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The Edward de Bono Creative TeamTM 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.
Edward's first book states its name Mind mechanic he became Patterns organise themself Understand creative health © Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 "Future Positive" connotes Culture needs some antidotes Hindsight helps us all agree Change is often mandatory © Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Water Logic's aftermath Leaves us doodling for a laugh Look at problem networks lots Life makes you untie its knots © Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 "Conflicts" to my wife I sent We'd just had an argument Book confirms what we all knew Wives can throw the book at you © Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 I took the bus to work to make myself look a jerk the bus got stuck in the door pearls before swines that's for sure © Shaun Hopkins & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 I got in a bath of eels to overcome my own squeals they slithered I ran a mile we hide our fear with a smile © Shaun Hopkins & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Man of God shunned like a devil in ignorance man revels cut off from wisdoms' life blood open the heart feel love flood © Shaun Hopkins & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 I played the game to lose trying to find out some clues lost a buck but learnt a lot losing can teach you the plot © Shaun Hopkins & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Wide awake but asleep waking has to be deep kidding yourself you are cool wake up don't be a fool © Shaun Hopkins & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Up to my eyeballs in gunge the latest fashion is grunge now I smell just like my friends we turn to dust in the end © Shaun Hopkins & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 I took on the yanks all alone how far could they throw a stone stoned to death by a mob you could learn to shut your gob © Shaun Hopkins & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 I dribbled all over the place I could move a ball with pace football was my God, so sad those that seem quite sane are mad © Shaun Hopkins & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Falling through space but still space ships are such a thrill go round the earth in a hour why elect idiots to power © Shaun Hopkins & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 My friends think I come from mars my words have left them with scars so now I keep to myself within me is my wealth © Shaun Hopkins & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Music is the food of love Ciani sounds come from above her gentle song brings joy and peace music is the souls release © Shaun Hopkins & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Man has made his head a cage filled with bile a seething rage man has made his pain and woe man learns hard and very slow © Shaun Hopkins & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 People lock themselves away rigid thinking brings dismay stuck in logics murky rut of lifes joke you are the butt © Shaun Hopkins & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Picking my nose with my toes harder than fighting my foes big toe gets stuck tight as hell folk seem caught in a spell © Shaun Hopkins & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Mortal,immortal entwine God hit on a good design the mortal fades out of sight relax, be sunny and bright © Lucy A'Bear & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Plants trundle across the road to build a brand new abode the job gets done nice and quick wield a tool it makes things slick © Lucy A'Bear & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Old Bill howled in the thicket some bees just won't play cricket flung stung nose in water cold it don't pay to so bold © Lucy A'Bear & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 A home on its back all day snails can't choose another way easy to keep safe and dry go inside and don't be shy © Lucy A'Bear & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 living puppets stiffly dance the mind loves to make us prance they seize the reins, direct the play there's always a choice come what may © Lucy A'Bear & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 music is the food of love nourishing like a plump dove it touches parts food don't reach music ain't just for the beach © Lucy A'Bear & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 I have no flesh and no bone time stands still, souls alone incarnation awaits me our hope is our security © Shaun Hopkins & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 God comes to me every day in fact he never goes away I feel his force in my breath time is short until your death © Shaun Hopkins & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Dick rode his bike through a cow it got in the way somehow two half cows, blood, guts and bits drinking and driving's for twits © Shaun Hopkins & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 I have a leg on my arm just a machine on a farm working for nought till I rust lateral thinking gives thrust © Shaun Hopkins & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 People live in glass houses see-through like sellophane blouses lies built on lies, will dissolve to get real change use resolve © Shaun Hopkins & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Time has no hold over me I am part of eternity my body will rot, soul will fly life till death, blink of an eye © Shaun Hopkins & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 I read random words aloud Provocation should be proud I get chastised once I start Bus stops aren't the place for art © Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 