Biography of Adrian Murphy
I am born and bred in Northern Ireland, attending school and University here and now work as an accountant in the Northern Ireland Civil Service.
While I have always loved literature and poetry, I found only the courage to write my own poems quite recently - partly as a form of self therapy as my marriage of 20 years ended in March 2009.
As time has passed, I find that words and poems seem the most natural way of expressing my thoughts and feelings about life.
Hopefully you will appreciate what you read.
Adrian Murphy Poems
Sunset To Our Sunsets
When I am dreaming, I dream of sunsets spent with you The day's warm caress slipping through the air An opal sun dripping from the sky Hands clasped together as one
Only yesterday you were a child I held your tiny hand full of a father’s joy, Those twinkly blues eyes and winning smile Stealing hearts at every turn
Hours and minutes have ponderously run their course. My teenage excitement is barely contained, Like an anxious father patiently waiting outside the maternity ward, I pace Pace to exhaust those last few minutes
Faded Purple Words
There are words I need to bury Written on a fading purple note Those words that scar – I love you, I miss you X’s and O’s that oh so innocently wound my heart
Why Stop All The Clocks?
Why stop the clock, cut off the telephone, Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone? Turn up the music and let the speakers hum, Bring on the evening, let the revelers come.
Dark suits and solemn faces abound Formal heels tap tapping on the marble as Legal eagles pace to their clients Here in the Great Hall the real deal is done.
I have broken free from the shadows and Shaken off the icy coldness of a vixen’s spell. I dream no more of treasured moments from long ago, Bloodied they lie, obliterated in the carnage of parting.
The Old Church Watches
In silence the old church watches Old friends gathering on the steps Lives so busy they seldom meet. A long forgotten face sighted in the crowd
My eyes catch the sea’s silken shimmer as it gently laps the harbour wall. Fishermen effortlessly casting their rod in search of a catch, as sailboats silently slip into harbour, today’s adventure ended. Playful voices of children echoing all around, grabbing the last few moments of sunshine and stretching the patience of tiring parents. Air infused with the tang of salt and vinegar steaming off countless helpings of fish and chips and the unmistakable smell of the sea.
No Longer A Boy
15, no longer a boy, not quite a man. Your life is becoming your own to run, Your hopes, your dreams, not mine. You face such a different world,
More Than Desolation
Moments that lasted forever became a lifetime lost in an instant A bonfire of dreams and memories blazes fiercely around me. Must one win and the other lose? Is all this pain going to change a single thing?
Like star crossed lovers, with my true love I came And there in fair Verona I wrote her name Just four years later we set our scene Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean
In The Moment
Two dull grey pebbles carelessly bathing in the afternoon sun A silent token of a new life, a secret memory, a racing heart? Butterflies in a tummy, confidences shared, that first kiss? Fickle hearts will shape their destiny:
An autumn dew lay heavy on the grass that somber morning
The commotion of the night before burned into our history
Angry voices lost in emotion, frustration exploding into destruction
Sirens steaming through the New Hampshire night
“She doesn’t believe I love her! ” repeated tearfully
All I wanted was for it to end that night – but I lived on
Heads hung in shame we left the hospital
The enormity of it all dragging inexorably behind us