Saturday, June 11, 2016

#SubwayDancers Poem | Ryan Ngala



#SubwayDancers 

Edited, Recited, Typed & Written 
By 
Mr. Ryan Ngala 
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As I stumble upon a train, 
When I enter on an 8th Avenue local stop,
I see some upcoming dancers introducing themselves, 
As they started to perform straight to the top.


Doing tricks and flips like I've never ever seen, 
It became a social media phenomenon, 
As I scroll upon my Instagram, 
As these dancers came and show their stuff.


Many dancers were moving to the body, 
To the music that they were shaking to, 
No distraction from them other train passengers, 
Listening to the sound of wherever the music was playing from.


They Started to get warm up, 
Get ready to burn up, 
When they turn up the sound to their speakers, 
They made some room to make some clear space.


One, Two, Three all eyes are on them, 
Many of the moves that I see, 
They already practice for themselves, 
As They listen to the sound of the rhythm.


I wish that the hashtag topic #SubwayDancers will always be trending worldwide, 
As many subway dancers could also become great celebrity dancers one day, 
As for someone who will entertain young children in making sure the moves are always straight to perfection, But that they will always look forward in their right direction.



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Saturday, June 27, 2015

How Much Do You Love Me? Poem | Ryan Ngala

How Much Do You Love Me? Poem


Edited, Recited, Typed & Written

By

Mr. Ryan Ngala

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How much do you love me,

More than I can ever know,

To put flowers on you like a crown,

As If you were sitting on the throne.


What makes you so beautiful,

Despite all the boys being so pitiful to you,

Don't let them hate or throw shades at you,

Just because you look so beautiful even more than they do.


But is how much you love the person right next to you,

Deep inside your heart,

Right from the very start,

How to find the person you even meet in one day can even be your best friend till the very end.


Who do I love is my mother,

She will always take good care of me,

Unlike any other person that I have ever seen,

That can even be put in an iPad screen.


How much do you love your family,

All the above,

Especially for my Mom, My Sisters,

My Brother and I,

Will one day reach for the stars

oh so high. 


That's how much,

I can tell,

That makes me feel so well,

That's all I ever wanted was love and connection,

But what's love got to do with it,

When you are standing with the person right in front of you.


As you look into her very eyes,

With every single step you took,

As She says "I love you",

You love them back,

But the question is,

"How much do you really love me?",

Right back at ya.


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Wednesday, July 2, 2014

Surprise Poem | Ryan Ngala

Surprise Poem

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

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 acted, 
All so surprise to come and see me, 
And that's no lie.

Big Brother Poem | Ryan Ngala

Big Brother Poem


Edited, Recited, Typed & Written
By
Mr. Ryan Ngala
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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 God's child and a Big Brother.


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2 Many People Poem | Ryan Ngala

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2 Many People Poem 

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By
Mr. Ryan Ngala
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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.


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Beautiful Poem | Ryan Ngala

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Beautiful Poem | Ryan Ngala


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Mr. Ryan Ngala
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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,
Just the way you are,
On the outside.

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



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My Father (Rest In Peace) Poem |

Ryan Ngala & Florence Ngala


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Mr. Ryan Ngala & Ms. Florence Ngala
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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.

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