Saturday, June 11, 2016

#SubwayDancers Poem | Ryan Ngala



#SubwayDancers 

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


As I stumble upon a train, 
When I enter on an 8th Avenue local stop,
I see some upcoming dancers introducing themselves, 
As they started to perform straight to the top.


Doing tricks and flips like I've never ever seen, 
It became a social media phenomenon, 
As I scroll upon my Instagram, 
As these dancers came and show their stuff.


Many dancers were moving to the body, 
To the music that they were shaking to, 
No distraction from them other train passengers, 
Listening to the sound of wherever the music was playing from.


They Started to get warm up, 
Get ready to burn up, 
When they turn up the sound to their speakers, 
They made some room to make some clear space.


One, Two, Three all eyes are on them, 
Many of the moves that I see, 
They already practice for themselves, 
As They listen to the sound of the rhythm.


I wish that the hashtag topic #SubwayDancers will always be trending worldwide, 
As many subway dancers could also become great celebrity dancers one day, 
As for someone who will entertain young children in making sure the moves are always straight to perfection, But that they will always look forward in their right direction.




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Saturday, June 27, 2015

How Much Do You Love Me? Poem

How Much Do You Love Me? Poem

Edited, Recited, Typed & Written

By

Mr. Ryan Ngala

Ryan Ngala’s Poems™ | STN® Poetry™

How much do you love me,

More than I can ever know,

To put flowers on you like a crown,

As If you were sitting on the throne.

What makes you so beautiful,

Despite all the boys being so pitiful to you,

Don't let them hate or throw shades at you,

Just because you look so much beautiful even more than they do.

But is how much you love the person right next to you,

Deep inside your heart,

Right from the very start,

How to find the person you even meet in one day,

Can even become your best friend till the very end.

Who do I love is my mother,

She will always take good care of me,

Unlike any other person that I have ever seen,

That can even be put in an iPad screen.

How much do you love your family,

All the above,

Especially for my Mom, My Sisters,

My Brother and I,

Will one day reach for the stars

oh so high. 

That's how much,

I can tell,

That makes me feel so well,

That's all I ever wanted was love and connection,

But what's love got to do with it,

When you are standing with the person right in front of you.

As you look into her very eyes,

With every single step you took,

As She says "I love you",

You love them back,

But the question is,

"How much do you really love me?",

Right back at ya.

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All Rights Reserved.

Wednesday, July 9, 2014

Ms. Wendy Ngala Poem | Ryan Ngala

Ryan Ngala’s Poems™ | STN® Poetry™

Proudly Presents...

Ms. Wendy Ngala Poem




Edited, Recited, Typed & Written 
By 
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.


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All Rights Reserved.

Mr. Abel Ngala Poem | Ryan Ngala

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.

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.



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Thursday, May 22, 2014

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 heart,
Right from the very start.


And no one starts to get angry,
For that's for 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.

Wednesday, April 30, 2014

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

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.