I read tea leaves from a cup So soothsayings would come up I'm not sure what it all means Place your faith in coffee beans © Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Peter hits the meter It's a loose change eater "Curses!", he's remarking Hydrants aren't for parking © Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Edward checks his drawers To not forget, of course Leave hotels with what's yours Good habits reinforce © Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 God might trust Beelzebub 'cause of his sub-surface club God dislikes "His Embership" Clubs thrive on their membership © Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Thursday's sometimes maundy Feet queue at the laundry Finish drying fine Learn to toe the line © Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 I've three legs one eye no tail fighting with cars, doomed to fail I look a bit rough these days find help from the wise it pays © Shaun Hopkins & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Today a book spoke to me somehow it brought me clarity now I listen to wise souls peoples lives can be black holes © Shaun Hopkins & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 I read my book upside down stood on my head I'm a clown painted face hides tears from you if you look you'll see it too © Shaun Hopkins & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Worms crawling inside my head maggots eat flesh I'm dead no longer the joys of life make more of your time than strife © Shaun Hopkins & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Caught in a storm of fire fighting off a ladies ire peace resumes for another day ladies what silly games you play © Shaun Hopkins & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 More money than sense but poor stealing from other peoples stores something in me slowly died life is like a circus ride © Shaun Hopkins & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 The world is under my finger push it we'll all be cinders skin peeling lost child howling beneath the smile, man's growling © Shaun Hopkins & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 I took my own life yesterday I need a new game to play chaos and pain suffered by all arrogance often leads to a fall © Shaun Hopkins & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Watch me set my head alight lateral thinking leads to insight upgraded my systems within thinking is all about feeling © Shaun Hopkins & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Inside of me flows a river of gold meditation allowed me, this sight to behold now I know my heaven is within too much thinking can be a sin © Shaun Hopkins & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 I grabbed a monster by the tail inside of me the monster wailed I stood alone and faced my fear so much can change in a couple of years © Shaun Hopkins & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Young in years but old as can be out of lifes fire has come clarity happiness swells in my heart like a flower there is more to life than money and power © Shaun Hopkins & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Four and twenty black birds were baked in a pie, When the feast was over all the children cried, What a waste of bird song singing in the air, Its about time industry was made to © Lee Mustoe & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Countless billions of pounds were spent on Saddam, All of it aimed at killing the man, Po we're still spending on the same lines of thought, Po the result has still come to naught. © Lee Mustoe & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Bontos grow beyond a joke Count the syllables, please, folk Seven syllables, then quit Brevity's the art of wit © Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 If you're clever and rich you don't pay tax, Accountants know this is a workable fact, But if you think carefully about where the money goes, Po poor peasants get shoes for their toes. © Lee Mustoe & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 They'll pass anything and leave it to luck, As long as someone is making a buck, You can eat meat although its diseased, (But) you can face prison for smoking some weed. © Lee Mustoe & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Ice cut, steely moon Hung by God to light the gloom, The dim herald of the dawn, Beauty's gaze can be forlorn. © Lee Mustoe & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 I turn on the tele it numbs my mind, For I serve them better when I am blind, Thinking is dangerous, it upsets the quo, How long will it be before they ban Po. © Lee Mustoe & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Quiet tears on a grieving face, Remind us that we don't own this place, Sorrow tempers misplaced belief, Memories make an authentic wreath. © Lee Mustoe & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Little boy died on a door step, A freezing night spent in a coal shed, Mankind loses another chance, Compassion would be a true advance. © Lee Mustoe & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Lets all have a chocolate egg, To celebrate that the Lord is dead, What chance to understand the bible, Deity comes in renewable cycles. © Lee Mustoe & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 My legs have gone like grapes off a vine, I think I trod on something called a mine, They'll have to look at me and me reminded to see, Lack of effort bodes ill on the karmic tree. © Lee Mustoe & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Firework tied to pussy's tail, Entertainment beyond the pale, Cost pussy agony to get a laugh, Hearts get colder than snow in March. © Lee Mustoe & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Fine silver strands fall wet