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.
Categories:
secondment, anxiety, confidence, depression,
Form: Rhyme
The Stylishness
Coming back he felt like a man sitting
on a train going home from seeing the blue angel.
Besides a person who was on secondment
from the army so often he was a now a colonel and
knew the railway system in Germany.
He had been on a bender for days and, the room
where he woke up was dingy and needed, and all
he needed was a cold bottle
of beer not for him but his shakes.
His thoughts of beer were interrupted by a knock
on the door, it was the army officer on secondment
saying goodbye he was off on another train
had been promoted as well to a higher rank,
I congratulated him saw him disappearing down the hall.
Discipline! That`s what is needed, with that he got
up had a shower, walked out with nonchalance. Which
wasn`t tricky at a downtrodden hotel.
Categories:
secondment, age, anti bullying, arabic,
Form: Blank verse