Edgar Albert Guest

(20 August 1881 - 5 August 1959 / Birmingham / England)

Edgar Albert Guest Poems

361. We'Re Dreamers All 8/27/2014
362. Pa Discusses Economy 8/27/2014
363. Little Fellow 8/27/2014
364. United States 8/27/2014
365. Cliffs Of Scotland 8/27/2014
366. Glad 8/27/2014
367. King 8/27/2014
368. Punishment 8/27/2014
369. Hubbard And Pelletier 8/27/2014
370. The Dream Days 8/27/2014
371. When Pa Gets Back 8/27/2014
372. The Card Club's First Meeting 8/27/2014
373. The New Year's Caller 8/27/2014
374. The After-Dinner Smoke 8/27/2014
375. The Old-Fashioned Cooks 8/27/2014
376. Snooping 'Round 8/27/2014
377. Little Fishermen 8/27/2014
378. An Apple Tree In France 8/27/2014
379. Only A Building 8/27/2014
380. Your Caddie And You 8/27/2014
381. The Tramp 8/27/2014
382. Where Children Play 9/2/2014
383. Green Apple Time 9/2/2014
384. Dreading 9/2/2014
385. The Joy Of Getting Back 9/2/2014
386. The Lanes Of Apple Bloom 9/2/2014
387. Warning The Carpenter 9/2/2014
388. Little Marie 9/2/2014
389. Out In The Open 9/2/2014
390. Pixley Folks 9/2/2014
391. Out At Pelletier's 9/2/2014
392. What Counts 8/27/2015
393. The Peaks Of Valor 9/2/2014
394. Not Crossing Bridges 9/2/2014
395. Now And Then 9/2/2014
396. A Personal View Of War 9/2/2014
397. The Father Of The Man 8/27/2014
398. The Right Family 8/27/2014
399. The Peevish Man 8/27/2014
400. Fishin'-Hunger 8/27/2014

Comments about Edgar Albert Guest

  • Chester Copeland (10/9/2014 9:12:00 AM)

    I have a copy of a poem, attributed to Edgar Guest, entitled The Lighthouse Keeper Wonders. I cannot locate this poem under his name in these listings. Can anyone offer an explanation?

    The poem is about the speculations of an ex-lighthouse keeper who was put ashore (retired) by the mechanical automation of his lighthouse.

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  • Lorrie Martinez (11/3/2013 8:35:00 PM)

    I have the original writing of I follow the famous father it's on a brown paper bag it is sign by Edgar Albert Guest himself. It was in a frame with a document and it was behind the document

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  • Jeanette Porter (9/1/2013 9:33:00 AM)

    Edgar Guest was not just a poet but a teacher of what we would call now long lost morals. Although I am much to young to have seen his poetry in print I can say without a doubt he shaped my life and is a large part of who I am today. Brilliant poet!

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  • Wyman Atkinson (6/16/2013 10:12:00 AM)

    I have and have read most of Mr. Guest's poems. I'm certain a lot would consider his work hackneyed and perhaps by to-days standard of poetry, some might agree. Edgar lived in a different time, a more simple, less complex and naive time in history. I read his work, with my head in my mother's era (1911) . Mr. Guest wrote with his heart and his soul and all of it made perfect sense. He was Detroit's poet laureate!

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  • John Burdick (6/10/2012 5:24:00 AM)

    I just love the man but wish I could find more of his biography. I would like to know about his religious beliefs.

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  • Cynthia Mcleod (3/28/2012 8:59:00 PM)

    My favorite poem by Guest is not on here. That's such a shame. It's called Teamwork. Google it (:

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  • Roy Altemus (5/18/2010 11:04:00 PM)

    This was so appropriate for today's drivers. It was on the back of a 1949 Hudson car manual:

    COURTESY / Edgar A. Guest © 1947

    Not the “right of way” when driving, but the simple way of right and never once forgetting to be courteous and polite.
    A little bit of patience as behind the wheel you sit and you’ll never lose a fender and a child you’ll never hit.

    Oh, the worst of phrases ringing all through motordom today is that selfish bit of wording that is known as “right of way.”
    It has filled the graves of many who have sped some road along, since death never asks the question, is the driver right or wrong.

    Just a little thought for others, just remembering to be kind, just the willingness in traffic to slow down and stay behind.
    Just the show of gracious manners which all gentle folks display, and all the accidents that happen will be fewer day by day.

    Just control that flash of temper when another sounds his horn. In the car may be a mother soon to have her baby born.
    Be considerate in your driving and be courteous and be kind, and you’ll reach your dwelling safely and you’ll keep your peace of mind.

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  • Naomi Bigelow (2/8/2008 5:08:00 PM)

    I grew up listening to WJR radio out of Detroit; listening to Edgar A. Guest's son, Bud Guest was part of everyday life. I remember one of his dad's poems, 'Open-face Letters' as the earliest one I can recall. This man's poetry and his son's voice are some of the homey things from The Good Old Days. They influenced me to begin writing poetry, too. Although I ended up published with novels, I still write the occasional poem, partly due to the Guests.

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  • Steven Albert (10/20/2007 3:48:00 AM)


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Best Poem of Edgar Albert Guest

A Toast To The Men

Here's to the men! Since Adam's time
They've always been the same;
Whenever anything goes wrong,
The woman is to blame.
From early morn to late at night,
The men fault-finders are;
They blame us if they oversleep,
Or if they miss a car.
They blame us if, beneath the bed,
Their collar buttons roll;
They blame us if the fire is out
Or if there is no coal.
They blame us if they cut themselves
While shaving, and they swear
That we're to blame if they decide
To go upon a tear.

Here's to the ...

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See It Through

When you're up against a trouble,
Meet it squarely, face to face;
Lift your chin and set your shoulders,
Plant your feet and take a brace.
When it's vain to try to dodge it,
Do the best that you can do;
You may fail, but you may conquer,
See it through!
Black may be the clouds about you

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