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Tuesday, May 27, 2014

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

Mr. Geoffrey Canada (HCZ's Very Own)

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

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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Thursday, May 22, 2014

Fireworks Poem | Ryan Ngala

 Fireworks Poem

Edited, Recited, Typed & Written
Mr. Ryan Ngala & Ms. Wendy Ngala

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)

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

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

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

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


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

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.

Wednesday, May 14, 2014

Ms. Wendy Ngala Poem | Ryan Ngala

Ms. Wendy Ngala


Edited, Recited, Typed & Written

Mr. Ryan Ngala
Ryan Ngala's Poems™ | STN® Poetry™

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

Occupy Wall Street Poem | Ryan Ngala

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

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

Mr. Ryan Ngala & Ms. Gayle Robinson

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

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.

Beautiful Poem | Ryan Ngala

Edited, Recited, Typed & Written
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,
Them 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 stunning,
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.

Tuesday, May 6, 2014

Back 2 School Poem | Ryan Ngala

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

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 they can and,

Will make a difference.