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BONTOS - Volume 30


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 was a man for drinking
To avoid so much thinking
I lost a lot of life
Drinking gives you strife
© George Beacuchamp & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998


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Spoke to an angel
In writing a fable
Kids enjoyed the story
Dreaming can give glory
© Tony Stagnitta & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998

Looked for X T C
Because C U C me
Pleasures in X S
More can be less
© Tony Stagnitta & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998

Drove Drawde's new car at the speed of light
See what happens when you turn on the head lights
Situation and rhyming is identical and relative
Proton truths are secretive and seductive
© Tony Stagnitta & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998

Six thinking hats did I juggle,
To get myself out of a muddle.
My thoughts became crystal clear,
De Bono Thinking: do not fear.
© Peter Birch & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998

Six thinking hats I had to wear,
When weighty problems made me dispair.
Now I've time to sit and talk,
Many hats make light work.
© Peter Birch & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998

Elves attempt quadratic woe
They hate mathematics so
Numbers used a small amount
It's the little things that count
© Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998

Bob sure hates set theory
It leaves his brain quite weary
Draws diagrams by Venn
Think not what's where, but when!
© Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998

Bob would scratch and snort and grunt
As a wild artistic stunt
Grunting leads him into strife
Art in some forms mimics life
© Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998

St. Pancras was all a-din
Folks there seeking insulin
Far and wide the roamers
Try avoid misnomers
© Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998

I sniffed my eschscholzia
It had grown inside a jar
"Noah's nightcap" - funny name
Could our parents be to blame?
© Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998

Arguments get tangled
What's agreed gets mangled
"Who said what to whom?" seeks facts
Place no faith in most contracts
© Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998

Man by fire will still be burnt
Time removes his lessons learnt
Mankind's losses offset gains
History's importance wanes
© Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998

I went to the gallery
Art exhibits thus to see
Looking forward: garde-avant!
Retrospectives often aren't
© Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998

Never mind old farmer Giles
He'll cross fences without stiles
Fences leapt: pastoral stunts!
Guile is wit and art at once
© Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998

Author lifts the writing stakes
Teenage crisis thus awakes
J.D. Salinger espy
Flog the Catcher in the Rye
© Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998

Star-crossed lovers cross their eyes
Juliet - Romeo's prize
Then for love they die (that's fate)
Fifth act deaths are four acts late!
© Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998

Achilles rubbed his toe
He tripped and caused this woe
Such ligament dependence
Don't snap Achilles' tendons!
© Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998

I took taxis through the swamp
Thought this an amusing romp
Mildewed drivers curse and stamp
Always look for rising damp
© Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998

I deferred my birthday's date
So it would be twelve months late
Youthfulness comes from mistruth
Years increase the quest for youth
© Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998

Bob the poet, scrawls in blood
So the ideas fairly flood
Good idea? Maybe not.
Never fail to spot a clot.
© Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998

Bill the chef wears wetsuits. Why?
So his apron will stay dry
He can't work well fettered
Appetites should be whetted
© Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998

Tony cooked his shoes on toast
They are tastier than most
In one sitting they're gulped whole
Sometimes food's good for the sole
© Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998

Bob impaled the boring clown
As his humour let him down
Whereupon bystanders laughed
Often accident is craft
© Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998

Mercury won't take the mail
Venus pinched him on his tail
Mars then steps in, sensing mirth
Try to be more down to Earth
© Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998

All my bontos broke the rules
Poetry turns men to fools
Way too many words in all
Pride precedes poetic fall
© Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998

I wrote bontos rather crude
To prove I should be subdued
Mild expletives hit the page
Profane comments dull with age
© Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998

Put Viagra in my food
To crisp salads limp as viewed
Lettuce stiffens quite unchaste
Some acts show a lack of taste
© Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998

I withdrew each adjective
To my bontos wisdom give
Every bonto sounds the same
Rose by any other name...?
© Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998

I filled up with shiraz
To improvise some jazz
I played more loud than gentle
Beware what's accidental!
© Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998

Put words in parentheses
To make readers notice these
It's as if they're ten feet tall
Understatement says it all
© Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998


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