Ryan Ngala’s Poems™

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...

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. Copyright © 2008 - 2020 ...

Edited, Recited, Typed & Written  By  Mr. Ryan Ngala Ryan Ngala’s Poems™ | STN® Poetry™ It was back then, When I was still, In A. Philip Randolph Campus High School, All the girls look so fresh to death. Because they dress, So professional, The type of chick, That everybody, Wanna be their ride or die for, Or wanna holler at them. But It was at that point, On my mind, What I can do, To make a chick. Want to impress, A fly cool dude like me, So I started, Wanting to write some poetry. Started to sing like Floetry, In at any moment or an hour later, All the fly ladies and the fellas, From Harlem Children's Zone's College Success Office & Employment & Technology Center, Started to watch, My poem performance, Only exclusively On YouTube.com/RyanNgalasPoems . It was that then, They notice how talented, I really was, From the very beginning. Dem fly rich girls, Who'll be on the cover, Of the New York Times, Or Vogue Magazi...

If You Ain't About Your Paper Poem, Part 2 Edited, Recited, Typed & Written By Mr. Ryan Ngala & Ms. Wendy Ngala Ryan Ngala’s Poems™ | STN® Poetry™ RyanNgalasPoemsOfficial.Blogspot.com  |  STNPoetryOfficial.Blogspot.com Verse 2: If you ain’t about your paper, Then don’t come to me, With your hands, Wide open begging me or us for a quarter. Because we will be making, Billions, Millions, Trillions Or Thousands of dollars a year, While you broke mother fuckers yourself, Don’t get nothing. You ain’t even, Worth nothing  to me hoe, Like Chris Breezy told me, These hoes ain’t loyal to me. At least the people who look broke, Don’t even have the common sense, To even make their own money, By themselves, By collecting bottles and cans. But instead, I’m making all of this bread, By myself, Without no one’s help. But with someone to guide me, It’s so funny to me, That we don’t owe them, Much of anything. Copyright © 2008 - 2020 Ryan Ngala’s Poems™ | STN...

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

If You Ain't About Your Paper Poem Edited, Recited, Typed & Written By Mr. Ryan Ngala & Ms. Wendy Ngala Ryan Ngala’s Poems™ | STN® Poetry™ RyanNgalasPoemsOfficial.Blogspot.com  |  STNPoetryOfficial.Blogspot.com Verse 1: If you ain't about your paper, Then honestly, They ain't worth nothing to me, These broke mother fuckers will be, Begging us for a got damn quarter. But they ain't, All about the dollars, At least I find that sh*t, So annoying sometimes. One man once, Came and approach to me, He asked me for, A spare quarter. But what will that be, All worth for and why?, So then I told him,  "You know what Na". At least he couldn't used his, Fucking common sense, Just to pick up, Five bottles and go make it, His got damn self. But instead he choose,  To have someone else, Like me to do his dirty work, For him, And I'm like, What The Fuck?. So I went about my business, But these broke mother fuckers, W...

Edited, Recited, Typed & Written By Mr. Ryan Ngala Ryan Ngala’s Poems™ | STN® Poetry™ RyanNgalasPoemsOfficial.Blogspot.com  |  STNPoetryOfficial.Blogspot.com  When I was up on the 5th floor, Waiting to use the bathroom @ C.S.O, I heard the door, Started to open once more. I saw Ms. Christa Miller, Wanting to step out, That’s when she started, To get jumping and hollering out, “Oh Sh*t!!!”. Her heart went beating at, A faster pace, As if she had just saw a ghost. Wanting to come and apologize, But it was no worries for her, It was at that point of my mind, I just sit back and thought to myself. I just started to realize,  She all acted, So surprise to come and see me, And that’s no lie.

Edited, Recited, Typed & Written By  Mr. Ryan Ngala Ryan Ngala's Poems™ | STN®  Poetry ™ RyanNgalasPoemsOfficial.Blogspot.com  |  STNPoetryOfficial.Blogspot.com 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 th...

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

Edited, Recited, Typed & Written By  Mr. Ryan Ngala Ryan Ngala's Poems™ | STN® Poetry™ RyanNgalasPoemsOfficial.Blogspot.com | STNPoetryOfficial.Blogspot.com I see my vision, As I glare through my television, Hoping that one day, I can become a star. I can make a brighter future, One day I will go far, To be whoever I want to be in life, So I can strive, In the highest obstacle, And achieve on the highest pedestal. I can embrace, On the right path, One day I will do better in math, I can make a brighter future in my success, In hoping that one day, I can become the very best. One day I will go further, I will rise to the top of the tallest mountain, I'm never gonna stop as, I reach to the highest bidder. Like Rick Ro$$ say, I want to be "Rich forever", I want to become a writer, To become a better rhymer, As I reach to the top, Of the tallest skyscraper.

