Is Bret Michaels Replacing Simon Cowell?
Bret Michaels was near death earlier this year, but pulled through, became the new “Celebrity Apprentice” and performed for millions of people on “American Idol” with Casey James.
After his health scares and unbelievable recovery, word on the street is that Bret may replace Simon Cowell on “American Idol.”
Bret reveals how that rumor got started.
Take a look.
Tell Us:Do you think Bret Michaels would be a good replacement for Simon? Who else do you think the “Idol” producers should consider?
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Thursday July 15th, 2010 at 11:00 am
Wendy!
how you doin?
first i wanna say i am a new watcher! but i love the show! i watch u every time i get a chance. i am not as old as most of your viewers but I’m close. I’m really just writing to say that the lady that posted here yesterday at 11:45 is talking about how she wants to die and no one even wrote anything about it i think it is really sad and she does not need to die she just needs some help and people to pay attention!!!!!!
love u windy!
Wednesday July 14th, 2010 at 8:03 pm
OH yeah! Bring on the Bretster! My husband and I are both fans. He showed that he is an honest stand-up guy when he was on The Apprentice. He is the only person from the list we have seen that could pull it off, that is besides YOU Wendy! You or Bret, the only two choices!
Wednesday July 14th, 2010 at 6:58 pm
Would like to know about ticket for July 15,2010. John Boyd is my husband. Been waiting to get a email back for tickets to morning show. Please let me know it would be a gift to my husband for our wedding anniversary. I’m from Houston,Texas. How you doing. Love you Wendy.
sincerely your, Camil
Wednesday July 14th, 2010 at 6:06 pm
Wendy,
The spirit of Walt Whitman must be happy to see that poetry is coming back.
I hope someone will help her with her situation Maybe Mel Gibson ?
Was great to see Bret Michaels looking well, I get it, his great ambition keeps him
going and I admire him.
Prince should take your advice , He is such a musician .
Wendy, imagine if he did some concerts doing all the Hendrix tunes (awesome)
Bret would be a good judge, Howard, Russel S, Diddy real good.
Some local legends like Dee Snyder and Joan Jett in my opinion would be fun interviews.
Best to show.
Who do you think would be the best judge for A.I ?
Wednesday July 14th, 2010 at 4:48 pm
PLEASE let Bret replace Simon. Give us girls some eye candy to look at. Bret has the sexiest mouth YUM-O!!!
Wednesday July 14th, 2010 at 4:06 pm
Glad to see you back! Missed you a whole lot I want to hear the scoop on how your vacation was and all that you did! I hope to see you in person soon, that would be really nice and also to revisit New York.
Your friend
GenGen
Wednesday July 14th, 2010 at 3:19 pm
Wendy, i think bret should take simons place. He seems like the perfect match for american idol. i don’t think anyone else could match that part but him.
Wednesday July 14th, 2010 at 2:57 pm
Hi Wendy,
Bret Michaels would be a great addition to American Idol. I don’t think anyone can replace Simon, but Bret could hold his own and he knows the business. Bret is a very good choice, the public loves him and there is no doubt he can pull in the viewers.
Wednesday July 14th, 2010 at 2:56 pm
Hello Wendy how u doing.
Good to have you back, missed you.
I personally think Anderson Cooper should replace Larry King.
He is very good at speaking and listening.
I have no one else that will do a good job on the show. So I hope he get
the job.
shellholm@att.net
Wednesday July 14th, 2010 at 2:30 pm
Wendy i dont want to comment on motherhood, none of these children comes with a handbook, so we do the best we can, what i need to know where do you get bras to fit, i cant find a decent bra to fit my double dds, and this is from nature, let me just say i hate bras, those that i find looks like what they used in old days to torture people where can i find a decent bra, without a bone sticking in my ribs, and the first thing i pull off when i get home.
thanks
Wednesday July 14th, 2010 at 2:09 pm
Hi Wendy! I absolutely love Bret Michaels and I really hope he gets to do American Idol. I get to look at his dreamy eyes! Also, I just wanted to say I have a “rainbow” of friends too, but I thought your talk yesterday with Ochochino was COMPLETELY valid. It is wrong to single out one set of women to choose from and completely diss the black women. Thank you so much!!
