Mojo Poems | Examples

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 gris-gris
to take up the slack
and make sure my moxie
is right back on track

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 see it send it back before 
I lose the will, and quit. 

I know it’s round here somewhere, 
maybe I can lure it out? 
I need to wake my brain up, 
need to holler, twist and shout! 

My mojo is essential! 
It’s what drives me to aspire
I need to get it back 
before my brain starts to expire. 

I know it’s not gone fully, 
it’s just hiding in my fear,
So if I coax it gently  
maybe it will reappear. 
 
So summoning all my power 
to locate the missing zing,
Digging deep within me 
makes my mojo start to sing.

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 me 
like an elusive wreath of smoke
and gathers me in her embrace
like a silken robe 
hovering around me 
like a whiff of fragrance.

She appears as a stirring
source of fantasy and vision,
Like the magnificent Northern lights
displaying luminous draperies
on a star-spangled polar nights,
Like a spectacular rainbow burst
after an intense shower
Like a shooting star
Like a blessed apparition;

I take her, as one would,
a reluctant bride
with gentle persuasion 
and resilient arms.
 

~Contest: My Muse
~Sponsor: Regina McIntosh

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 her Cheshire smile 
As she stood self-confidently 
On the sidewalk of the thoroughfare, 
Like a danger girl who had captured 
A spy boy's complete attention 
With effortless persuasion. 
That’s typical of her. 
Does her mojo ever sleep?

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.

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 hard
  trouble in front—behind

With time my warden
  and sentence scarred
  trouble in front—behind

My children’s names
  now others call
  trouble in front—behind

The doctor warns…
  “Not one more fall”
  trouble in front—behind

Excuses inked
  across my chest
  trouble in front—behind

The good got better
  but the worst got best
  trouble in front—behind

My eyes stay swollen
  my mojo light
  trouble in front—behind

The river rolling
  the falls in sight
  trouble in front—behind

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2018)

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

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)

Jaded Mojo Faded

Jaded mojo has faded
Quelled knelled chime dulled and muffled
No longer heard nor noticed
Surfeit of sameness plated

Moon Mojo

Ha, like a shy bride coyly blushing
the moon veils behind the earth's shadow
knowing not what this night is flaunting
before showing her amazing glow!


~10/01/15
~"Supermoon Eclipse" contest by Eve Roper

Missing: Jack Ellison's Mojo

My 'Cyber Brother' Jack has lost his mojo
I know it’s cos he’s missing our lovely Flo
Please read his poem and sign his petition
To bring Flo back is his greatest ambition


Written in tribute to my lovely ‘cyber brother Jack Ellison' and FL Thomas
Jack needs 25 comments and he will send his work to Flo – please help so we can get Jack’s sparkle back

Jan Allison
14th April 2014

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