever they say speak.

I don't say a peep,
Just listen to their concerns,
And wait for my turn,
To say it's okay,
And that God will make a way.




No matter what it takes,
I will make the world a better place,
That brings happiness and love,
Just like the one above.




I know you worry,
If someone like me,
Has the potential,
But don't judge a book by it's cover.




Cause under this blubber,
Is another,
Who is stronger and rings,
That he is a king.




So that we can all make a difference,
So that we can be air live on,
So many television stations,
Jus…

The Fat Cat Poem | Ryan Ngala

The Fat Cat PoemEdited, Recited, Typed & Written By 
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The fat cat,
Sat on the mat,
Hitting a mouse,
With a baseball bat.

All while sitting on his hat,
Trying to catch a rat,
Running & saying that stupid brat,
Who was just sitting on his fat hat.

Ms. Nia Dawson: HCZ's E.T.C's Program Director Poem | Ryan Ngala

Ms. Nia Dawson:  HCZ's E.T.C's Program Director  Poem
Edited, Recited, Typed & Written  By  Mr. Ryan Ngala Ryan Ngala's Poems™ | STN® Poetry™ RyanNgalasPoemsOfficial.Blogspot.com | STNPoetryOfficial.Blogspot.com
She's one of the best independent and nicest chicks,
Who I always want to come to knock on her office door,
Putting on a big smile on her face,
As If I have a lost for words to say to her.

Telling her how my day was,
And all of the good times I had to celebrate,
On my brother's big birthday,
Who just turn 14th years old to date.

Traveling to go to HCZ® E.T.C everyday,
Always brighten up her day,
Making all the students and staff advisors wanna holler at her name,
She Is... Ms. Nia Dawson.

It's Hard To Say Goodbye Poem | Ryan Ngala

It's Hard To Say Goodbye Poem  Edited, Recited, Typed & Written By 
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It’s hard to say goodbye,
To all the friends that you love,
They live around the world,
Like even Africa or America as well.


I hope to see them soon,
So our friendship continues to bloom,
I hope you’ll stay in touch in tune.


In my heart theirs always room,
I could even begin to start to cry,
Because It’s so hard to say goodbye.

Ms. Diana Cruz (Harlem Children's Zone's C.S.O’s Former Staff Advisor) Poem | Ryan Ngala

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This starts off with a good story,
With a former HCZ C.S.O staff advisor,
Who considers to become one of the best independent woman,
That I ever met.

Who doesn't consider not given up on each students dreams and goals,
In hopes to pursue a better future,
When she first laid eyes on me,
I knew that she wanted to help me.

Finding a good job and making good money,
For which I see her in my neighborhood,
So we start making a conversation,
Telling her where I was going.

I never consider meeting a woman,
Who was so kind and generous to me,
I asked here what her age was,
She said "I'm forty-three".

I met her in the office,
She saw my performance at the talent show,
That Ms. Angelique Figueroa video taped, And shown to her on her iPhone.

She saw that I had an amazing voice,
When I started to sing,
"This Christma…

Auntie Doreen Poem | Ryan Ngala

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Auntie Doreen Poem By
Mr. Ryan Ngala
Edited, Recited, Typed & Written  By
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God has created a beautiful woman,
That he has made,
So she can be human in his name,
She has a loving and caring heart.

Right from the start that,
It'll be staying,
In her special body,
Living in her own special house,
Because she's making,
So much money.

She is a hard worker,
Who's living longer,
That she'll always remains stronger,
As she is leaving in her place in Jalingo, Nigeria.

To be arriving and visiting us here in America,
All Day,
Can you guess her name?,
For who she really is.

The answer is here,
On a piece of paper,
And a picture of her beautiful smile,
That's person name is Auntie Doreen.

My Mother Raised Me Poem | Ryan Ngala

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Edited, Recited, Typed & Written By Mr. Ryan Ngala & Mr. Rico Speight Ryan Ngala's Poems™ | STN® Poetry™ WWW.RyanNgalasPoemsOfficial.Blogspot.com | WWW.STNPoetryOfficial.Blogspot.com



My mother raised me,
To become a loving & caring son,
To take care of my lovely siblings,
And the rest of my day is done.


