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The Next King Of Poetry Poem | Ryan Ngala

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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.

I Don’t Have, To Hate On ‘Em Fly Rich Girls Poem | Ryan Ngala

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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,
And 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 back 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 Magazine,
I don’t have,
To hate on ’em fly rich girls,
And that’s fine by me.

What Makes Them Girls So Beautiful? (What Is It?!!!) Poem | Ryan Ngala

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What Makes Them Girls So Beautiful? 
(What Is It?!!!) 
Poem

Poem 
By 
Mr. Ryan Ngala

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

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.

Graduation Poem | Ryan Ngala

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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!!!

My Father (Rest In Peace) Poem | Ryan Ngala & Florence Ngala

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Edited, Recited, Typed & Written

By 
Mr. Ryan Ngala & Ms. Florence Ngala
Ryan Ngala’s Poems™ | STN® Poetry™
RyanNgalasPoemsOfficial.Blogspot.com | STNPoetryOfficial.Blogspot.com

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.

Surprise Poem | Ryan Ngala

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Surprise Poem


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 on my mind,
I just sit back and thought to myself.


And started to realize,
She all acted,
So surprise to come and see me,
And that’s no lie.


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Auntie Elizabeth (Guess Who’s Here?!!!) Poem | Ryan Ngala

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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 realize,
She saw me in my biggest surprise,

That’s when I started to scream in my loudest voice ever.

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