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BONTOS - Volume 24 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.
Thanks to Blake's "Experience" Image lingers with pretence Heed all "Songs of Innocence" ©Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Ed designed this Bonto thing To exhaust this lazy Team. "I'm not trying to be nice." Bontos are for exercise. ©Lucas Gonzalez Santa Cruz & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 An alien grabbed my face What an urgent thinking case! Hit the bug with PMI Motto: Think better or die. ©Jukka Kukkonen & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 1997 is 1998 in Bontos23 Copyright is for all to see Another excuse for a Bonto Almost all things can be done pronto ©Tony Stagnitta & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Bontos stopped in year 2040 Steve and Jim stopped being naughty Creative poetry ran out of steam All of life should be cream ©Tony Stagnitta & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Some people hate the Bonto Cause some can do it pronto Bonto love has no ceiling or floor Poetry has no written law ©Tony Stagnitta & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Jim & Steve played the sex card With Bontos you must play hard Bontos23 are a winner Laugh at sex and be a sinner ©Tony Stagnitta & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Made my spare time sublime 6Hats screensaver works fine I think about this and that Always keep on a thinking hat ©Tony Stagnitta & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Dick proved every teacher's dream Dick had IQ scores extreme Told his teachers they were thick No-one likes a clever Dick. ©Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Martin set fire to his hand To guage the pain he could stand Alas it would not go out Is certainty worse than doubt ©Tim Griffiths & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Jack's house had walls of air To shield him from the sun's glare He froze close to death one night Thoughts think us,try,though,we might ©Tim Griffiths & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Jung theorized total chance She led him a merry dance She haunted him all his days Passion often thought betrays ©Tim Griffiths & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 The Pope believed in his hat Taller than a prayer mat Millions looked on amazed How truth is often betrayed ©Tim Griffiths & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 The King cheats on a test So he appears the best Now he reigns supreme Things aren't all they seem ©Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 The lottery yields losers Beggars can't be choosers Numbers aren't elective Try be more selective ©Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 My art's blued, lewd and crude To exude mood too rude Viewed skewed it's misconstrued Etudes extrude prude-viewed ©Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Ralph threw himself in jail For robbing a bank in Dale Of his troubles he was shot Happy he who wills his lot ©Tim Griffiths & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 E's unrelativity Came from consipidity He sat but stayed looseless Thought without deed is fruitless ©Tim Griffiths & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Will wrote sonnets, taking days He felt angry, tired of plays Skill set goes from best to verse Poetry turns tense to terse ©Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 I filled my bath with leeches To suck on my worst features With luck slim buttocks follow Some tales are hard to swallow ©Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Contemplate the pigeon It figures in religion It coos, it flies, (Good grief!) Some blessings test belief! ©Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 The aardvark jumped in front An alphabetic stunt Once there it's less than earnest Don't tempt a taxidermist ©Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 I scoffed a trough of offal Oft offal offers scoffal Off scoffs are often proffered Scoff offal off oft-offered ©Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Bus driver handing out fare You're paid to go anywhere End where you don't want to stay Money can lead you astray ©Jim Handyside & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Phones you call you Remind what to do Never miss a note Mind's better by wrote ©Jim Handyside & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 The Flying Bonto First thought comes pronto Mired, thoughts now thinnish Fast start, slow finish ©Jim Handyside & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 This magnet sticks to air You can put it anywhere Junk hanging now obstruction Over use comes from seduction ©Jim Handyside & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Used a lawyer for my thinking On trial for faulty parking Then fined because of his spate The fix can exacerbate ©Jim Handyside & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Snow piled on the sidewalk A path to ski not walk The weather we did master What may seem slow is faster ©Jim Handyside & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 The gun fired words Speaking undeterred Killing other's thought Chatter leads to naught ©Jim Handyside & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 I bet money on Jim's horse Thinking he'd be first on course Didn't do me any good Never bet on tinned dog food ©Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Emily lost her spine she felt so far from fine Then one day she took a blow It's work to go with the flow ©Tim Griffiths & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Ralph made a golden guitar For music better by far The beauty was less not more The heart has the richest store ©Tim Griffiths & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Does a bonto questions ask? Is it equal to the task? Will it work out as we're told? Do life's questions e'er unfold? ©Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Does a bonto questions pose? Are they answers someone knows? Are solutions like gestalt? Will