My mother raised us,
To do better in school,
Not to stare into space,
Acting like a fool.


My mother raised me,
To become a healthy teen,
She makes food for the children,
And asks us all to read.


My mother raised me,
To become a humble and nice man,
If they say something mean to me,
I can just keep my mouth shut instead.


My mother raised us,
To become successful leaders,
How did your mother raise you?

Saying Goodbye Poem [With Ms. Gayle Robinson] | Ryan Ngala

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Poem By Mr. Ryan Ngala & Ms. Gayle Robinson

Edited, Recited, Typed & Written By Mr. Ryan Ngala & Ms. Gayle Robinson Ryan Ngala's Poems™ | STN® Poetry™ RyanNgalasPoemsOfficial.Blogspot.com | STNPoetryOfficial.Blogspot.com

Gayle Robinson: Saying goodbye,
Is never easy, Life is full of,
Passages & turns.
Ryan Ngala: It’s like a funeral that, Could bring out memories, As they leave into this world. As it’s to honor the people in need, As they go into heaven, For we really miss them so, As times goes by.
Gayle Robinson: Memories are more important, Presence is never lost, But distance has a cost.
Ryan Ngala: Memories that can be kept, In the heart of many love ones, But life is short, You never know when is going to hit you.

Amazing Grace Poem | Ryan Ngala

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Edited, Recited, Typed & Written By
Mr. Ryan Ngala Ryan Ngala's Poems™ | STN® Poetry™
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I see my vision,
As I glare through my television,
Hoping that one day,
I can become a star,
I can make a brighter future,
One day I will go far.

To be in whoever I want to be in life,
So I can strive,
In the highest obstacle,
And achieve on the highest pedestal.

I can embrace,
On the right path,
One day I will do better in math,
I can make a brighter future in my success,
In hoping that one day I can become the very best.

One day I will go further,
I rise to the top of the tallest mountain,
I'm never gonna stop as,
I reach to the highest bitter.

Like Rick Ro$$ say,
I want to be "Rich Forever",
I want to become a writer,
To become a better rhymer,
As I reach to the top,
Of the tallest skyscraper.

My Momma Told Me Poem | Ryan Ngala

Edited, Recited, Typed & Written  By
Mr. Ryan Ngala Ryan Ngala's Poems™ | STN® Poetry™
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My Momma,
Told Me,
To never talk,
To strangers.

As these broke jokers,
Will be asking us for money,
But don't give us anything in return.

My Momma told me,
To keep on hustling,
And finding a job.

For a maximum minimum wage paid,
And that someday,
I'm going to become,
Filthy rich one day.

To always wake up,
My siblings early,
And also brushing,
My teeth daily.

My momma,
Was also very,
Young and educated.

She was born in Nigeria,
Came to America,
To raise us like grown up kids,
We are today.

My Momma told me,
To study and work hard,
Just to stay focus and pay attention,
But also listen on,
What she has to say.

From oldest to youngest,
As the next generations,
Of super smart rich kids,
We were destine to become to be.

If You Ain't About Your Paper Poem | Ryan Ngala

If You Ain't About Your Paper Poem
Edited, Recited, Typed & Written
By
Mr. Ryan Ngala & Ms. Wendy Ngala
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Verse 1:



If you ain't about your paper,
Then honestly,
They ain't worth nothing to me,
These broke mother fuckers will be,
Begging us for a got damn quarter.


But they ain't,

All about the dollars,
At least I find that sh*t,
So annoying sometimes.


One man once,

Came and approach to me,
He asked me for,
A spare quarter.


But what will that be,

All worth for and why?,
So then I told him, 
"You know what Na".


At least he couldn't used his,

Fucking common sense,
Just to pick up,
Five bottles and go make it,
His got damn self.


But instead he choose, 

To have someone else,
Like me to do his dirty work,
For him,
And I'm like,
What The Fuck?.


So I went about my business,

But these broke mother fuckers,
Who I can see in my very own eyes,
Approach and asked me for some of my own money,
At…