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BONTOS - Volume 18


There are specific forms of poetry like Limericks, Haiku and the Malaysian Pantun. Each of these have a very formal structure as to number of lines, meter, syllables etc. The meaning is often also tightly prescribed - especially the Pantun.

The Bonto is a new formal type of poetry for use on the net.
There are four lines in each poem.
Rhyming is aa bb.
Syllables: as yet undecided (5, 6 or 7)
Content:

  • First line: sets out some extraordinary behaviour. The more bizarre the better.
  • Second line: gives the explanation for the bizarre behaviour.
  • Third line: gives the result or outcome of the behaviour.
  • Fourth line: provides some "philosophical" reflection on life in general but arising from the situation.

I abused an old leper
For using too much pepper
Sneezed off his head in complaint
Hold your tongue, show some restraint
©Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1997

I danced in a tray of ice
As a foot cooling device
The numbness of my feet grows
It pays to stay on your toes
©Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1997

I opened Pandora's box
I'd managed to pick its locks
The world's woes won't fit inside
Big problems are hard to hide
©Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1997

I went to see a psychic
At the ESP exhibition in the city
She told me that I would work for the government in April
Why do psychics speak lies?
©Amin Jetha & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1997

I hit earplugs in volley
Across the net in folly
Opponents can't attack it
Avoid raising a racket
©Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1997

I swallowed paper clips
My dietician's tips
I wasn't game to try it
Enhance your staple diet
©Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1997

Jan squeezed a concertina
To firm her chest demeanour
Blouse pleats serve as reminder
Beware the organ grinder
©Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1997

I tore phone books apart
For neutral works of art
The art world hates newcomers
Try colouring by numbers
©Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1997

A team thinks ideas to pieces
Pressure for innovation increases
No ideas remain in tact
Six hats keep minds on track
©James Handyside & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1997

Buoy at sea, no anchor
Set free to lead from rancor
Thinking needs such laxatives
Concepts beckon alternatives
©James Handyside & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1997

Try hard not to perceive,
Information never meant to deceive
Unable to see what is true,
Above cloud sky's always blue
©James Handyside& Edward de Bono Creative Team 1997

Roots skyward, leaves under the soil
Underground synthetic toil
Sunless, life never resigns
The process determines the design
©James Handyside & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1997

Fans on field, players view
This spectator sport is new
Lots of seats, none are cheap
Perspective is often a leap
©James Handyside & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1997

Train on rail of four
Divided with but one door
Forks for separate direction
Flexibility enables defection
©James Handyside & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1997

Hospitals serving disease
"Wellness Virus, if you please"
Immunity to all that kills
Health is more than pills
©James Handyside & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1997

Business man, tie on his zipper
Lap at breakfast landed a kipper
New fashion is formed by accidents
Some ideas need strange precedence
©James Handyside & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1997

In darkness there's visibility
Blindness is not disability
Vision is all in the mind
Perception is all we can find
©James Handyside & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1997

I knotted elephant's trunk
Until his cold had shrunk
He had nowhere for tissues
Best avoid some issues
©Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1997

I put nails in my tyres
To thwart car thieves' desires
I now need wheel rims linished
A bumpy ride's best finished
©Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1997

I pulled my nasal hairs
To move myself to tears
Effort lachrymatory
Woe's unsatisfactory
©Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1997

I plucked my nasal hairs
To beautify my nares
A tear wells in my eye
It's sad to say goodbye
©Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1997

(in Spanish)
Sueños sureños sin dueño
por dormirme como un leño.
Al fin despierto sin norte.
Pensar es más que un deporte.

(Southern dreams without owner
because of falling asleep like a log
In the end I wake up "without north" (aimless)
Thinking is more than a sport)
©Lucas Gonzalez Santa Cruz & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1997

I saddled a sea horse
For water polo of course
The chucka left us reeling
Avoid that sinking feeling
©Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1997

A white page taunted Phillip
Whose challenge was to fill it
With a cogent bonto
Best get started pronto
©Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1997

Ambrose Bierce couldn't win
Devil's Dictionary's thin
Thus found it hard to begin
There's more to life than sin
©Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1997

(in Spanish)
nuestra vida peligra
por los virus que migran
el pánico nos crece
La Tierra permanece

(our life's in danger
because of virus that migrate
panic [grows inside us/makes us grow])
Earth remains
©Lucas Gonzalez Santa Cruz & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1997

I squashed some minutiae
To look to the future
A small vision shatters
The big picture matters
©Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1997

Invested in rupiah
To prove myself loopier
Currency lost excellence
Dollars make so much more cents
©Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1997

Washed my hair in asses' milk
So to make it smooth as silk
Locks are oily, smell like cheese
Cleanliness comes by de-grease
©Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1997

Put my nose to the grinder
As a work reminder
Facial features erasing
Don't be too self-effacing
©Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1997

Pulled a face in changing wind
So what's fat could now be thinned
Nasal twinge required relief
Don't sneeze minus handkerchief
©Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1997

I counselled many flounder
To litigate profounder
Proceedings stand to bust us
Try balance scales of justice
©Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1997


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