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BONTOS - Volume 27 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 reveal what we suppose Writing so the blank page fills Operacy builds your skills © Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Poets face the enemy One blank page for all to see Seek ideas and then commit Artistry's a test of wit © Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 I inspired myself with cheese To create verse by degrees Faced with holes in verse I've placed Bonto's waste (but what a waist!) © Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Oops! I've overstepped the mark I write bontos rather dark Don't hate bonto's brevity Try aspire to levity © Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Monosyllables I wrote As a line length antidote Rhyme that's this concise is tough Know when you have said enough © Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Bontos get precise Broad strokes will suffice Aim for thought concise Sharp wit does entice © Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Tony submits ASCII art To the web's search engine heart Engine won't know art from text Searches often are perplexed © Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 ASCII art should be admired Tony's drawings are inspired Sometimes bontos may seem bleak Critics should be tongue-in-cheek! © Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Scratched a bonto on the ground To say something most profound Crashing waves delete my text Sh*ul* *e c*re wh** h*p**ns n*x*? © Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Choices serve to rot my brain Options drive me quite insane Schizophrenic thought confines Is life fair? I'm in two minds... © Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Harrison swings from a whip It's a movie! (comic strip?) Spielberg spiels ; our senses fire Seek out heroes to admire © Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 I spent Friday on the phone Planning my weekend alone Slept for two days I'm afraid Sometimes plans are best not made © Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 I passed chemotherapy Failure meant too much to me Spectre raised and then subsides Life's incentive death provides © Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Hippocratic oaths we take So our lives their full routes make Seek life's worth - stretch death's preface Ars longa Vita Brevis © Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 E.F.Schumacher contracts "Small is beautiful" enacts Our corollary's agreed Ugliness is gross indeed © Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Try to pass time's acid test Knowing when to work and rest There's a factor quite unseen What do we do in between? © Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 I wrote bontos half complete Their conclusion's not too sweet Slowly resurrect the rhyme Works deferred are thieves of time © Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 I get younger every year It's an attitude quite dear Some consider this unreal You're as young as how you feel © Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Place trust in all you read It's truthful, yes, indeed Beliefs cannot be fractured Consent is manufactured © Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 I ignore advice obtuse Offerings from cannons loose Fools and their words soon must part Rhetoric's a waste of art © Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Mistress' eyes don't like the sun She has just sunglasses on Heed words dialectical Never, Miss. The spectacle! © Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Inner peace is now man's myth Most do nervousness to death I'm unsure, it's sure to me Life's uncertain, certainly! © Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Meek rewarded for their past! Meek inherit earth at last! Earthly comforts, futile cause You don't need it once it's yours © Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Syllables count twenty-eight It's a bonto's ultimate As they're inked it is distinct You must think to be succinct |
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