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

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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.

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Mr. Abel Ngala Poem | Ryan Ngala

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Mr. Abel Ngala

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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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Auntie Doreen Poem | Ryan Ngala

 

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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 person's name is Auntie Doreen.

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

Piece Of Art Poem (With Mr. Anthony Lezama Jr.) | Ryan Ngala

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Mr. Ryan Ngala & Mr. Anthony Lezama Jr.

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Anthony Lezama Jr.’s Verse:
Taking away a piece of my art,
Is like taking away a piece of my heart,
It’s like the soul I was given at birth when I had a life to start,
The words from my mind become statements said out of my mouth,
They have so much power; I could take a lazy person from off their couch.

Ryan Ngala’s Verse:
It’s like the piece of the puzzle,
For a coloring picture,
It’s like a drawing created in my mind,
It’s like seeing the light for a picture so bright,
It’s like creating a molten color picture for the artwork piece of my colorful creation.

Anthony Lezama Jr.’s Verse:
My creations stand tall in my mind,
I have art in my brain,
I would never leave it behind,
The days seem long,
My work never seems wrong,
The beauty of work is like a song.

Ryan Ngala’s Verse:
For like the piece of a sculpture,
Or a beautiful painting,
For this is a fine piece of art,
For which is really fascinating,
For me to see.

Dreams Do Come True Poem | Ryan Ngala

Dreams Do Come True

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I have a dream, 
That I will have my own company, 
So that everybody will be, 
Talking about it.

As I start to see my dreams, 
To become into reality, 
Whether I can picture it, 
In my brain mentality.

But how I can see my dreams, 
Become real or not, 
I can’t even tell, 
No matter how many times, 
I put so many coins into the wishing well.

But I don’t wait for my dreams to happen,
I make them happen,
As I start to realize, 
To my biggest surprise, 
That dreams really, 
Do come true.

Save Africa Poem | Ryan Ngala

Save Africa

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Mr. Ryan Ngala & Ms. Wendy Ngala

Save Africa,

That’s my mother's country, 

Save Africa, 

Many people need more money.

They will be helping and will be, 

Keeping the country, 

Safer,

Cleaner, 

And even more happier.

Than ever before, 

Many more are dying in, 

Sickness & diseases, 

That they are rest in peace, 

In their humble grave.

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

If I Was The King Of The World Poem

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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,
Just to be inspired by young kids.

From Africa to America,
To New York or to Tokyo,
Wherever that I want to go,
Just to let you know,
If I was the king of the world.

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

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MY FATHER (REST IN PEACE) POEM |

RYAN NGALA & 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 keep us in touch,

I'll always love him,

Deep inside my heart.

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

Mr. Geoffrey Canada (HCZ's Very Own)

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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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Fireworks Poem | Ryan Ngala

 Fireworks Poem

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Mr. Ryan Ngala & Ms. Wendy Ngala

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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.

The Jesus Within Me (No One) Poem | Ryan Ngala

The Jesus Within Me (No One)

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Mr. Ryan Ngala 

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I see the Jesus within me,

The one who created me,

The one who strengthens me,

The one who believes in me for what,

I'm hoping & dreaming for.

For all young boys & girls,

Who believes in him from their very heart,

Right from the very start.

And no one starts to get angry,

For that's the work of the devil,

That the Satin is Planning.

So don't get mad,

As we pray,

For what Jesus Christ who has help us to become as a,

Happy Christian people we really are today.

Police In The Community Poem | Ryan Ngala

Police In The Community

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Mr. Ryan Ngala

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In the streets,

Where I live in,

I see police officers everywhere,

They see people selling drugs even,

When the city is in economic trouble.

They see crime, 

They see violence,

In the community,

The officers are protecting and,

Saving the city from violent crime and illicit drugs.

Mr. Barack Obama: The 44th President Of The United States Of America Poem | Ryan Ngala & Wendy Ngala

Mr. Barack Obama:

The 44th President Of The United States Of America

Poem

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Mr. Ryan Ngala & Ms. Wendy Ngala

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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 a 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,
His legacy is 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 of our presidents.

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

Ms. Wendy Ngala Poem | Ryan Ngala

Ms. Wendy Ngala
Poem

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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.

Occupy Wall Street Poem | Ryan Ngala

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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.

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

Poem

By

Mr. Ryan Ngala & Ms. Gayle Robinson

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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.