NICE!!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva

Beautiful poetry is this Beautiful Love. Wonderful Kenny.....

A pleasure to read you, Kenny. Thank you for sharing your gifts. Love and peace to you,

Regis

The Orient seems to be bringing out the mellow and the gentle in you, Ken... you seem to be back in your purer flows of consciousness away from the granite fronts of Glasgow... Can quite see you peering into placid pools amid graceful water lilies and origami boats, breathing deeply and easily and striking a cross-limbed meditative pose... Your spirituality goes deeper and deeper the further away you go........ Let me know what you find on the Dark Side of the Moon... not Pink Floyd, I hope! :)) This Lunatic is on the Grass agin!! :)) And money?! Now that's a gas... and a dirty word where you are, I'll be bound... I'll bow deeply and courteously and say goodnight... or is it good morning where you are? Postcard, please.... :)) LOL Madame Katapilla xx

Nope you'll never get me to eat the haggis but I will forever listen to the scottish talk! Love is as your first poem states :-) Wonderful sharing.

I have enjoyed this "Beautiful Love".


Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU

There's Robert Burns and then there's Kenny Baez--two gifted poets worth spending time reading over and over again. With that in mind, this two-for-one BEAUTIFUL LOVE was a pleasure indeed.
Aberjhani

Great write. Love Robert Burns.

Wonderul words, Kenny! Love is not having to make a slave out of us. - That is so true!

Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel

wonderful!

Love is more about not controlling someone than it will ever be about making a slave of them. If there is not equality and mutual respect, then the relationship will not be one of mutual loving. This is beautiful, Kenny.
Take care,
Sherry

great Kenny, just great. beautiful words from the heart.

I hope you recited this to her, Kenny. And I have missed you. Hope all is going well for you. Have you made it to China yet? Pick me up a calligraphy set, bring it to the place where you are putting your pillow these days, and fill the brass well plate with ink, the finest, blackest you can find, and write a poem with that Chinese paper brush, and stamp it with the ink chop. I will think of you in the morning when I do my Zen Buddha meditation out where the foxes dip their tail in my meadow...be well, my friend. Blessed Be...

Sage

Let's do all the things we dream avout...excellent plea of values Kenny. Been missing you.
Susan