Wednesday July 14th, 2010 at 11:45 am
Reflections 2010
I in the last three months have never contemplated dying so much in my life. Death surrounds me daily, I look at the world and my five children and I weep bitterly for them. I welcome death, I just have not figured out what would be the best route to go about it. I have thought about robbing someone and my morals will not allow it. I have thought about drugs and I do not know how to even take them. I am utterly and completely assimilated into a society that does not want or appreciate my gifts. I went to college I have a Bachelor’s Degree, started a business, I have been completely crushed by the system. I came up only to fall, I tried to get loans, I even tried to sell my body, but I cannot even do that. I do not know how I am going to provide for my children. I have three babies fathers and none will or can help me. My daughter graduated and now sell drugs, my eldest son is behind bars. I got two boys still to raise and I have very little money to help them. I am set to graduate in May 2011 with my Master’s but the only job I have found so far is 10.75/ hr and that is enough for my rent that is 775.00. I don’ t know what to do, I am scared that I will be evicted soon. My baby sister and her two sons live with me and my sister is doing so badly, I don’t know how to help her and my family is barely assisting me, I simply have run out of options. I don’t want to commit a crime, but I have looked for help and I prayed, fasted- no help. The only thing I can do is prepare something to help my children and family understand. I would like for Daneesha to forgive, I did not mean to take out everything on you. I would like my mother to try to care for her. Nastassja forgive, hopefully you will come out ok. Craig, I don’t know what to tell, Jail maybe the best place for you. Isaiah, I hope your dad will come get you soon, I am really sorry, you are a good, intelligent boy. DaMarQue, YOU are so good and sweet, please do not let this destroy you.- maybe my brother DaNa will help please reach out to him. To all my children please know that mommy loves you, but I am so utterly tired and completely beat down and sad. I do not know how I can provide for you. It breaks my heart, people don’t know the lives the hurt and destroy by the decisions they make. To my family, I was always a child that did not fit in or belong, I found love and gave love where it would accept me. I know that my mommy loved me, but my father was only in it for himself, he’s love was not a unconditional love. To my business partner, Courtney and my employees, I am sorry—This world is so so cold. I want to rest whether in hell or heaven, something has got to be better than this one. No one knows my plans, but after today—I will be at peace. Good Bye.
Kesha
Lioness
Do not come unwittingly in my presence
Let your steps hasteningly walk away
Once I have set my eyes to you its all over,
I’m sizing you up.
I see through your tactics, I smell your fear.
I lick my lips as I attack,
I survey the country defending the helpless,
Roaring for the voiceless, sharpening my claws for the fight,
Digging in with tenacity for the kill, shredding man’s very will.
I give my life to defend the pack,
My heart cries for freedom, Uhuru, and bars won’t hold me back.
The Journey to Me
I went and found that little girl and gave her acceptance.
The awkward teenager I gave her a voice, that battered woman I gave her a strength.
I looked in the mirror traveled deep in her eyes, You’re a Queen I cried.
The walls built kept every out to not witness her pain, never to let them close to see her shame.
They can’t see this awful vulnerability, this ugly weakness.
These dreadful scars on her heart, caused by well-meaning people.
Her weakness was not her adversarial opponent, but her ally.
The tears were not the end of life, but a flood, a cleansing.
Out of the scars grew beauty.
She let so many use her, I came to dislike her.
I had to forgive her, treat her gently, embrace her, invoke her, love her unconditionally.
I never wanted to be alone with her, because I did not like her.
I ran with open arms to her, shouted, AWAKE, I called out KESHA, KESHA, come back to me.
My journey, a pathway, my hiatus to me, never again let anyone neglect your royalty.
I dream of Utopia
I speak two languages, I speak the streets and then I speak professional. I lead two lives, I walk amongst
The darkness and then I walk with another darkness.
I am kindred with one and foreign to the other.
I understand both evils, in a sense I love both worlds; abhorring them the same at different times.
My thoughts are intermixed with dark and light, wrong and right,
Labeling people as if they are things; terming conditions to make people less human;
making ones heart less pliable.
A heart with no empathy grows calloused.
I want to give my hand to this world,
I want them to dream with me.
Tear down all dividers; let me walk as I am,
Let me throw down the façade and be who I be.
Respect is generosity that should be given,
It takes nothing from the giver, but it affects the recipient with self worth.
The positivity from this simple exchange can exact;
and permeate into the darkness of both worlds a change.
Respect is an unobtrusive beam of sunlight gently dispelling darkness.
Dream of a world of with no impartiality,
Invision with me that every child would be safe from abuse;
and all would receive the same quality of education.
I don’t have answers, I am simply asking you to dream,
and the next time you are presented with a chance to hate, extend the light of respect, and dream.
My Seed
My soul felt as though it had come in contact with a depleting spirit.
I reached out to help my community and I was being swallowed by the darkness of apathy.
Oh, I smile a good smile and gave an encouraging word,
But the truth was that I was being absorbed of all that was good in me.
I wanted to run and get help, I searched, there was none that wanted to look at despair
And rename it with me.
It crept in my soul and seeped from my pores.
I wanted to run, but they needed me.
Oh, God not my will, but thine will be done.
I stayed and prayed, and waited, the seeds that I planted will not be in vain.