from the sky, Perhaps God is telling the birds not to fly, Quietly I can listen to the here and the now, Conciousness is not striving, but what you allow. © Lee Mustoe & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 I'm burying my child next to my wife, Idealists came and took their life, I don't have wisdom so I must choose hate, Everybody has something they must satiate. © Lee Mustoe & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Tower of Babel, I build to the sky, Foolish dreams taunt me that I can fly, Consequence simple, I fall into pain, Understand mistakes before you make them again. © Lee Mustoe & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Expensive cream on your face, oil in your hair, Old age will get you if you don't care, Invest in the carton, forget whats within, Cancer will grow where neglect is the sin. © Lee Mustoe & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Cute little dogs pampered to death, Sad old ladies breathe meaningless breath, Money spent didn't save the world, Canine mouths eat inherited pearls. © Lee Mustoe & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 A career move, incinerated face, Sir Galahad was the time and the place, Looks were lost, but spirit found, Treasure is treasure when its not in the ground. © Lee Mustoe & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 A million pounds got burnt by a star, He needed to prove he didn't want the car, A thousand mouths got no food, Stupidity pleads its misconstrued. © Lee Mustoe & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 I gaze into trash, strange inclination, But the images trigger inspiration, Po is for poetry in the dump, Nonsense by meaning is gazzumped. © Lee Mustoe & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Genius ripples, fermenting in the ether, A body breathes, slumbering beneath her, A troubled world waits for the potential, A master's devotee should be reverential. © Lee Mustoe & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 I borrowed the sun just for an hour, I liked the thought of power, Everything around me died, People do not realise why certain power is denied. © Hailey Mustoe & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 He shot his pretty little figure down, To make a beautiful appearing gown, Babies yelps heard from the burrow, Peoples selfishness leaves others in sorrow. © Hailey Mustoe & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Aristotle changed his name, He didn't want to play the game, I think it means that he's let go, Mankind should concentrate on Po. © Lee Mustoe & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 To write about exquisite food, Before you taste is quite rude, There is a dish that you might miss, Ideas can never bring you bliss. © Lee Mustoe & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 I vexed upon the mention, Twas spiritual invention, A waste of good intention, Belief is not redemption. © Lee Mustoe & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 I do not do what I know I should, My head does not believe I could, This makes me feel so unhappy, Perhaps my mind should wear a nappy. © Lee Mustoe & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 A holy face must wear an ordinary mask, Notoriety impedes a formidable task, Such measures ensure he cannot fail, Divinity gets you a cross and a nail. © Lee Mustoe & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Uncle John drank and sang, To make us think he was a nice man, Our trust would place us with him alone, Sanctuary is not a house or home. © Lee Mustoe & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Maharaji's face is a beautiful grace, It's an artform of celestial taste, I've thrown away the effigy, Buddha's here to set us free. © Lee Mustoe & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 I set sail my dreams on a great wide ocean, Because I know not of glacial emotion, I feel pain and fear when I run aground, A small spring of devotion is basically sound. © Lee Mustoe & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 The reincarnation of two men, Shall ignite God's will again, They teach us how to feel and think, To practice is to eat and drink. © Lee Mustoe & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Naked I danced under a blazing star, Sugar Mummy has bought me a brand new car, But the air was cold and I caught a chill, You cannot drive when you're terminally ill. © Lee Mustoe & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Darshan is a true delight, Because stars light up the darkest night, Recognition is the heart's domain, Love is evolutions newest flame. © Lee Mustoe & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 I heard the scream of a monster blue, He was locked in a cage at Whipsnade zoo, Nobody would free him for they wouldn't go near, You can't get help when you generate fear. © Lee Mustoe & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 The Judges gave her bread and butter, For being hammered by a nutter, She lost her sister and her mummy, A police beating pays out far more money. © Lee Mustoe & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Dead men's wisdom can be seen in the gloom, For their light is the glow that falls on the moon, Life cannot grow lest it lives by the sun, Look for the Master for He is the one. © Lee Mustoe & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Loops of words shaded blue, I could not shake my point of view, Caught in sorrow I lost my aim, Mind ludecy is a fruitless game. © Lee Mustoe & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 When you're torn between pleasure and pain, You imagine the sun and miss the rain, To swim or sink you can't decide, Madness is perceptual genocide. © Lee Mustoe & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 