Rita El Khoury Poems

Can you teach me how to live
When I am apart from my air?
Can you teach me how to give
If I don’t have any more care?
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He's bending down to tie his shoe lace
Two cars pass as fast as if they have a race
Making the mud fly towards his new jeans,
He starts to rise up but then he leans
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Stuck in the middle of nowhere
Cold as ice, insensible as stone
No voice to shout, no voice to swear
Stuck with your ugly self, stuck alone
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You've searched for Him through pain,
Through punctures, needles and agony
Through drugs running in an IV or drain,
Through life's laughs of sarcasm and irony.
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It's so quiet here, I can almost hear
Mother earth breathe right into my ear
Sending a gentle breeze, a whisper of grace
And a secret calling of love and faith.
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My gym coach is a shorty,
A typical lebanese weightlifter and boxer,
Aged somewhere around forty,
Who still ignores the second meaning of 'boxer'.
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You don’t resemble any of the others
And surely you would never do
I can tell when something bothers,
Annoys, pleases or amuses you.
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Finally we've been tought something amusing
During the course of botanics (usually boring)
The teacher said that plants could move
'Tis caused by chemicals, not by a groove.
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It's seven o'clock in the afternoon
Somewhere on the country side
A man lies staring at the moon
With his black eyes open wide.
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Etre vide
Vide limpide
Se chercher
Se perdre
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