Mojo Poems - Poems about Mojo

Gumption

With a hitch in my get-along
which set me wrong
my get-up-and-go
is sadly misplaced
it done got up and went
cannot be traced
it's really too tragic
my mojo is spent
I need someone who
versed in voodoo
will weave their magic
do some hoodoo
come through with the juju
who'll hand me an amulet
give me a charm
which won't go amiss
so I draw no harm
with a little

Mojo

They sit for hours in the room going around in circles, jaws moving up and down their faces and tongue lashing out around the place. They have a special look on their face with the old pine tree printed on their skins and birds feather flying around in stained ink and traditions keep dragging their

Has anyone seen my mojo

Has anyone seen my mojo? I know I had it here
But lately it has gone astray, no longer lurking near. 

Maybe it’s on secondment to another more in need
to be asked would have been nice though,then we could have all agreed. 

My ‘get up and go’ has scarpered, 
it has done a midnight flit,
If you

Moonlight Mojo

At the time of ethereal elegance of twilight,
Whenever a voluptuous moon
lolls low on a silvery serene sea
and gilds the canopy of trees,
the hilltops, the meandering streams
and the languorously reclining lakes.

My muse appears to me 
from nowhere like a dream,
Like a flash of inspiration 
to a muddled mind and
evokes moods of mystical ecstasy.

She glides gracefully towards

Vigilent Mojo

I discovered the mystery 
Of her painted runic stone 
Immediately upon opening 
The dainty envelope 
She'd so thoughtfully sealed 
With a Valentine sticker. 
With comforting impact 
It dropped unexpectedly 
Into my conveniently located hand.
(Conveniently unexpected 
And unexpectedly located, 
With immediate and comforting impact.) 
And in the moment of discovery, 
I recalled the perfect sweetness 
Of

America's Superman

President Biden's been working since dawn. It's obvious he's got his mojo on. It's been refreshing and rather stunning, to see how he's hit the ground running. Our breath of hope in a hurting land, America's superman.

Spiral Into the Spring - Narcissism Now

Puller of a big shell home, no hobo
Tracked brightest of silver patterns
Bold snail, Hugh wobbled with mojo 
Hubris resumes his powerful status

Side to side saunter, his slimy slide
Tells everyone of bombastic confidence 
Temptations, his charms quickly aquire
Conquests met get exactly what he wants

Big ego feeds his sanguine superior
Fragile actuality of shell's thin build
Ignores Hugh's vulnerable

Mojo

Magic charm

     Of you is...

        Just so doggone...

            Overpowering!


Date written: 07/26/2020

Where's My Mojo

I seem to have lost 
the thing called MoJo
don't know why 
or where it did go
now everything
is moving kind of slow
can't seem to do a thing
lots of grey, no more bling
no more wild, no more crazy
feeling old and really lazy
if you see it, in case it shows
please let me know 
where my MoJo goes

The Mojo Within--Blues Poem 13

The Blues fills my memory,
all emptiness gone

Its Harp laying claim,
my soul to belong

Little Walter cries out
‘that same old somethin’ again

Jimmy Reed to remind us
—of the mojo within

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2019)

Dog Mojo

Dog Mojo


My dog named Boho...
     Met a mystical Dojo.
           Boho found his Buddhist mojo.

Panagiota Romios
4/14//2019

My Mojo Light- Blues Poem 12

My days and nights
  death in between
  trouble in front—behind

The devil hijacking my
  fondest dream
  trouble in front—behind

She said she loved me
  then said it twice
  trouble in front—behind

The day I got fired
  she turned to ice
  trouble in front—behind

I pass out stoned
  and wake up

My Mojo and Good Morning Joe

My Mojo and Good Morning Joe

When I woke up so did my mojo,
While watching Good Morning Joe,
I had  realized,
Well organized;
He told me what I needed to know.

Jim Horn

Black Crow Mojo

"Black Crow Mojo"



I walk within my Cave of Dreams
Labyrinths that forever wind and turn
Deeper I journey inwards and evermore inwards
Keeping close the keys to secret doorways to 
The Outer World.

Am I looking for her?
The Long Lost Girl?
Or am I leading you further 
and further, into my arms,
into the arms of my wonderful world?

Like breadcrumbs, 
I

Last Mojo Child - Blues Poem 14

You is what you is,
  and you ain’t what you ain’t

The last Mojo Child,
 —of the love and the hate

 (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2017)

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