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BONTOS - Volume 23 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.
And daylight put me right off When sight is too revealing Learn to trust your feeling ©Jim Duthoit & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1997 She said she was impressed When she saw how I was blessed But thought that she could take it Women often fake it. ©Jim Duthoit & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1997 He put his head between her thighs "Wow!" he said "Is that the size?" Her response was violent Sometimes we must keep silent. ©Jim Duthoit & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1997 "What is this thing called, love, That bleeps each time I shove?" She said "My mobile phone" Some things are best not known. ©Jim Duthoit & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1997 She played her cello, kneeling And tried to give it feeling The music couldn't match it Play the thing don't scratch it. ©Jim Duthoit & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1997 We could out Thatcher Thatcher Single-mindedly match her With self-interest as fuel Work for social renewal ©Jim Duthoit & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1997 I sat alone in the dark And tried to make a spark The spark became a fire God loves a trier ©Jim Duthoit & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1997 I taught young Frankenstein The elements of design And now my name is mud Not all ideas are good. ©Jim Duthoit & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1997 A baby filled his nappy To show that he was happy The joy was shared by all Big things can come from small ©Paul Scott & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1997 Charlie Parker blew his horn Instead of mowing the lawn His garden didn't look good Do the things you feel you should ©Paul Scott & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1997 He started a college For gaining self-knowledge Students forgot why they came Try to remember your aim ©Paul Scott & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1997 Dick worked hard to stay awake To give his psyche a shake The insights he gained were deep Nothing can be done in sleep! ©Paul Scott & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1997 Dick read Anthroposophy To explore philosophy Now wisdom he's discerning Try heuristic learning ©Paul Scott & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1997 Logic has got out of hand Not what Aristotle planned The Good Doctor's found the cure Use Lateral Thinking more! ©Paul Scott & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1997 Magnetic was young Tesla An electric embezzler His gizmos make me laugh Float north-south in the bath! ©Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1997 Bob produced his thinking tools To please girls from local schools Creative enormity Shed your uniformity ©Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1997 Bob appeased the lasses Gave them thinking classes Lobal massage revels Improve your "O" levels ©Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1997 Removed my teeth for fun To stick them in a bun Hunger's left unwilling Try avoid the filling ©Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1997 I consumed a chocolate frog For a bonto epilogue As I ate I spoke it Spoke, joke, choke then croak it. ©Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1997 Bob's a chicken dentist (He's recently apprenticed) Bob thinks the hens are lucky Don't get over-clucky ©Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1997 Bob played secret agents To prove surveillance patience Giant villains run berserk Glasses magnify your work ©Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1997 A virgin has a baby Maybe what's sure was maybe Could be maybe's for flirtin' Make sure sure's sure for certain ©Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1997 Jim writes verse specific To prove he's prolific To applause we're driven Natural wit's God given ©Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1997 Jim on strippers' torsos wrote Bonto lines for friends to quote On this flesh he has designs Never read between the lines ©Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1997 De Bono writes nonsense Due to niggling conscience The Bonto is then born Creativity is better than scorn ©Tony Stagnitta & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1997 De Bono writes nonsense Due to his poetic licence Stagnitta writes some more No Bontos makes life a bore ©Tony Stagnitta & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1997 De Bono writes nonsense Due to his poetic licence Smith writes some more No Bontos makes life a chore ©Tony Stagnitta & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1997 De Bono writes nonsense Due to his poetic licence Smith and Stag write more Bontos should be lateral law ©Tony Stagnitta & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1997 De Bono writes nonsense Due to his poetic licence Smith's Bontos become folklore Creativity is ship to shore ©Tony Stagnitta & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1997 I gold-plate my hyacinths It's my artistic license The flowers have gone wilty Mishaps lead to guilty ©Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1997 I reasoned re my rhyme To justify spent time Rhyme spreads through each season There's no rhyme or reason ©Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1997 I snapped at passing dragons Because of drinking flagons Beware of tongues thrust forkward Being flamed is awkward ©Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1997 The next line tells us why The first line is quite wry This bonto ends extreme Are maxims all they seem? ©Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1997 I abridged J. Tolkien's "Rings" It has too much lore and things Now it's paroxysmal Token effort's dismal ©Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1997 I placed soap inside my cheek To blow bubbles for a week Caused great apprehension Count on surface tension ©Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1997 I lied about my name So as to hide my shame And ended bereft of self. Take pride in your self. ©Robert Hogan & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1997 Having read a book To fashion the 'right' look I didn't know what to do next. Live life without pretence. ©Robert Hogan & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1997 Used a map scaled one ot one To work out where life would run Doesn't make much sense somehow Life's about the here and now ©Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1997 I killed spiders without spray It's a better safer way Paper poised before the kill Execution proves one's skill ©Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1997 Summed fractions for a laugh To halve then sum then halve Asymptotic? Write them Add ad infinitum ©Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1997 I practiced chaos theory To make myself quite weary In haste resort to guesses All chaos yields is messes ©Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1997 Jim wrote bontos bawdy Rhyming can be naughty Makes our laughs immenser Try avoid the censor ©Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1997
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