Always Exploring The Ruby
A Tribute To A Jewel!
Ruby is certainly a "Gem" of the hubpages!
This "Pearl" has inspired a lot of poetry.
One reason may be the enthusiasm that she shows.
It's the love that she shows to other hubbers.
Look around the hubs.
You will run into a bunch of love from an "Always Exploring" Ruby on the "hubs".
This "Pearl" is a great writer with a great heart!
Below are comments left for Always Exploring:
Watching The Waves
The white caps danced across the shore.
And now my memories ask for more.
There was never enough time to share.
And now I ask, "Why can't we be there?"
Can't we live just one more day,
And have that day never go away?
Freeze this memory so warm.
Take my hand and take my arm.
Love me and turn back the clocks.
Let's watch those white caps pound those rocks.
Hold me as the water sprays,
As we hope for endless days,
Of love and skies
and loving eyes.
Make permanent this day at the sea.
Let's love forever and just let us be,
Watching as the waves pound all of our rocks.
Lipstick on that collar,
Can make a sweet girl holler,
It's a bitter pill to swaller,
Throw him out and give him a dollar,
To call his other and again feel smaller.
But hold your head high and be a little taller!
I think that I shall never see,
A tree weeping like a Willow tree.
The limbs and leaves bow to the ground,
Where they meet is an obvious frown.
The tree lives on beyond human years,
And the leaves become the willow's tears.
I'll Carry The Bags, You Carry The Tune
If my wish were Always true,
I'd wish I could hit the road with you!
Alas, I can't carry a tune or play a tune.
But my Dear, you make me swoon.
I'll try to rhyme,
if you'll sing sometime.
Let her rip, let her wail,
and on a musical tour we'll sail!
From coast to coast,
you'll be the most!
I'll carry your bags
while you carry a tune.
Just once in a while -
shoot me a "honey moon"!
Sorry Ruby- it got away from me!
I can't carry a tune in a bag,but i wish!I love your poetic poem.
Boy! we could have a ball
Travel on down to Arkansas
Cross the line into Missouri
We don,t have to be in 'no' hurry
We might even catch up with ole Merle in Okie country
He might even remember me
Since i made him a lot of money
Singing my song of heart ache and tears
Of course it's been a lot of years
Once upon a time in Nashville.
Pickin' and Grinnin'
You can pick your nose.
You can pick your friends.
You can pick some brains.
But when you're picking ends,
Don't pick me,
to pick your cotton.
Those old times,
are best forgotten.
But perhaps we should,
give picking cotton a try.
Perhaps rebuild our textiles,
work for less, but really get by.
And feel our worth,
from God's green earth.
I say we should,
Try to manufacture,
our own clothes.
Another Saint was so well known.
Mahatma Gandhi spun his own.
This is not,
merely a whim.
for I want to be,
just like him!
You washed your brain
with "Two and a Half Men".
'Everybody loves Raymond, with the "King of Queens",
But whatever else is behind the scenes?
You wonder what you did before.
You enjoyed "The View", and "Joy Behor"!
Did you play Spider Solitaire,
With rollers in your hair?
Life is a little different on your computer,
but you're still just as cute - even cuter!
I love riding a ferry!
Most folks are merry on the ferry.
They're along for a ride,
and a very different view of the countryside!
I like your rhyme of the ferry ride
i,ts fun, you just flow with the tide
it,s amazing how many people live on the waterways
some in coves, others on the beautiful bays
I,d like to live on top of the hill
and watch all the people til i get my fill
You really are swell,
Wishing in a well!
For others' welfare,
Could I have more hair?
But there are fears,
Please- not in my ears!
I just have a spot,
It's not a lot.
It's silly, I suppose,
It's leaving the top, and coming out my nose!
Today when i toss my penny into the well
I,ll think of Micky, and his requested wishes
I,ll wish for him hair galore
but just down the back, not reaching the floor
then i,ll wish for no hair in the nose or ears
perhaps this will alleviate some of his fears
I might even toss an extra penny or two
So all of his wished for dreams will come true
I love the old rag lady with her shopping cart piled high!
With a heart as big as the sky!
She owns me with the way that she gives!
She has but one life- that she gives.
Let's keep a stiff upper lip,
As we slip and trip!
It's a solemn occasion,
No sense for abrasion!
How do I get out of here,
As I smile from ear to ear!
I don't think your story is wrong.
I think you're singing a very good song.
I think it's great to catch people unaware!
Like when Goldilocks killed all three of those bears!
Let me tell you 'bout Lil Red Riding Hood.
They try to say that she was doing good!
