A Ponification

I remembered a poem from way back in my early furry days (circa 1998, original poem written in 1995 by Croc O'Dile of TigerMUCK w/help from Tony DeMatio), then I ponified it.

If the true meaning of brony you wish to understand
You must think in terms of hoof and not hand
You must release your mind from society's cage
For Brony prefers no race, sex, preference or age

You must sort through the hype and exploitation
To be Brony needs no justification
It is to reach out and embrace the unknown
To be surrounded by friends, no longer alone

It is not a gimmick or a political movement
It's nothing so pretentious as a method of improvement
It's only to seek solace in the presence of friends
For when one is a brony, the loneliness ends

It is sometimes to be controlled by one's emotions
It is to often be unsure of depths of devotion
It is the sweet pain of impossible dreams
It is never quite as close or as far as it seems

It is feelings being known without words being spoken
It is the inevitable occasional heart being broken
It is the type of love that now seems cliche
It's experience gained from having learned the hard way

It's a snuggle, a fuzzle, a whinny or chirr
It's ears and hooves and tails and fur
It's what we are, not outside but within
It's the binding force that makes us all kin

It's a nicker in greeting to friends held dear
It's a bristling squeal when confronted by fear
It's a friendly pat or hug to show that we care
It's a deep understanding, a compassion that's rare

If what it is to be brony you still don't comprehend
Then consider this advice, my curious friend
If you're willing to respect that which you don't understand
Then come take my hoof and I'll take your hand.

It's a work in progress.

Comments

[Chatoyance]

I really like this.
This is a wonderful sentiment.

[exuvium]

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I'm glad

I thought about trying to work in the elements somehow, but the meter and rhyme scheme didn't lend itself well to it without having to completely rewrite the whole thing.