Alexander Downie

Rookie (30 December 1959 / Bo'ness Scotland)

Alexander Downie Poems

1. Sleep 1/26/2012
2. Signed (Miss, Love And Want You) 1/26/2012
3. Missing Worlds (A Sonnet Justine) 1/26/2012
4. Minos’s Gate 1/26/2012
5. London September 1996 1/26/2012
6. Contact 1/26/2012
7. Confusion 1/26/2012
8. Le Chat 1/26/2012
9. Ghosts 1/26/2012
10. Dance 1/26/2012
11. Ink Me Up 1/26/2012
12. Dear Ladies Of Altinkum 1/26/2012
13. Lies 1/26/2012
14. Reflection 1/26/2012
15. Anarchy In The Backyard 1/26/2012
16. Totem 1/26/2012
17. Time 1/26/2012
18. Mad Mad Moonlight 1/26/2012
19. Class Act 1/26/2012
20. Hardman In Glasgow Rain 1/26/2012
21. Blood And Tears 1/26/2012
22. The First Snow 1/26/2012
23. A Dream 1/26/2012
24. Knockin Boots 1/26/2012
25. Carve 1/26/2012
26. Me And My Pony 1/26/2012
27. Written In Her Eyes 1/26/2012
28. The Curse Of All Men 1/26/2012
29. Charcoal 1/26/2012
30. Between A Rock 1/27/2012
31. The Stardust Cowgirl 1/27/2012
32. I Will Cool You 1/26/2012
33. The King And I 1/26/2012
34. Panic 1/26/2012
35. Sex 1/26/2012
36. A Good Man 1/28/2012
37. Cruel To Be Kind 1/28/2012
38. Sweeping Generalisation 1/29/2012
39. A Letter To Elyse 1/29/2012
40. The Bridge 1/30/2012

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Truth Or Dare

The truth is I loved you, I dare you to remember
The truth is you hurt me, I dare you to share my pain
The truth is I wanted you back, I dare you to say the same
The truth is you never said sorry, l dare you to try

The truth is I protected you, I dare you to not run away
The truth is you squandered trust cheaply, I dare you to lay the first new stone
The truth is I did insane things, I dare you to stop the insanity
The truth is you lied for nothing that was real, I dare you to face the truth

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The King And I

The King and I we sat down, he'd grown oh so tired of wearing his crown.
He threw of his robes, he looked me in the eye, raised his face to the rain and started to cry.
He kicked off shoes from manicured feet, his regal body crumpled like freshly cut wheat.
His jewels scattered around a marble floor, a name written boldly in future folklore.

The goblet was empty as it smashed on a wall, his empire discarded as he started to crawl.
No servants were there to witness his shame, no courtesans

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