Opal Ingram 

 

 

Opal Ingram  is a Author / Poet

From the Lower East Side NYC  currently  Resides  in Troy Ny  The Capitol  Region

Has a Poetry  Group  on face Com call @ OPAL Expression’s

And is also a member  of  100 other Poetry  Group.

Also her work can be view on Amazon  Com & you tube  under  Producer  Michael Brewster

She has one Song Write  feature  and Published  – The Woman

 

2 – Spoken  Word Writes Written  for Music

 

When I Slept  ?

Far Away

& Yesterday  – Song Write

Also in Anthology Moonlight Dreamers of Yellow Haze

Opal Ingram  has 4 Poems Feature  along with  53 Poets & Writers Across

The Globe

Publisher – Michael  Lee Johnson

Editor  – Ken Allan Dronsfield

 

Also Soon To Be Feature  On Goshen  Productions

 

Producer  – Willie Reid

Navoh  King

 

 

Poems by Opal Ingram 

 

 

 On The Real 

 

On the real, like a rag

doll, pulled tugged `

with out a doubt,

 

A Plate Full

Of Front Game.

 

Dragged Kick About

Slap And Punch my

Self Esteem Was Like

Scuff Under A Dark

Rug Fill With Some

Else Dirt.

 

On The Real

 

Till I Came Out

Of My Pain.

 

Burry Underneath

A Coat of Lies.

 

On The Real

 

A Plate Of Front Game

 

With Shady Cards

 

Play In The Hands

 

Of Letters That Read

 

Abuse!

 

With Out

A Doubt

 

I Kept Silent

 

I felt alone

 

Omg

 

On The Real

 

What A Sight!

 

Like A Free A Mis

 

With A Dist

 

On The Real

This What I

Knew!

 

So

Real

 

Knock Down

Busted With

Torn

Batter

 

Some Days

My Eye lid

 

Stood Shut

 

Still I Stood Tall!

 

A Victim

 

Only A Glare

 

With A Stare`

 

Only A Glare

 

Throw Shaken

 

Some Days

 

I Thought I Step

Into Some Body

 

Horror

Flick

 

Like A Tale

 

I Seen It Before

 

Only through a

 

Child Eyes

 

But The Adult

Wore Black Shades

 

She Look Like A

Movie Star

 

But My Heart

 

Felt The Cover

Up The Lie

 

It Felt like a Beaten

 

Soul

 

Where Only Conviction

 

Stood Mis Understood

 

On The Real

 

Batter

 

Till I Came

Out Of My

Pain.

 

One Morning

 

I Sat Near A Window

 

I Lost Everything The

Night Before

 

Except My Courage

And My Faith.

 

” Suddenly I Felt

A Verge Of Energy

 

It Took Me A Minute

 

On The Real

 

A Tear Roll

Down My

 

Face

 

I Knew I Was

 

At Freedom Way

 

On The Real

 

I Claim It Me

Again!

 

I Own It

A Survivor

Story.

 

Opal Like A

Rag Doll

 

A Survivor Story.

 

On The Real.

 

Translated by Ali Osman TEZCAN

Written By Opal Ingram ©

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All Rights Reserved.

@Opal Expressions~

aka poetress Mystic

 

 

 

Time When  It Quiet 

 

It  passes by so slowly

Yet so  quickly , only a

Simple  twenty four  seven

 

You pretend  you knew me

Well, in thought like Silence

It crawls  unexpected  some time  with needless ‘ tears

but in my mind  I feel free,

nobody sees my troubles

time creeps so slow but

can be adjust, in a second

it passes by so smoothly  like a sail boat across the

oceanfront  , time when it’s

quiet it passes by so quick

but only a simple  memory  is left, when it is quiet.

 

 

Written By-Opal Ingram  (c)

aka-Poetress  Mystic