I’m away for a while,
So my thoughts they maybe slow,
I need a little space,
To let my feelings flow.

I’m back in the place,
That I love the most,
To sit and reflect,
On the ghosts of my past.

There are things deep inside,
That I need to let go,
Some feelings to face,
And emotions to show.

And here I can wander,
Or sit by the sea,
And if I need to shout,
There’s nobody but me.

I can’t quite explain,
Why this place feels like home,
Why I find so much peace,
When I’m here on my own.

Perhaps it’s the ocean,
The wind and the sky,
A place where I’m free,
To laugh or to cry.

There’s space here to think,
There’s space here to walk,
There’s space here for silence,
And space here to talk.

No need for pretence,
No one I must please,
Just me and my thoughts,
And the sound of the breeze.

I’m not running away,
Nor hiding from life,
I’m finding some peace,
Away from the strife.

And maybe that’s why,
This place means so much to me,
Because here, for a while,
I can simply just be me.

© Mikki Tiamo, 2026

I came to my heart’s home,
With questions in my soul,
I sat beside the ocean,
And let the feelings flow.
I listened to the silence,
To the wind, the waves, the sea,
And somewhere in that stillness,
I found a little more of me.
I came here seeking answers,
To things I couldn’t know,
But home gave me something greater,
The peace to let them go.

An Ode to McFaddens pasties, in St Just, Penwith

McFadden’s pasties,
They’re the best,
The best I’ve ever tried.
Believe me when I say,
“I’ve eaten lots in my time!”

For I have travelled near and far,
Across the Cornish land,
But whenever I’m in St Just,
I want a McFadden’s pasty in my hand!

The butcher’s counter,
Stocked right well,
With quality products too,
But even if I’m buying meat,
A pasty I must have too!

So try their pasties,
If you dare,
They really don’t disappoint,
In my opinion,
They’re the best,
And I’ll gladly make that point!

For of all the pasties
I’ve ever had,
From near and far away,
It’s McFadden’s pasties
That I want,
Every single day!

As I sit alone
As quiet as a mouse
I hear this noise
Like it fills my house
A constant beat
It is my heart
Beating loudly
But broken now

The noise I hear
Inside my head
Constant beating
Means that I’m not dead
But sometimes recently
It is so loud
I often wonder
Should I be proud

The silence broken
It’s really loud
The noise I hear
A constant sound
A ticking time bomb
But not to explode
It reminds me though
I’m alive

My heart I wonder
If it will break
My emotional sorry
It’s mine to make
The constant beating
I wonder how
It sounds so loud
Like an external sound

I wish my heart
Was not so heavy
Heartbreak sucks
Like a broken levy
Don’t want this pain
Inside of me
But my heart beats heavy
Constantly!

 

Photo by Satyam Pathak on Unsplash

Like a fart in a bottle
Trapped inside
No where to go
And no where to hide
Caught in a jar
Screwed in tight
Sealed inside, smelling of shite!

Like a fart in a bottle
I bounce off the sides
Constantly going around inside
Thoughts they ricochet
Off the insides
Going around inside my mind
Sometimes wish
That I was dead

Like a fart in a bottle
I fester and rot
Continually smelling
A decomposing lot
The fowl stench
Inside this jar
Make me wonder
how long I will last

Like a fart in a bottle
Trapped, I am
A million thoughts
About who I am
I ruminate badly
About things in the past
But nothing lasts
And I’m sure of that
but just know, I’ve had a blast

Like a fart in a bottle
The lid released
To stay in the jar now
Would be so rude at least
So I linger just a little
But escape at last
To experience the outside
And make people gasp

Like a fart in a bottle
Trapped no more
I’m free of this vessel
Alone, once more
But my stench
Is no more now
Rose scented, not foul
As I go and explore
The beautiful world

 

Photo by Souro Souvik on Unsplash

The M62
A UK motorway,
Spanning from East to West
Unless you’re a Scouser
Then it’s East,
And down to the best

Everyday driving
I do, travel thee
And you drive me mad
As mad, as can be
With your multiple pile ups
And traffic so slow

The highest motorway point
Built in this fair land
Glorious views, over Manchester
But, no time to look
A motorway so busy
you can’t really look

Traffics so bad
For all to see
With multiple collisions
Accidents, daily from junction 1 to 38
Nowhere in this motorway
Are you actually safe

The constant roadworks, I see
Since I could drive
Ner, 40 years, 40 years of my life
Sat parked, but not, a parked queue
Every day spend time
Almost, daily on you

Driving the dangerous lanes
With drivers, who care, not a jot
Driving like muppets
Really for what?
A circus of idiots
i see them a lot

Speeding, dodging and weaving
Lane discipline, not
And lorry’s who sit
Right up your arse
They can see your dinner
From the night before

Audi and BMW drivers
On a personal quest
To beat their personal, drive home best
Driving at speed, no care for the rest
Who plod on regardless
And don’t hope for the best

No indication
Just pull out you c**t!
Emergency braking
More times than I, care to count
Traffic backs up
And we all, slow down

Reports of a jam, on the radio news
I know I’m sat in it
20 minutes ago this information could use
So now I’ve got the M62 blues
And going nowhere
I’ll be late, yet again, of that I am sure

Sirens are blazing
Emergency services, pass us all by
Hope everyone’s okay
And nobody, died
Motorway, now coned off
Traffic movement is fooked

As we drive past
An overturned van
Man sat, on the shoulder
With his head, in his hands
Doesn’t look injured
Can’t say the same for his van

Everyone one frowning
Theres no cause for smiles
Everyday carnage
I hear everyone sigh!
But on this stretch of motorway
Just another day, in paradise

The M62, worst motorway I actually drive
And sometimes I wonder
At my destination
How I actually, arrived
Today was a good day
I got home alive

I’d say I’m a good driver
Approaching a few million miles
But this motorway
It fills me, with dread
The standard of driving
Seen better from the dead and the blind

Really no choice
the only real way
So, sit on your tarmac
And endure this motorway, everyday
This road it does me
M62, you’re the bane of my life