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BONTOS - Volume 28 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.
And think that we were free But all is not what it seems Men are mostly machines. © Jim Duthoit & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 I rode with Garibaldi (Though I rode rather badly) Now the Pope's defeated Make sure you're not unseated. © Jim Duthoit & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 I'll fart to my heart's content When I'm old and bent No one will come near Freedom means freedom from fear. © Jim Duthoit & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Give me the bad things in life A home a car and a wife I'll be forced to get wise Good things come in disguise. © Jim Duthoit & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 I dreamt of life on MIR Deserted, cold, austere Then woke up in Calcutta We must get used to clutter © Jim Duthoit & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 The bride wore concrete knickers Plastered in warning stickers But found the groom couldn't read Nothing is guaranteed © Jim Duthoit & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 The bride wore cast iron knickers Plastered in warning stickers But found the groom couldn't read Nothing is guaranteed © Jim Duthoit & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Human Zoo's where men reside Concrete jungles to divide Desmond Morris this professed There's nought worse than apes undressed * Based on the writings of Desmond Morris © Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Turtles live 'twixt plated decks Serving to conceal their sex Thus their sex appeal is lost Fashion's seldom worth the cost * Based on the writings of Ogden Nash © Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Every poet is a fool Pope purports this general rule Intersecting sets, no less All fools poets? Let me guess... * Based on the writings of Alexander Pope © Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Bob betrayed each soul he spied To invoke his bitter side This dissolved away his dreams Trust, above all else, redeems © Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 I took three wives in love To prove one's not enough Bigamy's illegal Plan consequence and sequel © Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Aphrodisiacs I shuck Eat twelve oysters, for love luck Nine are bad and three are tough Better to have lost in love.... © Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Silver foil rubs on my teeth To scrape fillings underneath Now they scrape me off the roof Beware theories seeking proof © Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 It's sublime composing rhyme I've just added up the time Shocked by all the waste I see Waste of time's life's penalty © Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 I seek beauty in what's mine Many pleasures to define This test probes the hearts of men Pleasures should be genuine © Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Science generates from myths To perplex the science-smiths Until answered they're annoyed Man seeks meaning from each void © Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Man's composed of cosmic dust To form specks on Earth's thin crust Luckily convivial Cosmically man's trivial © Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 God greets man at life's dead end So man may well comprehend Men claim life was finery Our life's purpose? Irony! © Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Philosophic thought was banned So mankind could understand Hence conjecture's second-best Life's immediacy's its test © Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 I formed a queue of one Being in front is fun Service? Such a lack! It's no fun up the back © Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 This bonto's premature I do not have its cure The last line is a curse What's bad can turn to worse © Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 I lost my left shoe in France People laughed as drunk I danced Slipped into the Seine to freeze Bad luck does occur in threes © Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Al played Steinways with his nose Maurice said "Don't use your toes" Keyboard sounds like groans from Hell Scriabin can Un-Ravel © Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 I set my watch three hours fast So I won't be late or last It's a simple kind of feat Faster repasts now repeat © Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998
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Edward walked on his hatCause he found no foot mat His shoes became very clean Lateral thinking is like Halloween (Halloween is on October 31, celebrated in the United States, Canada, and the British Isles by children going door to door while wearing costumes and begging treats and playing pranks.) © Tony Stagnitta & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Took levitation classes To rise above the masses The method was unsound Keep both feet on the ground © Jim Duthoit & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Tied a rocket to my bike To reach the speeds I like The cycle went ballistic One must be optimistic © Jim Duthoit & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Did a day return to hell (taking limbo in as well) Burnt my backside on the coals Let's hope God saves our souls. © Jim Duthoit & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 I just can't sing the blues Without adding reddish hues And when that makes me mellow Get positive; sing yellow. © Jim Duthoit & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 |
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