David Kavanagh Poet Monoku

When Nothing Gray Matters

ain’t it strange the human brain ~ as an organ itself can feel no pain 

stab it slice it smash it to bits ~ will feel not a thing but spasm and fit

   yet brains process that nagging itch ~ formication to be filthy rich

stroke of luck for pain unfelt ~ crawling sensation of poor bards wealth 

from tics and twitches to iou’s ~ this rhymester pays his monthly dues 


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David Kavanagh

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Robert Lindley June 9, 2023 at 3:18 PM A fine and a very interesting poem my friend. Human brain tells us we have two hearts, one in the flesh and one in the mind. Your poem stirs the mind. God bless... David Kavanagh June 9, 2023 at 4:22 PM Thank you Robert, some people think I have no heart at all let alone two lol, although you’re right the brain is geared toward duality, The enteric nervous system that regulates our gut is often called the body's ‘second brain’ there really is more to the human condition than meets the eye, cheers David

Jan Allison May 1, 2023 at 9:02 AM eeek i don't want my brain sliced or stabbed - I don't want to be rich just a poor poet I am lol:-) hugs Jan xx David Kavanagh May 1, 2023 at 10:51 AM Amazing isn’t it Jan, the brain itself has no pain receptors, yet it’s the organ that processes all pain, makes perfect sense, hey I’m making a fortune out of my poetry, so my brain keeps telling me lol, cheers David

Arlo Parker April 27, 2023 at 8:13 PM Clever brain drain, DK. ~:0) David Kavanagh April 28, 2023 at 5:13 AM Thanks Arlo, I’m delighted this one came together so well, cheers David

Victor Buhagiar April 27, 2023 at 11:14 AM Quite imaginative. David Kavanagh April 27, 2023 at 12:40 PM Thank you Victor, I really like this one myself, cheers David

I Am Anaya April 25, 2023 at 8:39 PM Really enjoyed this, David "Poetry On Trial" I’m going to indict poetry, for infecting my soul Does it serve any purpose, or totally out of control This may seem quiet strange, perhaps unorthodox Peruse this if you will, whilst it’s head layeth on the block I Am Anaya April 26, 2023 at 10:27 AM Glad to here it David! David Kavanagh April 26, 2023 at 8:12 AM Heya Anaya, I haven’t read that one in ages it was one of my first, when I’d Just got the poetry bug, think I was trying to express my ambivalence with poetry, so I decided to put it on trial, thanks for resurrecting, I might reprint this with a few little nuances, cheers David

Paula Goldsmith April 23, 2023 at 10:19 AM A creative write. Something to think about. Have a blessed day.............. David Kavanagh April 23, 2023 at 10:43 AM I Always like to hear that Paula, it means a lot, cheers David

I Am Anaya April 22, 2023 at 6:33 PM Who judges on judgement day? A non- human, gray matters! David, David, David wake up! There are no actual insects on or beneath your skin, but you feel as if there are. Interesting concept, I loved it! David Kavanagh April 23, 2023 at 2:22 AM Heya Anaya, no insects under my skin, but some bugs like to think they crawl upon it, perhaps I’m swatting off a few here, even the two legged ones! Thanks for stopping by, cheers David