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BONTOS - Volume 26 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.
To alarm some quieter folks Lines profane no gains impart Decency conveys fine art © The Author & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Some do provocation proud To make verses strike aloud Crudity's anomaly Decency's not homily © The Author & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Some confront with verse awry To attract the censor's eye Lack of taste shows no finesse Crudity's not artfulness © The Author & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Kill a man and make it funny, Write a book for lots of money. Streets become a loony zoo, people read,think I can do. © Lee Mustoe & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Kill lots of sexy boys, Crave power over toys, Block your drains with old flames, Excitement makes bad games. © Lee Mustoe & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 They called out to lynch the mayor, To cover nobody cared. Poison water from a mine, Disaster sows seeds in time. © Lee Mustoe & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 I spread corn chips on the floor To secure each arch and door Hear the burglars, that's my hunch Criminals deserve the crunch © Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Tele instead of love, Someone shot down the dove. Smooth becomes the rough, Memory is not enough. © Lee Mustoe & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Banging my head in the dead end. Hearing the message that fate sends. If I don't jump now I shall die, Faith is the way humans can fly. © Lee Mustoe & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 I wrote some Bonto's outside of the rules, Not read the instructions,makes me a fool. But somebody laughed, and thought as they read, Iambic pentameter is not dead ! © Lee Mustoe & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 I gaze into a magazine To drool upon a beauty queen, I forget that she is 2-D, Make believe tears reality. © Lee Mustoe & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Metaphysical thought flows Much the same as the wind blows. Meaning scatters randomly, Words can set ideas free © Lee Mustoe & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Syllables counted, Pasted and mounted, No room to tell you, Finish right on cue. © Lee Mustoe & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Divorcing art from true life, Is that such a prudent knife ? Verse within a birthday card, Compromise is sometimes hard. © Lee Mustoe & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Ugly image,out to shock Conveys intent, against the clock. Embarrased censor hides away, Forgive the poet out to play. © Lee Mustoe & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Thought can twist a dancing word, Wring meaning from the absurd. Art is not etiquette, Look again before you vet. © Lee Mustoe & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Can't help ugly misery, More waiting imminently, Cathartic need to end strife, Childhood trauma's wreck your life. © Lee Mustoe & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Punch drunk through the image door, Write your lines upon the floor. Little verse are you abused ? Form is real when it's being used. © Lee Mustoe & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Little lunar lily weep, Mourn the slaughter of your sheep. Though you're fed,it still is sad, Good is sometimes mixed with bad. © Lee Mustoe & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Dance dead dust,from your ash pyre, See what's lost,after the fire. Nutrient for life anew, Feedback hones a better view. © Lee Mustoe & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 The poet's pen danced in the gutter, Intent on exposure for some nutter. I'm sorry if it has made you blush, Censorship's lost within the fuss. © Lee Mustoe & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Drunk I arrived in a frock, Run literary amok. Thought police chased me all day, Don't throw your black hat away ! © Lee Mustoe & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 I make less and less sense, Won't fit behind a fence. There are so many sides to me, My kingdom for a banion tree. © Lee Mustoe & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Gorbachev told them the truth, No cash to repair the roof. Got building regs from the West, Try to pass your own strict tests. © Lee Mustoe & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 I killed a sweet little mouse, I thought he ruined my house. He lost his life,I lost more, Body and soul on the killing floor. © Lee Mustoe & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Float in madness,cry out loud, Fate is weaving you a shroud. Panic badly,have no trust, Brains return to dirt and dust. © Lee Mustoe & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Baste the rooftops in your gloom, Pearl white harbinger of doom. Fate broods like an overhang, Help God with the fate of man. © Lee Mustoe & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Mind doesn't know what to do, Lions escaping from the zoo. Thoughts are for problems and fun, Legs know when it's best to run. © Lee Mustoe & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 When I took off my head, I wanted my thoughts dead. Heart bathed me in it's bliss, Prem Pal predicted this. © Lee Mustoe & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Condemn a logic bubble When it's brewing up trouble. Caution for a point of view, Reading is easy to do. © Lee Mustoe & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Lying under fallen bricks, Collapsed wall ruined their kicks. Shocking sorrow in a grave, Maintenance, a life might save. © Lee Mustoe & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Double standards,can't avoid, Inner being is a void. Practical tool ? Attitude, Love thy