these stupid questions halt? ©Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Who cares what a bonto asks? No-one cares about such tasks Answers bring us to a halt Don't blame me (it's not my fault) ©Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 E de B meets Dr. Seuss Poetry has been cut loose Bontos, rhymes, and slang perverse Rhyme's a literary curse ©Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Dr. Seuss wrote bontos, viz: For some topic full of fizz Zizzer-zozzer, Fox in Sox "Why?" leaves us a paradox! ©Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 I took KMNO4 Glycerine reacts for sure Oops! I think I've lost an arm! Household chemicals cause harm ©Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Played A7 with flat five To bring E flat bass alive E flat seven, flat five, thus Harmony's ambiguous ©Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Spike Jones played the lagerphone It sounds better than trombone William Tell with gargling? True. Don't imbibe "Cocktails for Two" ©Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Frank sang shoo-be-doo-be-doo To fill in a bar or two Song called "Strangers..." was a hit Timing matters. Every bit. ©Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 I resigned my trusty pen It's all "bontoed-out" again Words discharged on many counts Bonto's best in small amounts ©Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Atlas slam-dunked planet earth As a matter of some mirth Then on rebound: three point gift Count on continental drift ©Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Atlas tossed the world up high So he'd catch each female's eye This display's a common tack Power's an aphrodisiac ©Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 I piped down the valleys wild To see clouds support a child I piped pleasant glee in song William Blake sure got it wrong ©Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Ambiguity provides Multiplicity of sides Freedom of confusion reigns Choice itself may not bring gains ©Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 I drive by hovercraft In spite of friends who laughed Take rivers, dodge the traffic The best ideas are graphic ©Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 los cuervos comen ojos criados a su antojo ya no veras mas dias cuidado con tus crias! (crows eat eyes grown without rules you won't see more days beware of your offspring) ©Lucas Gonzalez Santa Cruz & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 los pies del pensamiento buscan el movimiento y encuentran estas rimas los bontos desafinan! (thinking's feet search for movement and find these rhymes bontos are out of tune) ©Lucas Gonzalez Santa Cruz& Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 brains, bontos and worms convoluted forms ideas expressed some thoughts best supressed ©Lucas Gonzalez Santa Cruz & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Mi camello volaba porque la sed quemaba. El sol freno su vuelo. Enfria tus anhelos! (My camel flied because thirst burned. The sun stopped his flight. Cool down your desire!) ©Lucas Gonzalez Santa Cruz & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Te dan un susto por darse gusto. Se te va el hipo. Hazlo en Equipo! (They frighten you for their own pleasure. You stop having hiccups. Do it with a Team!) ©Lucas Gonzalez Santa Cruz & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 syllables tight the bonto fight great to achieve I made it, Steve! ©Lucas Gonzalez Santa Cruz & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 The best soil was not growing crops The forest policed by eco-cops "Trees forever on this isotherm!" Early bird catches the worm ©Jim Handyside & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 The seeder was not on decant Tractor raced to finish the plant Left the soil barren and firm Early bird catches the worm ©Jim Handyside & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Water rushed up Lowland Street It had been raining for many a week All survivors behind the berm The early bird catches the worm ©Jim Handyside & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Heifers were lined up for blocks The stud was from such fine stock Our bull is now out of sperm Early bird catches the worm ©Jim Handyside & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Robins listening for dinner Noisy earth dwelling slither But the earth would never squirm Early bird catches the worm ©Jim Handyside & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 High fever was left ignored In doc's office he's easily bored Now overcome by the germ Early bird catches the worm ©Jim Handyside & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Thinking that led to nothing Came too early for the timing Good ideas were there to affirm Early bird catches the worm ©Jim Handyside & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Study by sleeping on book All semester I never did look Crammed learning at end of the term Early bird catches the worm ©Jim Handyside & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 The aim is entelechy For inner eyes to see I feel ilan vital Ask a wise man, he may tell ©James McGregor & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 I took off my head To see what it said We both fell apart Listen to your heart ©James McGregor & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 I resist rocky thinking To stop perceptions sinking I become free at last Think slow and think fast ©James McGregor & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 AV grew a tree To see what he could C He recognised a lot Some things are not forgot ©James McGregor & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 I looked in all directions I needed new perceptions I had a broader view You always know what to do ©James McGregor & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 I took my conscience from it's box, To give my esteem some violent knocks, It made me think I had no will, I should have looked where my heart was still. ©Lee Mustoe & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 