Always Exploring The Ruby

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!

Always Exploring has always inspired me. Often I've tried to leave a poetic comment at her beautiful poems. Always is forever leaving her wonderful poetry around hubpages. Check out Always Exploring.

Below are comments left for Always Exploring:

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,

Two lovers,

                 no agenda,

                                  no shoes,

                                                 no socks,

                                                         Watching as the waves pound all of our rocks.

Micky Dee

@A poem,White caps danced across the shore

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!

Micky

@A poem,Lip stick on his favorite shirt

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.

Micky

@The Weeping Willow Tree

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!

Micky

@A poem,I'm taking that mid-night train to Nashville

Always Response:

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,

                        I suppose,

                                         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!

Micky Dee

@If i ever get out of this world alive

"Jeopardy"

You washed your brain

                                     with "CNN",

Recorded "Ellen"

                         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!

Micky

@Trying to remember what life was like before Hubpages

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!

Micky

@Having a fun-filled day at the boondocks

Always Response:

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

Wishing Well?

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!

Micky

@Tossing pennies into a wishing well

Always Response:

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.

@The old man and his monkey Eddy

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!

Micky

@Laughing at my friends father,s funeral

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?

Micky

@A confused mixture of fairy tales

Always response:

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.

Micky

@Have ' We the people forgotten that we all came here from some place'?

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.

Micky

@A poem, Gone but not forgotten

Always response:

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

Lost chances.

                     Solo dances.

Love is obscured,

                          As life is endured.

A simple look back,

                              Is all that we lack!

Micky

@you really never looked at me

Always response:

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

or else,

                         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."

Micky

@A poem,The little mouse who lived in the church instead of a house

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.

Micky,

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"

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Tina Turner

Major Taylor-A World Champion 1878-1932

Al Green-A Soul Man

A Poem For Don Quixote

A Poem For Major Taylor

John Prine

Muhammed Ali

Ode To A Unicorn

Ode To Anne Moody-Civil Rights Activist

A Valentine For My Hubpaging Valentines

Willie Nelson

Viva Zapata

Running With Scissors-Semper Fi Stanley Patrick

Hard And Beautiful Stories Told Well! by Rossimobis

Fellow Hubber: The Falsely Accused And Wrongly Imprisoned

Fellow Hubber: MFB III-Poet, Artist, ETC.-CREATOR-Extraordinaire

Marquis de Sade-Bob Scofield's Ride 2010

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April 23, 24, 2010 Carrboro Tarwheels and The Bicycle Wheel Of Adam O'Neil

An Ode To Three Possums In The Middle Of The Road

April 28, 2010 Union Groovin' To Hillsbro- Tarwheels Salute Alan Schmacher

Cliff-I Just Can't See You Gone! May 1, 2010

To My Brother Paul

God, Thank You For Bringing Our Soldier Home!

The Little School Teacher And Big Business!

A Man Named Pearl

Joan Baez

An Ode To: The Wise Old Man - Woody Graham, Bicycle Bum

Fellow Hubber: Thank You Sa'ge For Being Here Now

Fellow Hubber: An Epigram To Epigramman

My Buddy Dave - The Birthday Ride - Whacky Facts

Fellow Hubber: My Name Is Ralwus

The King Of The Mountain

Fellow Hubbers: Give Me Old Friends

Fellow Hubber: Dear Sage - I Need A Word - Please

Jack Benny - the Satchel Paige of Comedy!

I Miss Your Rooster Tail!

Fellow Hubber: How Could I Not Write of Love to You?

Fellow Hubber: Warm Yourself With Thoughts Of Love

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Fellow Hubber: I Could Write A Heart Felt Book

Brummets Creek Fire October 2000 Mitchell County, NC

Always Exploring,

                             please keep my heart soaring.

Here's hoping that you're okay.

                                              I love seeing you,

                                                                     and reading your work every day.

You are one of the best.

                      You write from your heart.

                                                    I'll drop by your place soon,

                                                                               You're a beautiful work of art!

You know I'm Always Adoring-

                                                   that Always Exploring!

                           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.

I saw Hard And Beautiful Stories Told Well.

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.

Tonymac, prasetio, pmccray, Peggy W, Darlene Sabella, BobbiRant, saddlerider, MartieCoetser, and ETC. Hundreds or so people would already had a tribute by me, if these were done by merit.

I mean to include many hubbers or - I surely do not mean to exclude any hubbers.

Many folks are inspired by folks like the folks above, Epigramman, Ralwus, and so many that how can we go over them all?!

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.