neighbour don't be rude. © Lee Mustoe & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Bleeding rainbows on the sky, Sunsets from a spectrum pie. Heaven's not reached by wings that fly, One form lives,another dies. © Lee Mustoe & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Sun beat down and bake a face, Pigment is a saving grace. Variety is God's choice, See a colour,hear a voice. © Lee Mustoe & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 My wandering sleep themes Are mendicant daydreams, Roaming synapse hedgerows, Learn where all your time goes. © Lee Mustoe & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 By writing odd metered stuff, My lines were not good enough. So I had to learn the rules, All of the wise once were fools. © Lee Mustoe & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 My pen can be outrageous, I like being dangerous. Real things are the writer's toys, True life's full of naughty boys. © Lee Mustoe & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 I went to a kahuna To get the future sooner His message self-defeats All history repeats © Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 I asked a jyotishi If death was quite finishy He told me he's a faker The future is opaquer © Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 My bontos seek a rhythm To strive for imagism Most quatrains are weird creatures Seek poetry in speeches © Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 I illaqueated fish To try out a tasty dish Dishes turned out awful Of creatures be more thoughtful © Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 I tried lymacatexis As dirt becomes cathexis It's one strange paradigm Avoid the need for grime © Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Pick up a jigamaree Thingummybobs are for free Whatchamacallits prevail Strive to elicit detail © Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 I savoured an obvention Rewarding my abstention My diet thrives on cheats Sometimes we all need treats © Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 I tried a stance doxastic To be far more bombastic Most hate opinion shovers Consider thoughts of others © Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Hold your words, it's cleaner To turn a bright modena Than find red-flag dominions Don't colour your opinions © Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Vaguely think for process new. We have to find something to do! We're nearer the end of our rope. Wisdom is focus not hope. © Kenneth Shipley & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Beetles ate my pretty face, Food scarce,just the human race. Never dreamt I'd feel this way, Hindsight can blame acid rain. © Lee Mustoe & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Sleepwalking in empty rooms, Weaving mind faith on prayer looms. Beliefs all point to the sky, Inside is where we should fly. © Lee Mustoe & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Eat rotten toads,how obscene. Even fresh ones have turned green. Clutch your stomach in sick hell, You can die by words as well. © Lee Mustoe & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Judgement by the stony wall, Lest their bubble doth enthral. Dormant friendship can't get help. Best if self importance melts. © Lee Mustoe & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Convulsing upon asoul, Grief came and tore out a hole. Waking moments cast in hell, All ears wait on deaths shock knell. © Lee Mustoe & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Gave criminals L.S.D., Show them what they did to me. They will not do it again, Use karma loga more often. © Lee Mustoe & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Karmic wader,step by death, Further your aim's,with their breath. Bauble people,crushed right down, Social climbers need a town. © Lee Mustoe & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Hope of the world,take a look, Charlie the Chicken,great book. Western world,infant wisdom, Future thought is our kingdom. © Lee Mustoe & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Talking nonsense in a rut, Important Leprechauns strut. Pomp and circumstance deceive, Clover only has three leaves. © Lee Mustoe & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Ducking and diving by noon, The Leader of Britain smells doom. Papers sell in for the kill, Takes water to drive a mill. © Lee Mustoe & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Motorbike dancing is great, Holding hands with death and fate. Roulette by testosterone, Flesh looks better on bone. © Lee Mustoe & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Struggled to write something deep Everyone just fell asleep All the Team is Green Hatting Try to be more interesting © Jukka Kukkonen & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 \~~~/ \_/ | __|__Mixed spirits with wine To enjoy my spare time My stomach felt like hell Not everything mixes well © Tony Stagnitta & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 @@@@ @@()@@ @@@@ | \ | / \ | /I drew in ASCII To keep very busy Bird & flowers came Doodle to keep sane © Tony Stagnitta & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998
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I raised the ship, Titanic To make a film gigantic The film produced a treasure Man is his own measure © Tony Stagnitta & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 salta de tu propio bote pa' hacer crecer este brote veras la altura solar el Ala es para volar --- jump out of your own rowing boat to make this sprout/outbreak grow you'll see the sun's height the Wing is for flying Celebrating the birth of "Ala Hispana/Spanish Wing", a topic in the Edward de Bono Creative Team Conferencing System. © Lucas Gonzalez Santa Cruz & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 |
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