AV grew a tree To see what he could see He recognised a lot Be grateful for what you've got ©James McGregor & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Bontos penned in fuel are lit For a pyrotechnic hit Fumes consume these rooms we learned Give up smoking - you'll get burnt ©Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 My handkerchief looks old I have a nasty cold It's glued with green profusion Cold fusion's no illusion ©Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 I drank a caustic soda To prove a fitting coda It left me quite aphasic Dumbfounding or just basic? ©Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 I am free but I have a master I followed the wise, steered away from disaster light and love and joy have been my reward wisdom will flow from where it is stored ©Shaun Hopkins & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 I can fly, you don't believe me,then look I'm a fictional character stuck in a book read my story I'll fly in your imagination a flexible mind leaves room for creation ©Shaun Hopkins & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 I'm hung like a horse and 60 ft tall my ego's gone crazy I'm in for a fall my boastings have made me the target of fun don't call it an ouze when it's a pea gun ©Shaun Hopkins & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Today I drove to work in my bed I built the prototype in my garden shed in Londons traffic I slip into oblivion go the whole hog once you have begun ©Shaun Hopkins & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 In my house is a wood and a stream to me it seemed normal, it was in a dream now I am trying to design a natural home in impossible realms a dreamer roams ©Shaun Hopkins & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 A group of men who thought themselves wise self delusion put stars in their eyes they missed the wisdom in his words fly high and free just like the birds ©Shaun Hopkins & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 The lunatics took over the asylum they had forgotten the laws as wisdom they pranced and preened, Woods elite band the truth slips through your fingers just like sand ©Shaun Hopkins & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Bright sunlight but rain pours on me I must be caught in my own negativity sunshine outside but within me is night I brought the rain and turned off the light ©Shaun Hopkins & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 They put me in a box and labelled me trouble maker, big head, he's abit crazy now I stand alone and answer to none Maharaji is the master take his meditation ©Shaun Hopkins & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Smiles and respect hid jealousy and loathing pretending to be perfect, not wolves in sheeps clothing living that lie that sham, or searching for reality Maharaji and de Bono bring wisdom and clarity ©Shaun Hopkins & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Thousands of miracles happen to me each day I give thanks for my heartbeat it allows me to stay breathing this air, conscious of death no time to waste, it could be my last breath ©Shaun Hopkins & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 I got on my horse in a diving suit at the water jump he'd throw me, the bloody brute prepared for the water, I went for a dive strategic thinking helps keep you alive ©Shaun Hopkins & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 On the highest mountain I felt so low compared to the stars, I'd a long way to go Nature taught me things great and small we're like ants spinning in space on a tennis ball ©Shaun Hopkins & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Money and hope came from a trip to the loo whilst doing my business inspiration flew somehow I glimpsed a way out of poverty sucess comes from doing what comes naturally ©Shaun Hopkins & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 In the height of battle, I sat down and thought is this reality, or in a dream am I caught the mists of illusion slowly wafted away clear thinking hunts illusions for its prey ©Shaun Hopkins & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 I'm a cardboard cutout, just pretending to be I don't want to wake up, so I hide in the illusory blaming all but myself for my state wake up now, before it's too late ©Shaun Hopkins & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 I want to help others, so I keep to myself trying to find ways to release my creative wealth hours spent alone, in the hope of a gift through so much bullshit we are forced to sift ©Shaun Hopkins & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 All my problems have but one solution clean up my act, stop this internal pollution shine light in the darkness, see my way positive thoughts pierce through dismay ©Shaun Hopkins & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Free as a bird whilst bound and chained inside of me illusions reigned a bird trapped in a gilded cage you are the cause of all your rage ©Shaun Hopkins & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 I stood on a glowing ball of molten fire I was being consumed by my own desire somehow I lost sight of those I love most make a mistake in love and surely you'll roast ©Shaun Hopkins & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 I rode my horse into work today I wanted to know what the boss might say it shat on his desk and I lost my job you know you'll be shafted if you act like a nob ©Shaun Hopkins & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 I needed to talk so I took a vow of silence echoing inside me a voice in the distance I listened and soon heard the songs of my heart in silence and stilness we will find true Art ©Shaun Hopkins & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 When I run and jump I don't come down when I leap in a dream I float off the ground somehow, on another plain, I can fly where do dreams go when I open my eyes? ©Shaun Hopkins & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 |
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