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The Edward de Bono Creative Team^TMBONTOS - Volume 37

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.

un perro flaco
sale del saco
se come al mago
hay malos tragos

a skinny dog
gets out of the bag
it eats the magician
some things are hard to swallow

We explore with Hubbles
Inside our logic bubbles
We may see a lot out there
Mere mirrors can't ever care
© Jukka Kukkonen & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998

Where have I been?
Hostage to routine.
So easy to stay passive;
We'd better be creative.
© Jukka Kukkonen & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998

Cast ideas in concrete
My mind had become replete
Was molded to shape then set
After harvest, more to get
© Jim Handyside & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998

Barbed wire greeting
Safety in meeting
Strangers are kept out
Exclusion limits doubt
© Jim Handyside & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998

The lads formed funny tales
Humour made by/for males
Most missed the mark by miles
Without trial bring no smiles
© Jim Handyside & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998

Genius played the fool
Knowledge from the pool
Friends respond to the poll
A flag's wave needs a pole
© Jim Handyside & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998

Knife was no real cutter
It was made for butter
No options; I settle
To attempt takes mettle
© Jim Handyside & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998

A bonto written as a sentence
can demonstrate author competence
and shows form to be a trigger;
some poems you don't need to figure
© Jim Handyside & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998

A cult with no direction
To follow your discretion
Stayed true to goals and values
Tools best applied to your use
© Jim Handyside & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998

Wrapping on the inside
Protected from self chide
Withstood external force
Strength so forged by discourse
© Jim Handyside & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998

The false blends in with true
Answers are far too few
Not simple, where to go
No map, ride the wind's blow
© Jim Handyside & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998

The gut was quickly read
I think without the head
Feelings sparked cognition
Value intuition
© Jim Handyside & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998

She moved forward looking back
To see just how fit would track
Problems shown by history
Future's not all mystery
© Jim Handyside & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998

Their bark had lots of byte
Brought what's known into sight
Found the facts with purpose
Knowledge helps when surfaced
© Jim Handyside & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998

Gold was thrown out in the trash
A yellow rock, was not cash
The garbage man intercepts
Value hides behind concepts
© Jim Handyside & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998

They softened their brain stiffness
For lateral forgiveness
Thinking with agility
Effort builds ability
© Jim Handyside & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998

He didn't breath and turned dark blue
Was distracted from what to do
Died with signal undetected
Reins work best if not neglected
© Jim Handyside & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998

Said good evening at break of dawn
Ours is arriving, theirs is gone
Recognized sun's different phase
Remind what's shared; the spirits raise
© Jim Handyside & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998

Driving fast I lost my load
Swerved to miss bump in road
Had to stop to gather mess
Fast is slow I must confess
© Jim Handyside & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998

Let us go then, you and I -
Bontos are spread on the sky.
Come now, let's make our visit,
Oh, do not ask "What is it?"
© Jukka Kukkonen & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998
(Note: adapted from "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock" by T.S.Eliot)

Women line the salons
To fix their hair and talons
Gossiping they chatter
Do airs and graces matter?
© Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998

"I will stamp out doggy-doo!"
Politician states his view
Then he stamps; onlookers laugh
Navigate the safest path
© Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998

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