BronyCon, In Verse · 4:39am Aug 31st, 2017
I threatened to do this and didn't manage to talk myself out of it. It's not exactly a recap, but I hope it's a decent illustration (in fourteener triplets, for some reason) of what the weekend was like for me. Thank you very much to everyone who helped make it that way. If I interacted with you at the convention at all, there's a shout-out in there somewhere. Oh, and a few right up front...
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A horses' concourse, of course, of course,
Discourses until it is hoarse, of course,
Unless its refreshments are reinforced
By TheJediMasterEd!
Go right to the bar and ask for more
He'll give ya the cure for what ails ya, shore,
He's ready with a steady pour
TheJediMasterEd!
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Bad Horse
Bad Horse
Bad Horse
He wheels to registration
Despite the shape he's in,
He'll test a new creation
On his minions and his friends!
It involves participation
So let's go play pretend
(An Applejack, a Pinkie Pie
Celestia meets Flutterguy)
Bad Horse
Bad Horse
Bad Horse
He's...Dude are you okay?
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To Olden Bronie, Questing Beast, Wren dedicates this measure:
Missed by moments, unmet friends remain tomorrow's treasure.
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I returned to this between-place from a nowhere that I know.
Drove mountain morning dark behind, rode unfurled dawn below
And saw the sun-side of a storm that veiled the evenglow.
Earthward now it shimmers, lighting on an upturned face,
Gasping at the green of her, the slow and rolling grace,
The newness of the comfort in her honey-thick embrace.
For here the sky will press you like a lover in its arms
At the crossroads of the compass, with its half-uncovered charms,
To breathe you full of secrets that beguile and disarm
And here I gain the good true hand that draws me to the center,
Built on sun and starlight and the dreams of some inventor
Who has fallen into fairyland (so must we all to enter.)
The wings of wonderment are wide, their light and shadow splaying
Over makers making, dancers dancing, players playing,
Writers will their worlds to life while lovers, they love, saying
Be with me for here and now, be in my soul for ever.
Be as you are and free, and where you wander you will never
Leave me--I will always be what we have made together.
Trooping all in twos and fours and dozens more they go,
Clad in every color, wild, fantastic shapes to show
A sea of friends and strangers, and some searching on their own
For something still unknown. And in my way I move between
And seek what springs within me and what wishes to be seen.
Try to touch the magic softly. Wait for what it means.
Welcome writ on new-found faces, old friends keeping close with care.
Standing among sisters, daring more than I have dared,
Rising from the ashes to a roaring in the air.
Even in the dark alone and dancing, I am found.
Someone reads the fortune in my eyes without a sound
And shares the silence at my side, until I come around
To good cheer and conversation (though never time enough)
Ideally among inklings, with a cup of sturdy stuff,
Curled up with pretty folk and pillows soft as Fluffle Puff.
A little piece of paradise for just a little while.
A reminder to remember every reason left to smile,
The music still to carry me across the many miles.
My first time was a love song, though I did not know the words
(I own that I have ever been a solitary bird)
I hummed along until I found a second, and a third
For harmony comes easy in the loved and listening herd,
Where time is made, unsteady hearts are given space to stir
And choose to hold each other, to behold and to be heard.
Yo Bad Horse... y'alright?
Gorgeous. Thank you for this, and thanks to Ed for pointing me this way.
You bring tears to my eyes, from the happy memories and beauty of this piece.
Thank you.
Ah! Loved this bit. It's so true.
Lovely. Especially "For here the sky will press you like a lover in its arms" etc.
Was good to see you again, and be some modest part of this.
...
Man I thought I had chops. But you...your chops have chops!
Coda:
I'm glad somebody else watches the clouds when they fly.
This is quite a good poem. Maybe it's the first pony filk. Very nice ending.
4653799 I was on my way to a full recovery, until you reminded me of .MOV .