 Happy Mother's Day Poem Edited, Recited, Typed & Written By Mr. Ryan Ngala & Ms. Wendy Ngala Ryan Ngala's Poems™ | STN® Poetry™ God made me a wonderful mother, Who loves and cherishes me, She shines like the brightest star, And is greater than the biggest fish in the sea, She gives me all her love, Even when I don't ask. Supports me when I'm wrong, Even though I do something bad, But the important thing is that, I learn from my mistakes, And indeed I do. God made me a wonderful mother, From up above, And yes It's Tina, The One I Love.

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

Fireworks Poem Edited, Recited, Typed & Written By  Mr. Ryan Ngala & Ms. Wendy Ngala Ryan Ngala’s Poems™ | STN® Poetry™ WWW.RyanNgalasPoemsOfficial.Blogspot.com  |  WWW.STNPoetryOfficial.Blogspot.com 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.

Edited, Recited, Typed & Written By  Mr. Ryan Ngala Ryan Ngala’s Poems™ ⎪ STN® Poetry™ I’m so annoy, That they treat me like, I’m some kind of toy, Having my siblings, Abel & Wendy. Attacking me & having, Their bodies all over my bed, Like I’m just so losing it, Out of my head right now, As I take them down, With my bare hands. Using my rope as a, Pair of rubber bands, Wrapping all over their chair, Or kicking them like, I’m just playing footsie. They just make me sick, There ain’t no telling, What they can do to me, But I don’t pay them no mind. As they gave me some, Time to understand, That they were just annoying, As they ought to be.

Dreams Do Come True Poem 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.

 Edited, Recited, Typed & Written By Mr. Ryan Ngala With the structure, Of an awesome body, That God had obviously created, Makes a skilled and talented sculptor, Want to stare at an amazing beauty. Like something off of a wax model display, At the Madame Tussauds, But just to see a lady manikin, Gets a whole lot of creativity. As If It was someone else’s, Toy doll, They will braid it like a customer’s hair, Swinging it back and forth, As they were some awesome professionals, But thru it all, It was still a wonderful masterpiece.

What The School Label Me To Be Edited, Recited, Typed & Written By Mr. Ryan Ngala Ryan Ngala's Poems™ | STN® Poetry™ What the school label me to be, Was certainly not true, Seeing myself being acted in a certain type of way, That there was nothing else that I can’t say or do. But I got to speak was on my mind, As I’am working everyday, Like I’m on my grind, Calling me a “Mentally Retarded” person, But at least I don't act like one. With some harsh words or feelings, As If I was almost about to cry, But not to me I ain’t, And here’s the reason why, Because I know that my mom didn’t raise me to become some stupid kid. But a man to become who I am today, No matter what the school system had to say about me, Because she will always come and talk to me, In what I'm suppose to do in school, Each & every day, Of my life.

Ryan Ngala’s Poems™ | STN® Poetry™ Proudly Presents... 2 Many People Poem Edited, Recited, Typed & Written By Mr. Ryan Ngala Ryan Ngala's Poems™ | STN® Poetry™ WWW.RyanNgalasPoems.Blogspot.com  | WWW.STNPoetry.Blogspot.com   I See Many People, On the bus, As it gets too crowded, Who wants to excuse you? Or you are just trying to get pass, Like there’s no way out of here, As you walk out of that door, It’s like if some people, Just don’t even hear you anymore. Copyright © 2008 - 2020 Ryan Ngala's Poems™ & STN® Poetry™.  All Rights Reserved.

  Who's That Chick On Facebook? Poem     Edited, Recited, Typed & Written By  Ryan Ngala Ryan Ngala's Poems™ | STN® Poetry™ Who’s that chick?, I took a look at, With my very own eyes, When many of her pictures, Gets commented on her Facebook page. She sends a message, To every guys’ Facebook profile, With her pretty face, pretty lips, and nice thighs, That just got me hypnotize. Not knowing where I can ever see her once again, She might see herself, Posing for the camera, Looking so clueless. I should be commenting on your picture, Naming you one of the “Prettiest chick”, Even though you're a bad b*tch.