You cannot prepare for Knowledge by thought, In the realm of the heart this leads to nought, Maharaji tells us to gently mention, Wisdom prevents dangerous invention. © Lee Mustoe & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 DeBono sang and Maharaji played, Because all religion was dismayed, Thousands died under the ritual tongue, Buddha declared life must be fun. © Lee Mustoe & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Buddha in a Saville Row suit, Is a modern sage of good repute, But this people do not expect to see, Recognition is eclipsed by nostalgic effigy. © Lee Mustoe & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 They would not let me in without the tie, Told me with anxiety I must die, Reborn Christians would not agree, (That) dogma will never set me free. © Lee Mustoe & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 They sent poor Deidre to jail, To make the public wail, Instead it caused a near riot, Sarawejo died in comparitive quiet. © Lee Mustoe & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 On a roof I leapt off the edge, I saw a gold coin below on a ledge, I grabbed the money but broke my neck, A dangerous desire can make you a wreck. © Lee Mustoe & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 I read a novel on death row, To control the direction of imaginery flow, It helped to strangle fear from time, Choice always grows upon the vine. © Lee Mustoe & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 I spend my love on a sulking puss, It helps me keep my perceptions loose, My mind cannot stoke up so much emotional flame, To forgive is to escape from a lunatic game. © Lee Mustoe & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 I think about my inner soul, To help my struggle to be whole, I do not depend on any book, The Master tells you where to look. © Lee Mustoe & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Ladies take lots of pills, To help them cure mysterious ills, A lucrative market in depression, There is no cure in blind suppression. © Lee Mustoe & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Bonto's like water did surely flow, The structure seemed to act like Po, Inspiration shall raise the willing soul, Activity is a noble goal. © Lee Mustoe & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Waiting patiently for God's word, To lift my life from the current absurd, Everything shapes on the work of two men, Practice and training is contemporary zen. © Lee Mustoe & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 I made a sandwich with a poisonous toad, I could not waste what was squashed in the road, Now I need to find a guest for tea, Emotions need an excuse to be set free. © Lee Mustoe & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 A passport held can make you murder, If your country demands that you should serve Her, You might find yourself far away, Influence works best before the fray. © Lee Mustoe & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Only one road could I see when I did an APC That outcome wasn't too cool The fool blames it on the tool © Lucas Gonzales Santa Cruz & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Only Yellow caught my eye when I did a PMI Black Hat kicked me like a mule The fool blames it on the tool ©Lucas Gonzales Santa Cruz & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 APC after Big Guess when you want to get success may leave you worse than you came Fools have all Ed's tools to blame © Lucas Gonzales Santa Cruz & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Vladimir hit Estragon Just so something would go on Now their play's infused with hate Novelty is worth the wait © Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Ms. Macbeth was quite insane Witches casting spells to blame Seas incarnadine are cried Laws of fate can't be defied © Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Ma and Pa took all the Joads Travelled west in two truckloads Starved then tried an orange farm Bad ideas can cause you harm © Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Bart wrote blackboard lines again Chalk is better than the pen Home-time bell is Bart's reward Humour works across the board © Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Edward's title has a sting "How to be more interesting" Final pages are left blank We have but ourselves to thank © Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Gershwin rhapsodied in blue 'Cause his brother told him to George knows Ira's colour-blind Harmony lies in the mind © Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 I slept in a river today to help wash my sins away men in straight jackets soon came water can't wash away pain © Shaun Hopkins & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Born white, I have now turned black my thinking, on the wrong track turn to crime, hurt those I love look inside, don't look above © Shaun Hopkins & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 I built my ship from paper I thought it would be a caper the sea took my boat and crew thought is of service to you © Shaun Hopkins & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Freezing, I took off my clothes Lateral thinking, it shows I made an outfit from ice flexible thinking so very nice © Shaun Hopkins & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 I bought my car with some chips cash for old rope gambling tricks I lost the car on one hand gambling means your loss is planned © Shaun Hopkins & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 I threw a fortune away money is not what they say some things are worth more than cash no soul but plenty of stash © Shaun Hopkins & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 |
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