Short Charon Poems

Behold the river
Where Charon plies his grim trade
Ferrying the dead...

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On the river Styx, 
Charons’ boat moves quite slowly; 
the passage solemn; 
it will cost you for the ride.
Charon does not work for free.

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The pussycat boasted nine lives,
and nearly as many ex-wives.
As they peeled away,
“We’ve got him!” they’d say,
but Charon still sails the Maldives.
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yet it is the price of war,
though blood does flow,
 the bloody more,
mankinds curse is frightening,
and death speaks in the writing,
old Charon pulls the oar,
on the Styx yet evermore,
glazed eyes have coins, providing,
passage by deaths door,
no war is not inviting....


Don Johnson...

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Porgie George, Little Jack Horner
Kissed a girl off in a corner
They were all thumbs and made her cry
Offed in prison, absent mourners.

Peter Piper, Peter Peter
Killed a girl and tried to eat her.
The cops dispatched each with a shell;
They help Charon, Limbo’s greeters.
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Charon 2001
by Michael R. Burch

I, too, have stood—paralyzed at the helm
watching onrushing, inevitable disaster.
I too have felt sweat (or ecstatic tears) plaster
damp hair to my eyes, as a slug’s dense film
becomes mucous-insulate. Always, thereafter
living in darkness, bright things overwhelm.

Originally published by The Neovictorian/Cochlea...

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Voices in me flaming head,

wont shut up, who is Fred?

pull yer head in bloody nong,

no i don't need a sarong,

go to bed. 


schitzo phrenia...was it mate,     {that Andrea Dietrich got me?)

volume blows the ear wax late,

get a grip below the ears,

choking now as blackness nears,

Charon handing out the beers,

unholy is me fate??? 

thanks Andrea...

Don Johnson 4-aug-11...

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