Ryan Ngala’s Poems™

Edited, Recited, Typed & Written By Mr. Ryan Ngala & Ms. Wendy Ngala Ryan Ngala’s Poems™ | STN® Poetry™ I see lights & decorations, Ready to be prepared, A big gigantic tree comes, Watch as it appears. The lights lite up the room, As well as your smiles, The music comes on, The parents get so loud. It’s time to celebrate, What the lord has done,  He has given us a son, This is the day. That opened the way,  For your sins to be forgotten, So give thanks that you have someone that, Takes away all things rotten. Copyright © 2008 - 2020 Ryan Ngala’s Poems™ | STN® Poetry™. All Rights Reserved.

Big Brother Poem Edited, Recited, Typed & Written By Mr. Ryan Ngala Ryan Ngala's Poems™ | STN® Poetry™ RyanNgalasPoems.Blogspot.com | STNPoetry.Blogspot.com I am Ryan Ngala, A.k.a The Big Brother, I got whatever It takes, Even though I make mistakes. I will not let that be a problem, Cause God’s on my side, And he will never leave me, Nor forsake me for the rest of my life, Till the day that I die. So one day I can strive to the fullest, Here on earth and in heaven. I’m the oldest and I will become the best that I can be, And not for someone who will tell me to do this or that, Cause all of that junk Is a piece of garbage, But my mom won't take that, Not a woman of God. She will not accept the people that talk negative about me, She Instead rejects and rebukes it, And it's nice to have someone who believes you're the Big brother, She will always stand right beside me, And tell me that I am Go

He Is The One Poem Edited, Recited, Typed & Written By  Mr. Ryan Ngala Ryan Ngala's Poems™ | STN® Poetry™ He Is The One For Me, He Will Never Leave, Nor Forsake Me, Just Like He Say In His Word, That His Message Will Be Spread, Across The Entire World. He Is The One For Me, He Will Always Show Love & Care For Me, He Will Always Be There For Me. He Is The Son,  The Creator Of All Things, Heaven & Earth, That's why he gave My mom at birth, When I Was Born like a baby boy, That I Enjoy Playing With Toys. But I will always live my life for the fullest & still be living for the moment, When God has enter me to the bottom of my heart, Right where I need it, But My Mom wants to see a change in me but I told her, "Don't you worry cause God will always be my lover, protector, healer and he has seek good things into my life no matter what the consequences they are into my entire life".

G.O.D Edited, Recited, Typed & Written By Mr. Ryan Ngala Ryan Ngala’s Poems™ | STN® Poetry™ G.O.D, Do you know who he is, He's the #1 source for my life, When I need him the most. Because what he & I got is a relationship, That feels so close, Not physically, But spiritually, He will always remain in my heart, Right from the start.

Mom Poem Edited, Recited, Typed & Written By  Mr. Ryan Ngala Ryan Ngala's Poems™ | STN® Poetry™ She’s The Number,  One Mother in the world,  She trust god,  As her only source for Inspiration.  Her ambition and drive in wanting to succeed,  Her goals and dreams in wanting to achieved,  She face such a tragic loss for her beloved husband,  She stands her ground in wanting to make a difference.  Taking good care for her siblings as a loving woman,  Ms. Independent she can take care Of Anything,  Not knowing of what tomorrow can bring for her.

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It's Hard To Say Goodbye Poem    Edited, Recited, Typed & Written By  Mr. Ryan Ngala Ryan Ngala’s Poems™ | STN® Poetry™ RyanNgalasPoems.Blogspot.com | STNPoetry.Blogspot.com 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 there's always room, I could even begin to start to cry, Because It’s so hard to say goodbye.

Silent Silent while you seek Just make sure you R.I.P Death Road Death Road Is a long way from death Make sure the last words you say Is under your last breath Many people are dead For sickness and diseases and i'am sure this isn't what i'm seeing many graves are being held Some are dead Some are not These are many deaths of the people

Edited, Recited, Typed & Written By Mr. Ryan Ngala Ryan Ngala’s Poems™ | STN® Poetry™ WWW.RyanNgalasPoemsOfficial.Blogspot.com  |  WWW.STNPoetryOfficial.Blogspot.com I see rats, In my room, When every time, It scares me. The kids would be frighten, If they even saw one instead, But my mom will always come even with, Something to carry cause to tell you the truth, It ain't scary to me at all.

I see myself I see my eye In the mirror I can see it Very clearly I can see Many views in the city Many apartments And buildings As I go out To many streets And places As I can see myself In the eye Of many people

Mother’s Day, Is a chance to celebrate, To a lovely mother, That we have here today, I guess what I’m trying to say is. She’s paying her taxes, Looking so gorgeous, Having her nice pretty dress, With her cute little outfit. Taking care of us, Doing all that she can, Trying to do what’s best, Just to make a little cash, Ka-Ching.

Never Be Afraid Edited, Recited, Typed & Written By Mr. Ryan Ngala Ryan Ngala’s Poems™ | STN® Poetry™ I should never be afraid, You heard what I said, Whether is a bully that I see, On the streets. Who wants to take advantage from me, I don’t take that from no one, No matter where the f***, They come from, But I live from Harlem. At the brownstone building, Where my mom and my siblings, Always lived in, I always pray to God. To watch behind my back, Because no matter where I get attack, I’ll always get them right back, But revenge is never the answer.