Oh, I toiled with a chosen few, cried many nights and hoped they would make it through.
I looked for the sunshine on days that were cloudy; I looked for the rainbow after the storm.
I know there would be a sign that will come, a child’s smile, a neighbor’s knod,
A stranger’s friendly acknowledgement, signs that the universe accepted my seed
And my community would be healed. However, there was no sign, just more pain and more violence.
And God’s assurance that things would get better.
My child I have told you that if you sow, that you will reap and all the lives that you touched
will bring a harvest. I will make a way and the seeds that you planted will not be in vain.
So, do not faint and do not be weary, in all that you do,
and here is a your refreshing, I sent a song to a bluebird just for you.
Mountain
I was climbing the mountain, making and facing victories by leaps and bounds,
love came and I did not know what hit me.
My feet were steady, I thought I had a good grip.
Love came like a mighty storm and I began to slip.
I hit the cliff and the contusion was cankerous
How can I get back from this, this love is too dangerous
So, all consuming that I was entranced
The clouds all around blinded my glance
My convictions and guilt like ghosts around me danced
The stab to the back was an infliction that was dreadful
Morbidity and death were companions that lulled me
I had fell from lofty heights and the grave was bidding me
My fall gave me audience to wicked entrapments
I fell in the ocean, I searched for any that would save me
I looked at the shore but none forbade me
I washed in to the embankments of despair
Still bleeding and ripped, still torn and defeated
My bones were crushed, my head was split
No doctor came to heal, more blows came to abound
Pulverized me, as my body hit the ground
My flesh ripped by sharp, cutting rocks
How far I had fallen, gave me this shock
It was bleak, rained daily and I saw no victor
I saw no knight, no castle or light house
It was me left to fight
With no strength and fragmentary
I started back up that mountain
This blood wrenching ascent
Alone still a bit wounded
But alive and determined to find my footing.
A Poem to Friendship
So this is how it ends
The relationship that had to fight to begin
It gasped for breath as it went down as others looked at it with contempt as it drowned
They counted it out so many times; we thought that it would have stood the test of times
However, the foundation was just too feeble, as with termites and corroded wood.
This beautiful thing never could have withstood.
Too many onlookers, praying sand speaking it befall
It was bedamned before its stall.
Not a friendship to remain, not a hug or goodbye.
Not worth a word, or a sigh.
Not worth a tear in your tearstained eye,
The obituary reads hear lies:
A love that could have been
But onlookers did them in.
Destiny
Were you there when God decided my destiny?
Did you say that you would be there to help or hinder me?
As God, the Angels, and the devil surrounded me, which side were you on?
Did you pledge to push me on to success, wipe my tears, heal my bruises?
Tell me now which side were you on?
Or did you say that you would crush me, that would burn all bridges before me?
Thrust me in the side when I just learned to breathe, it’s hard to tell which side you cleave.
The ones against you can seem for you, the one’s for you can seem against you.
I need to know which side you pledge, my destiny now held in a balance,
I have yet to pass this final test.
Where does your allegiance lie—does my paranoia send you off with the rest.
You better tell me now,
Are you the one to, God and Angels, you said I could rely.
Choose now that side, does your heart with my destiny abide
Black Boy
Most of the time my mom worked,
no time for bedtime stories.
Too tired to check my homework,
She was working late, so into the night I crept.
She hardly even noticed that me and my little brother’s time was not kept,
In the streets and gang family we stepped.
The streets became my fraternity; I had to claim this thing,
They offered Jordan’s, cars, respect and put me under their wing.
After a week’s long work my mom’s money was spent, barely enough to pay the rent.
I had dreams of football, basketball, doctor or judge.
Now, I live with this anger and the world owes me, I have a grudge.
I wanted to be a boy scout or go to a game, but we had no money.
The world was to blame.
I had to have fast money, so I risked my life to get it.
Cause I’m hungry, Man I was born that way,
A soldier without a cause;
Life hit me without a pause; I became a man without applause
My name is Crazy on the streets; at home you call me baby
When you noticed it was much too late, hostility, the gun sealed my fate.
Ride or Die in my head, I aint yo baby no more, I’m a killer I said.
Wednesday July 14th, 2010 at 10:28 am
Hey Wendy,
As far as that Youtube Disipline Mom is concerned, the laws have taken away any form of disipline parents use to have in order to keep their children in check. If you ignore them when they have a temper tantrum its neglect and if you spank them you get arrested. At least if they’re recorded they have an opportunity to see themselves and feel ashamed for acting that way. Next time they’d think twice before acting that way infront of people or period for that matter. Recording your children while they misbehave could just be another way parents have to resort to keeping their children in check since the laws are not making our youth any better now a days. “HOW YOU DO AH”