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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.

Copyright © 2008 - 2020 Ryan Ngala’s Poems™ | STN® Poetry™.

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Thursday, September 11, 2014

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 
Mr. Ryan Ngala

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.

Copyright © 2008 - 2020 Ryan Ngala’s Poems™ | STN® Poetry™. 
All Rights Reserved.

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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All Rights Reserved.

Saturday, June 21, 2014

Auntie Doreen Poem | Ryan Ngala


 
Edited, Recited, Typed & Written 
By
Mr. Ryan Ngala

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



Edited, Recited, Typed & Written

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

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.

Thursday, June 5, 2014

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

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

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

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

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


Edited, Recited, Typed & Written
By 
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


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

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






Ryan Ngala’s Poems™ | STN® Poetry™

Proudly Presents...


MY FATHER (REST IN PEACE) POEM |

RYAN NGALA & FLORENCE NGALA


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

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.

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
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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Thursday, May 22, 2014

Fireworks Poem | Ryan Ngala

 Fireworks Poem


Edited, Recited, Typed & Written
By 
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 
By 
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
By
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 Poem | Ryan Ngala


Mr. Barack Obama Poem


Edited, Recited, Typed & Written
By 
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 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.