Thursday, August 16, 2012

Graduation Poem | Ryan Ngala



Graduation Poem

 

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


It’s a glorious morning,
And a special event,
Students looking their best,
As if heaven sent.


They start their goodbyes,
As well as their hello’s,
To the past and the present,
As their future's unroll.


They’re awarded with,
Smiles and cheers, 
Out of control,

The previous year’s memories,
Bring the tears that start to roll.


The tears you said, 
You wouldn’t cry,

When you got to this moment,
But with all the joy it brings,
You just have to own it.


Despite all the haters,
Who said you couldn’t do it,
You didn’t get mad but said,
You would just have to prove it.


You look out and see the ones you care for,
By your side, 
Proud of what you’ve accomplished,

It was always inside.


Your God given talent,
Found it's way to shine through,
It was with the help of God,
And the power invested in you.


You never gave up,
Or sat still, 
Now you’re,

Accepting gifts of,
Love and bills.


All of your hard work,
Your drive and desire,
Got you to this point,
Where the spark is the fire.


You’re on the right path,
Not your final destination,
But a road to success,
Because you furthered your education.


So go climb that ladder,
Without no hesitation,
Cause you made it,
To your Graduation!!!

Wednesday, August 1, 2012

Occupy Wall Street Poem | Ryan Ngala



Edited, Recited, Typed & Written
By 
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.