He presses and pulls, with practiced grace, Each teddy bear begins to take shape, A round soft head, a button nose, Small arms and legs that gently pose. The wet cement, like clay, it bends, But once it's set, it will be a friend. The bears are soft in his tender eyes, Though they’ll never hug, or close their eyes. Each bear he makes, with bare hands pressed, A labor of love, of silent quest. They start as lumps; no form, no name, And end with a soul, never quite the same. Children wander, come close, and stare- Their small hands touch, but find no care. For though the bears are hard as stone, They wear the warmth the old man’s shown. His fingers ache, his body too, But each new bear feels born anew. No need for fabric, thread, or seam- Just wet cement and a quiet dream. So in the twilight, he works away, Molding love from the end of day, For in cement, that cannot bend, The old man’s hands shape many friends.
I once new a man called Palmer, Who had been a top embalmer. Then he reached seventy-seven, Started dreaming about heaven and Became a concrete bear farmer.
I am nearly 80 and I have a precious teddy bear I bought for myself when I was being bullied and stalked by Susie Barsoum in Satan Monica, Ca. about 15 years ago.
Concrete Bear Addiction | Archive Highlights 2003pm 4.1.25 mr palmer is sadly lacking in things to do... that said, his art expresses the bear necessities re: his innate desire to express himself... in this tacit juxtaposition of mother earth and concrete effigy. being sarcastic is mr palmer's art made manifest.
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I wonder what happened to all the bears. I hope they all found new homes.
Pedobear bought them all
Ground up and made into road base, I'm guessing. Sic transit gloria mundi.
Probably the trash. I'm all for folk art, but these bears are hideous
He presses and pulls, with practiced grace,
Each teddy bear begins to take shape,
A round soft head, a button nose,
Small arms and legs that gently pose.
The wet cement, like clay, it bends,
But once it's set, it will be a friend.
The bears are soft in his tender eyes,
Though they’ll never hug, or close their eyes.
Each bear he makes, with bare hands pressed,
A labor of love, of silent quest.
They start as lumps; no form, no name,
And end with a soul, never quite the same.
Children wander, come close, and stare-
Their small hands touch, but find no care.
For though the bears are hard as stone,
They wear the warmth the old man’s shown.
His fingers ache, his body too,
But each new bear feels born anew.
No need for fabric, thread, or seam-
Just wet cement and a quiet dream.
So in the twilight, he works away,
Molding love from the end of day,
For in cement, that cannot bend,
The old man’s hands shape many friends.
I once new a man called Palmer,
Who had been a top embalmer.
Then he reached seventy-seven,
Started dreaming about heaven and
Became a concrete bear farmer.
Did you compose this in the 45 minutes since this has been uploaded?? 👏
@@rucksacks No, each bear contributed one line.
@@rucksacks I made mine up.
that's beautiful.. you need a publisher ..
everyone needs to read it.. my heart is all mushy.. thank you.. 🕊️🤍
My great-grandfather struggled with concrete addiction, he would make shoes for the local mafia
Forget flamingoes and garden gnomes, I want these bears!
He was an absolutely brave and wonderful man, he looked like, with the wonderful bears.
So he was born in 1884 😮 ,wonder where he served in the 1st war?
wherever: shell shock seems to have driven him mad.
Probably a bit old for WW1.
33 when they introduced conscription.
Incredible
Vibing across several plains of Existence
1:07 I like the chubby one with the book
Me, too
A retired lamp inspector? And im over here strugglin
Imagine you live in Bradford on Avon and you're digging in the garden and you unearth one of these horrors.
This is so sweet, honestly.
A retired lamp inspector. He probably bought a house too.
Wonderful! Are they still there?
a house is not a home with out a teddy bear or two
I am nearly 80 and I have a precious teddy bear I bought for myself when I was being bullied and stalked by Susie Barsoum in Satan Monica, Ca. about 15 years ago.
I hope it helped you. Bullying is extremely cruel, and it's astonishing that children can be so cruel, so young x
Don’t we all do this?
I feel like I've learned nothing and only have more questions
I'll take a miniature bear statue, please.
go bears!
Er wurde 1884 geboren, das heiBt, er hat den Weltkrieg miterlebt 😮
Extaordinary 👏 🌷 👏 🌷
i love them all
someone get my man a drink
Concrete Bear Addiction | Archive Highlights 2003pm 4.1.25 mr palmer is sadly lacking in things to do... that said, his art expresses the bear necessities re: his innate desire to express himself... in this tacit juxtaposition of mother earth and concrete effigy. being sarcastic is mr palmer's art made manifest.
Lamp inspector does sound like a made up job for someone too old to do anything else.
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His name is Bob Danvers-Walker
@@BlandNutz No. That is wrong. His name is Peter Noble and as well as voicing Pathe, he was also a continuity announcer at ATV in the 1960s.
Would you perhaps know the time period during which these were voiced? Thanks @@stephenguppy7882
A bit young to go to school 😂
This is…unbearable
He was drunk at the time