We now have contestants who will not let anything get in their way of victory. Some contestants have thrown each other under the bus this season.
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The interviews have been a little tough due to the fact that we're interviewing dogs. We see a lot of contestants licking themselves, but we're used to that from covering the Grammys.
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Singing for royalty is a dream of mine - I'd absolutely love to sing for the Queen at the Royal Variety Show. All the contestants are very good. I will just have to do my best and see what happens.
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There's five cameras, I don't know how many people in the audience... depending on where we're taping, there can be anywhere from 300 to 5,000 people, so the contestants are nervous.
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The Miss world
The Miss World of the year
Is the most beautiful
Only from the contestants,
To only the eyes of juries.
Then the world accepts
Her as a beauty
Without any dispute.
16.012009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The future battle on the ground will be preceded by battle in the air. This will determine which of the contestants has to suffer operational and tactical disadvantages and be forced throughout the battle into adoption compromise solutions.
quote by Erwin Rommel
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Caledonian Games
Lines on Caledonian games, May, 1884.
On grassy amphitheater
Spectators sit, to view the war
'Mong bold contestants on the plain,
Where each doth strive the prize to gain ;
And when the little boys and girls
In highland dress and waving curls,
From London, danced the Highland fling;
The whole mass did their praises sing ;
And at the concert did applaud
The little charmers Blanch and Maud.
poem by James McIntyre
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Bachelor Pad Reality
On a highly evolved planet were 'reality shows' are not-
they share everything-they share everything they got.
No Bachelor Pad or other 'drama' shows
they do not hurt each other with very cheap blows.
For in our salvation 'sharing' is giveing to everyone-
everyone is connected so why not have some fun!
Now if Rachel was 'street smart' she would of said 'KEEP'
then all other contestants would of shared with her what they reaped.
In the end Rachel didn't look at the bigger whole
she put trust in someone she didn't even know.
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Big Bang Jest Gest Second Guessed
Big Bang banned NOTHING as Creation's span
from cosmos chased dark vacuum. Uber plan,
figment fragment second-guessed,
sparked space displacement festive.
From chaos mess congestive -
stupendous test suggestive
of universal fractal fest
stimulated chance dance gest
of galaxies ignoring rest
to travel time as time began
creation's atomic also-ran.
Reality, Dreams, team in quest,
until East, West, tempestive
absorb North's South's protestive
poly dimensions restive.
till contestants request
inquest.
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Blissful Democracy
Such is a bloc of votes and people is a smile
Bleeding hope, no bloopers is their admiration
Adorning blossom that blots out violence is a ling
Silent cast bonanza of true volume is their dress
Yearning glory, a push ahead resourcefully is a smile
Panorama is a political will and landscape is a creel
This a parameter of blissful is democracy's real
People floating on peace, beautiful events are their war
Pesident elect is solemn and queen is a flower
Contestants construe accords is a visitor's song
Old figures assemble at homburg desert are their talks
One speech and ties are the hood's gratitudes
poem by Paul Mwenelupembe
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One Life. Let us live!
Average calorie consumption per day,
Just water, vegetable and carbohydrate,
Less than thousand calories, not to send,
Contestants for the world beauty pageant,
My countrymen as skeletal as bulimics,
Most of them mineral deficient and anemic,
Not muscular dystrophy, simply no muscle,
No breast reduction, underdeveloped glands,
The cleverest brains, fail to think and analyze,
Exported ones awake to compete always,
Insufficiency is the way of life and,
God given gift, the karma for past birth,
Who make us fools to suppress our desires,
Of having three descent meals and shelter,
Whenever look at the lesser privileged,
The last privileged feel not least privileged,
But feel better privileged and energized,
Continue the journey of karmic philosophy.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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A Void, Noting Nothing
As nature hates a vacuum NOTHING can
be but a figment fragment second-guessed.
Reality and dreams combine, their quest
is thus to banish NOTHING then to span
creation's vastness, scanning big bang's van,
from tao trip evolution's also-ran
to space displacement through one thousandth dan,
to Time condensing on initial jest
when request and inquest converge in gest.
Atoms void avoid, spin tails till trail's lost, rest
contest, contestants, distance, über plan,
arresting surface difference with zest.
From mess congestive to suggestive test
of chaos, universal fractal fest
patterns pitter patter, matter must
invent itself from, to, through, into dust.
robi3_0748_robi3_0000 WXX_CEZ for previous version see below
(18 February 1995 revised 6 May 1995 slightly revised and retitled 28 August 2009)
As nature hates a vacuum NOTHING can
be but a figment fragment second-guessed.
Reality and dreams combine, their quest
is thus to banish NOTHING then to span
creation's vastness, scanning big bang's van,
from tao trip evolution's also-ran
to space displacement through one hundredth dan
to Time condensing on initial jest
when request and inquest converge in gest
and atoms spin their tails till come to rest
contest, contestants, distance, über plan,
surmounting surface difference with zest.
From mess congestive to suggestive test
of chaos, universal fractal fest
patterns pitter patter, matter must
invent itself from, to, through, into dust.
(18 February 1995 revised 6 May 1995 for previous version see below)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Earthquake In Haiti
The Earth of Haiti quaked,
Shook the towers of the towns,
Pulled down structures of the buildings
Big or small of the cities and villages,
Thousands of human beings buried alive,
Beneath the debris of roofs and walls,
Constructed by the human hands;
But now the survivours forgetting the deceased
Fight for food, packs of milk and edibles,
They snatch from each other the contents,
As if the contestants show their strength
In basketball, driving the ball with full vigour;
And some sit forlorn strengthless,
Waiting for their own turn.
