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Mr. Geoffrey Canada (HCZ’s Very Own) Poem | Ryan Ngala

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Mr. Geoffrey Canada (HCZ’s Very Own)

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Mr. Ryan Ngala
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He’s one of the best,

Independent and greatest,

Harlem Children’s Zone’s very own after school president,

That I ever met.

Who considers to become,

One of the best role models,

In the entire planet,

As his goal was to take young smart, talented & educated adults and kids,

From the streets of New York City.

In one day make a change,

And a difference,

So they can all make it to go to college,

Just to gain more knowledge.

At his press conference earlier recently,

He announced his resignation,

To stepped down as CEO of the company,

So that Ms. Anne Williams – Isom could takeover his position later this summer,

But at least he won’t be gone forever.

Alongside with Mr. George Khaldun,

His business partner,

A well known founder of the Harlem Children’s Zone program,

For his future and brighter success.

He will always comes to work,

With his suit and tie on,

Because he will always,

Dress to impress.

His dream and his vision,

To impact the entire world,

To let every young voice be heard,

From across the entire globe.

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Punch Poem | Ryan Ngala

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Mr. Ryan Ngala
Ryan Ngala’s Poems™ | STN® Poetry™

I’am a lonely boy,
Back when I was in high school,
When bullies punch me,
Some people,
Think I’am stupid.

Some people,
Think I’m dumb,
They will otherwise,
Start a fight,
Make a riot.

Then wanting,
To talk some,
Bulls**t behind their back,
And I sure as hell,
Don’t want that.

Occupy Wall Street Poem | Ryan Ngala

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Mr. Ryan Ngala
Ryan Ngala’s Poems™ | STN® Poetry™
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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.

 

Mr. Barack Obama Poem | Ryan Ngala & Wendy Ngala

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Mr. Barack Obama Poem


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Mr. Ryan Ngala & Ms. Wendy Ngala
Ryan Ngala’s Poems™ | STN® Poetry™ 
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It’s time right now,
Yes we can,
Change the world,
Someday somehow.

Something we can believe in,
Is what we need,
Now is reality,
We need a new seed.

Time for Equality,
Time for a change,
With Barack Obama,
Nothing is the same.

Stop the killer’s,
Help the poor,
Stop drug dealers,
Open the door.

We need to seize the day,
And to do it now,
Yes it matters now,
With Barack’s health is restored.

Lives are saved,
No more poor,
Tax are reduced,
For the poor.

Change is now,
Change is scored,
Barack Obama,
Is incredible,
Legacy Impossible.

He sets the bars for African Americans,
Votes have been tallied,
From every state,
Every City.

He has made a landing,
In all America he’s the only one standing,
There’s a different face,
In all our presidents.

He’s no disgrace,
An American resident,
We stand together,
His legend is forever hold,
For what he’s stand,
By the power of God’s word.

Paper Recycling Poem | Ryan Ngala

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Mr. Ryan Ngala
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The way that I’m getting money,
Is so simple,
Fast and easy,
Money doesn’t grow on trees.


That’s a false statement to me,
It’s the fact that,
I’m collecting bottles and cans.


As I’m hustling for the paper,
I will make whatever I have,
To make $5 or $10 dollars,
In anyway that I like,
And save the change for later.


It’s a pretty sweet idea,
So once I become smart with my money,
I should spend it more wisely,
Even better.

Happy Mother’s Day Poem | Ryan Ngala & Wendy Ngala

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Happy Mother’s Day Poem

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Mr. Ryan Ngala & Ms. Wendy Ngala
Ryan Ngala’s Poems™ | STN® Poetry™
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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.

The Next King Of Poetry Poem | Ryan Ngala

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The Next King Of Poetry 
Poem

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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.

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