Rita El Khoury
Biography of Rita El Khoury
Hello, I'm Rita El Khoury, Lebanese now living in France. I went to Melkart school, USJ University where I got a degree in Pharmacy. I am currently pursuing a Masters in Pathological Macromolecules at Paris Diderot university in Paris.
I started writing french poetry when I was 11, wrote till I was 15 then took my 50 poems and threw them in the garbage. That was the only way I could get over that period. I kept writing in French and eventually started writing in English when I was 18. I also wrote some 4 or 5 arabic poems, literary and spoken, but I guess it isn't my strong language when it comes to poetry.
I'll list my favorite poems here, ie the ones I advise you to read:
(If you only have to read one poem, I advise
- Shakespeare's lost letter OR Mystical Fight 3, in english
- A Toi OR La survie in french)
- LA SURVIE
- A TOI
- HISTOIRE D'UN OISEAU
- J'ACCUSE LES LIBANAIS
- TU SAIS A QUOI TU RESSEMBLES
- LEGENDE DES CIMES
- LA MALMENEE
- AU SEUIL DE LA DEMENCE
- MYSTICAL FIGHT - The trilogy
- FORBIDDEN LOVE
- SHAKESPEARE'S LOST LETTER
- ARE WE STRANGERS NOW
- THAT'S HOW DIES A HEART THAT ACHES
- HOPE'S FUNERAL
And mostly I treasure the poems written to those who have touched my life:
- A DREAM TO REVIVE, A PAIN TO KILL (to Joyce)
- MY SISTER, MY FRIEND (To May)
- A L'INNOCENCE (A Amani, Maria & Patricia)
- REMERCIEMENTS AU COLLEGE (A mon collège)
I've also added a category of funny poems I've written, at least ones that I consider funny. They're under the name 'Funny -...'. I've also added some of my best productions during the 'A Poem A Day' project.
Rita El Khoury Poems
Funny - Fat Cat
Once, there was a white cat Who was really, really fat So fat She looked like a bat
A Poem A Day - Shopping With A Friend
Shopping with a friend is cool There's nothing forbidden, no rule And no parents to say what's suitable Or to tell you what's unaffordable,
My Sister, My Friend
Today, I feel like I've spent all of my life wandering Waiting for some kind of miracle, for someone or something, I feel like being a unique child was written in my fate Because meeting my sister wasn't meant to make me wait.
A Dream To Revive, A Pain To Kill
No more words to speak No more eyes to seek... I am once again on my own Facing this desert of stone
Au Seuil De La Démence
Comment supporter le cruel silence Qui brûle et consume le reste d'espoir Qui dévore la dernière miette de patience Et laisse le coeur prêt à choir
A Poem A Day - Studying Pharmacy
Studyin' pharmacy ain't easy, I've been told By many people, some young and some old... Well, let me tell you, I'm not a 'nerd' So take off your lips this ugly word.
Outside, the sun is rising up once more But she can’t find anything to wake up for, Desperately lying on her little bed Remembering every tear she has shed,
Shakespeare's Lost Letter
Dear Lady, deep in the sand and the dust My soul was meant to burn, rot and rust When I met thee, in me, arose love and lust For I found a heart, to worship and trust,
A Poem A Day - Rap Duel In A Movie Theat...
She stopped silently behind his chair And whispered 'let's play truth and dare' Shocked as he was, he didn't know what to say After she interrupted his movie, in a strange way.
All in black dressed, dark procession Hand in hand, walking in apprehension Weakened and ephemeral memory That once was immortality and glory.
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?
A Poem A Day - Sweet Sunday
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.
A Poem A Day - Long Way
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
A Poem A Day - Shoe Lace And Thyme Bag
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
De petits frissons secouaient sa peau,
Sa chair tressaillait à tout instant,
Ses cheveux, ayant quitté le chapeau,
Bondissaient à chaque soufflé de vent.
Un joyeux sourire, charmant et discret
Se dessinait sur ses minces lèvres,
Une ombre de joie se faufilait en secret
Derrière son regard brûlant de fièvre.
Ses jambes l’emportaient, enjouées,