But what was she doing in the hood in that hood?
what was she doing in the hood?
like you said, she was up to no good
she said she was going to see granma, who was sick
i got a feeling she was pulling a trick
humpty dumpty saw her pass by
he said he watched her and the woodsman
so she was telling a big fat lie
they say as they left the woods together
it came up a terrible storm and tornado like weather
the three little pigs made it through the storm
their house still standing
so no cause for alarm
little jack horner who was sitting in the corner
moved in the wolves house
thinking, maybe later he would joiner
We All Came From Somewhere
We all came from somewhere!
Some without underwear!
Times were hard in the new land.
They saw a better future and a better man,
If perhaps they had remained,
What would they have attained?
Nothing ventured nothing gained.
They sought the better world.
In their souls it was ingrained.
It's a constant test,
To make our worlds the best.
And that is why they came,
To build a better life,
And play a fairer game.
Gone With A Wind!
Gone With The Wind are my hopes and schemes,
We'll live and love another day in school-girl dreams!
Gone With The Wind again,
We'll dream again, and again begin.
Gone with the wind
that tornado really blew
it stripped me of everything
but i,ll build it all back once more
with a little help from my friends
i,ll close that storm door
Love is obscured,
As life is endured.
A simple look back,
Is all that we lack!
I was looking back to see
if you were looking back at me
when i ran into that parked car door
and wound up on the floor
now i,m layed up in bed
with a knot on my head
from this day forward, i,ll look straight ahead
if i don,t,
i,ll be dead
For The Least Of These
Make this America's number one creed.
Let's all be diligent and plant this seed.
For kindness is the warmth we need,
And so it is, the fire we feed.
Hold the weak and humble high.
Cross our hearts and hope to die.
For God can see from His home on high,
And God will erase the tear from the eye.
What better banner can we wave?
For love is the Son that the Father gave.
Take all of life's prosperity.
Give me only - sincerity.
Lift the weak.
Bless the meek.
For in the end,
Cold apathy is a sin.
Warm yourselves with days well spent,
Love and compassion are heaven sent.
"Whatever you do for the least of these,
You do for me, and know -
it is God that you please."
Ruby’s true story response:
“The Mouse Who lived In A Church Instead Of A House”
I bet my little mouse friend felt the same way.
You are so clever.
Your poetic rhyme
Is right on time
Full bellies for some
Hungry little mouse had none
The little choir boy will see that he has food to eat
Cos the little mouse to him is a wonderful treat.
I,m so glad to see you. Your poem is
so true, for Gold,
It means nothing when you're hungry and cold
Love and compassion are the greatest gift man can give
To the down trodden Whose hope is just to live
So many look the other way
When they see poor people every day
Stop and offer a helping hand
Do whatever you can
If you can't give with a gift of money
Give your time, serving in the kitchens
And they will say,"God bless you honey"
Below are more hubs of tribute. Gee! That's most of what I do!
Fellow Hubber: The Falsely Accused And Wrongly Imprisoned
Fellow Hubber: MFB III-Poet, Artist, ETC.-CREATOR-Extraordinaire
Fellow Hubber: Thank You Sa'ge For Being Here Now
Fellow Hubber: An Epigram To Epigramman
Fellow Hubber: My Name Is Ralwus
Fellow Hubbers: Give Me Old Friends
Fellow Hubber: Dear Sage - I Need A Word - Please
Fellow Hubber: How Could I Not Write of Love to You?
Fellow Hubber: Warm Yourself With Thoughts Of Love
Fellow Hubber: What Purpose Is The Shattered Heart?
Fellow Hubber: I Could Write A Heart Felt Book
HAVE I TOLD YOU LATELY THAT I LOVE YOU -- VAN MORRISON
God bless you Ruby for inspiring so many!
My First Tribute And Other Tributes:
My first tribute to a hubpages hubber was to Rossimobis.
I stopped by his hubs and was delighted.
His following was small. I saw more value than others got to see.
I wandered around the hubs and ran into MFB.
MFB is one of the most prolific poets I've seen and his scores and followers didn't match his talents.
So I wrote my first two tributes because the numbers did not add up.
Since then I've written many "tribute hubs".
Some have been by chance in some ways.
The hubbers I've written these for have honestly inspired me to write poems and/or "tribute hubs".
I'm inspired to write by these people.
This isn't a get rich scheme.
If I did this totally emotionally or totally cerebrally, Petra Vlah would have a tribute already.
50 Caliber would already have his.
I mean to include many hubbers or - I surely do not mean to exclude any hubbers.
I suggest "tributes" for inspiring YOUR favorite hubbers. You will visit other hubs and be inspired. We can't help it. So if you're inspired to cough up some words that were thought, and then you've left them with the hubber, then why not retrieve your words and devote them as you did originally - to that hubber?
It's okay to let others know that someone else has turned your light on.
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