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BONTOS - Volume 33 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.
Offered to light his cigar It didn't come out as planned Some things need a steady hand © Jim Duthoit & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Turn my back on things I said Proto-truth has killed them dead. Clean heart and an open mind New horizons hope shall find. © Lee Mustoe & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Told my friend goodbye for now, Couldn't share his sacred cow. Hearts don't care for eating words, Wasting love now seems absurd. © Lee Mustoe & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Foolish dance in front of you, My heart is a ballet shoe. Clumsy partner's steps might hurt, Jewels don't sparkle in the dirt. © Lee Mustoe & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 I need nothing, but I want, Happy by an endless font. Come or go, I do not mind, A bonus is a lucky find. © Lee Mustoe & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Dying in a Scottish wood, Poisoned by a man made pud. Sickle not yet stained with blood, Love cannot thrive in the mud. © Lee Mustoe & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Oh! That marvellous pen sky, Inks the ether 'fore my eye. Joy combusts in living fumes, Spirits die in stagnant rooms. © Lee Mustoe & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Beckon death through autumn trees, Wish to die in golden leaves. Rapture though the sickle fell, Some secrets you cannot tell. © Lee Mustoe & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Strain to hear the falling rain, The sounds of the now are plain. Holy footsteps weaving peace, Life thrives on a silver fleece. © Lee Mustoe & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Pollen carried on a hod, Humble wings that fly for God. Fauna fire burning free, Man should imitate a bee. © Lee Mustoe & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Turn thee Ocean, I demand, Man needs food that must be farmed. Value laden speeches made, Walls of words cannot be saved. © Lee Mustoe & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Semtex anger, force of ill, Cause is dead, a bitter pill. Blood red children make a wreath, Red hat action may leave grief. © Lee Mustoe & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Metal plane makes death again, Satellite pinpoints the blame. Karmic worm hates all the more, Revenge is a diseased whore. © Lee Mustoe & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Elephant's ears I now wear To improve the way I hear "Will this catch on?" others ask. Is man equal to the tusk? © Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 I can't place this ocelot It won't stand still in one spot Always seems to vacillate Ocelot lots oscillate © Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Monica took a cigar To place it in spots bizarre She surely must be joking It pays to give up smoking © Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Bill broke constitutions To practice strange ablutions Someone censured Bill You can't constrain free will © Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Bill smoked a Havana To prove his rakish manner Its taste was quite embittered Some faults should be admitted © Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Bill gave up his cigar It didn't get him far Instead he took up drinking Judge leaders by their thinking © Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Try mate hens with fishes To contravene their wishes They won't engage in sex Don't mix your gills and pecks © Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Thinking tried with latitude For creative gratitude Idea beatitude Green hat is an attitude © Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 I screamed at teams of squires For mixing reams and quires Repairing this took ages There's odd and even pages © Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 I burst out of my bindings Strong coffee's clear remindings The smell is quite delightful Caffeine thought's insightful © Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 I came out of a coma Brewed coffee's strong aroma Elixir quite afflictive Good things of life? Addictive! © Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 I tore my origami It's not good to alarm me I now need a mechanic Remember not to panic © Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 Giraffe's neck is in knots It watched the Grand Prix lots And now it cannot swallow Don't watch too close, just follow © Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1998 |
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