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Ryan Ngala’s Poems™ | STN® Poetry™ Proudly Presents... 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 footst...

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 ...

Edited, Recited, Typed & Written  By    Mr. Ryan Ngala Ryan Ngala's Poems™ | STN® Poetry ™ RyanNgalasPoems.Blogspot.com | STNPoetry.Blogspot.com This starts off with a good story, With a former HCZ C.S.O staff advisor, Who considers to become one of the best independent woman, That I ever met. Who doesn't consider not given up on each students dreams and goals, In hopes to pursue a better future, When she first laid eyes on me, I knew that she wanted to help me. Finding a good job and making good money, For which I see her in my neighborhood, So we start making a conversation, Telling her where I was going. I never consider meeting a woman, Who was so kind and generous to me, I asked here what her age was, She said "I'm forty-three". I met her in the office, She saw my performance at the talent show, That Ms. Angelique Figueroa video taped, And shown to her on her iPhone. She saw ...

Who's That Chick On Facebook?  Poem Edited, Recited, Typed & Written  By  Mr. Ryan Ngala Ryan Ngala's Poems™ | STN® Poetry ™ RyanNgalasPoemsOfficial.Blogspot.com | STNPoetryOfficial.Blogspot.com 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 pix Naming you one of the “Prettiest chick” Even though she's a bad B*tch.

It's Hard To Say Goodbye Edited, Recited, Typed & Written By  Mr. Ryan Ngala Ryan Ngala’s Poems™ | STN® Poetry ™ RyanNgalasPoems.Tumblr.com | STNPoetry.Tumblr.com It’s hard to say goodbye, To all the friends that you love, They live around the world, Like even Africa or America as well. I hope to see them soon, So our friendship continues to bloom, I hope you’ll stay in touch in tune. In my heart there's always room, I could even begin to start to cry, Because It’s so hard to say goodbye.

Poem  By Mr. Ryan Ngala & Ms. Gayle Robinson Edited, Recited, Typed & Written By Mr. Ryan Ngala & Ms. Gayle Robinson Ryan Ngala's Poems™ | STN® Poetry™ RyanNgalasPoemsOfficial.Blogspot.com | STNPoetryOfficial.Blogspot.com  Gayle Robinson:  Saying goodbye,  Is never easy,  Life is full of,  Passages & turns.  Ryan Ngala:  It’s like a funeral that,  Could bring out memories,  As they leave into this world,  As it’s honor the people in need,  As they go into heaven,  For we really miss them so,  As times goes by.  Gayle Robinson:  Memories are more important,  Presence is never lost,  But distance has a cost.  Ryan Ngala:  Memories that can be kept,  In the heart of many love ones,  But life is short,  You never know when is going to hit you.

Me as my younger self with my lovely mother My Mom alongside with my sister Wendy Edited, Recited, Typed & Written By Mr. Ryan Ngala & Mr. Rico Speight Ryan Ngala's Poems™ | STN® Poetry™ RyanNgalasPoemsOfficial.Blogspot.com  |  STNPoetryOfficial.Blogspot.com My mother raised me, To become a loving & caring son, To take care of my lovely siblings, And the rest of my day is done. My mother raised us, To do better in school, Not to stare into space, Acting like a fool. My mother raised me, To become a healthy teen, She makes food for the children, And asks us all to read. My mother raised me, To become a humble and nice man, If they say something mean to me, I can just keep my mouth shut instead. My mother raised us, To become successful leaders, How did your mother raise you? Copyright © 2008 - 2020 Ryan Ngala's Poems™ | STN® Poetry ™ . All Rights Reserved.