But on the contrary,
The pioneer-kings of the countries,
Are busy in recruiting armies and making armadas,
Missiles and shells, bombs and bullets,
Nuclear and chemical weapons,
For the better future and wellbeing of mankind.
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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Fashion sense for M'lady Ann Beard
The trees bedecked with blossom now.
Some clad in pink and some in white.
Contestants in the beauty show
which spring provides for our delight
The blossoms which adorn he trees
are unaware, they do not know.
That very soon the gentle breeze
will shake them loose to fall like snow.
The trees will don new coats of green.
More suited to the summer sun
than what the blossoms would have been
Their time has passed so they have gone.
When autumn comes the trees will know
its time to wear their winter clothes
In preparation for the snow.
The theme of winters beauty show.
Though seasons come and seasons go.
The trees adapt quite easily
for summers sun or winters snow
They’re sure to be dressed suitably.
29/04/2009
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Endless Games
We do have are ways to not open doors nor
feel the raps upon our masked coverings
Lately, I feel as if purpose has detoured and
now lay wasted along with vast remains that have
steadily been buried and forgotten by deafened
minds and brain damaged, denial.
There have been changes that have me upset,
without concern for controversy.
Damned of them-selves
are some whom reflect evil and contaminate beauty.
When all interaction is at our own threshold
Just how to react, is a major strategy or one for
the inevitable demise, in-secured with fool's gold
aged of decaying retirement -
Having lived in an Arena, built of invisible walls
Spectators, faceless, oblique and hovering
Positioning for a ghostly vantage point -
Staged;
Audience Participation,
Contestants;
Peace Versus War
Louie Levy
Midnight
08.02.2009
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poem by Louie Levy
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Victory was not mine
The victory was yours.
And it still is victory belongs to you.
Victory was not mine.
You hurt me you hurt me.
You've scared me.
And yet the victory is yours.
You still continue to beat me.
You torture me every day.
Even though you raped me.
You still win.
And the victory is yours.
Its not fair you have the victory.
When you are evil personalised.
You are the peice of scum
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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To the Banyan Tree
“Oh! Overshadowing, evergreen Banyan,
Where have gone my vivacious playmates,
Who climbed up your reverend shoulders,
Clambered down by lowering, lurking roots?
And while playing they the run-and-catch,
Did hide themselves in the leafy boughs,
Mimicked the cuckoo in voice and tone.”
“Oh! Where have gone the contestants?
Playing cards sitting in the circles,
Patting hard upon the cards thrown,
Challenged with hope to win the game,
Pleasure they had, is unknown to the kings,
On the conquest of the distant continent,
Possessing oil-fields, fertile watery plains.”
“Oh! Where have gone the colourful damsels,
That swung ere the moon-soon winds blew,
Behind their necks fluttering Anchals1 flew,
Like the wings of hovering butterflies?
My eyes moved with the oscillating sight,
Now dashing down, now rising to the height;
With wonder I stood aside to understand,
They were nymphs or the earth pertained? ”
“Oh! Your pensive thoughts have maddened me,
Why they broke the bonds, confounds me,
That ten-generation devotedly strengthened.
Though white blood runs into my old veins,
And do not have the human breathing heart,
Yet I weep and miss them more and more,
The tickling tiny feet might have grown old,
Or they might have cherished love for gold,
Or might have they found the cooler shades.”
“Since long no one plays the run-and-catch,
No one titillates my crude hard shoulders,
No longer I hear laughter of the real conquest.
No colourful damsel plies with my aged arms,
No ploughman comes staggering to have rest,
Snorts deep while the wind blows to the West.”
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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Too Comfortable A Passenger
You have come much too late,
To request from me to give to you...
What at one time,
Was thrown back in my face.
It is not that I am embittered.
Those days feeling that way,
From me have gone.
And like the passing of each season,
I'm not the one to linger with wishes,
That any season I might like...
Continues to go on.
That would be too selfish of me,
To believe something will wait...
Until I decided it was time to celebrate,
In the appreciation of it.
You have come much too late,
To request from me to give to you...
What at one time,
Was thrown back in my face.
However I will suggest,
You develop more pro-action...
With a learning to do that at your best.
And accept what to you has been given.
Instead of looking for something to impress.
Since this might eventually,
Address your attempts to catch...
A train that has already left the station.
And I have been made too comfortable a passenger,
To get off to satisfy a going back in time.
Even if that 'was' a possibility.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Victory
Victory never comes from power over others
Real victory only comes from victory over self
Nothings gained from fighting your brothers’
For victory can’t be purchased “Off the shelf”
poem by Ray Lucero
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Victory at all costs, victory in spite of all terror, victory however long and hard the road may be; for without victory, there is no survival.
quote by Winston Churchill
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The Growing Season
The seasons work together
To make the world possible
Summer, the sun season
Fall, the leaf season
Winter, the snow season
And spring, the time of beauty
Summer, the yellow season
Fall, the orange season
Winter, the white season
And spring, the time of the rainbow
Summer, the blank season
Fall, the shadow season
Winter, the dying season
And spring, the growing season
The growing season