Edgar Albert Guest

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

Edgar Albert Guest Poems

361. Where Children Play 9/2/2014
362. Green Apple Time 9/2/2014
363. Dreading 9/2/2014
364. The Lanes Of Apple Bloom 9/2/2014
365. Warning The Carpenter 9/2/2014
366. Little Marie 9/2/2014
367. Out In The Open 9/2/2014
368. Pixley Folks 9/2/2014
369. Out At Pelletier's 9/2/2014
370. Figure It Out 8/27/2015
371. Not Crossing Bridges 9/2/2014
372. Now And Then 9/2/2014
373. A Personal View Of War 9/2/2014
374. The Peevish Man 8/27/2014
375. The Peaks Of Valor 9/2/2014
376. The Right Family 8/27/2014
377. Fishin'-Hunger 8/27/2014
378. If I Had Youth 8/27/2014
379. Good Friday 8/27/2014
380. The Choir At Pixley 8/27/2014
381. My Proud Pa 8/27/2014
382. The Killing Place 8/27/2014
383. Real Help 8/27/2014
384. When The Minister Calls 8/27/2014
385. You And Your Body 8/27/2014
386. Copy Paper 8/27/2014
387. The March O' Man 8/27/2014
388. The Summer Girl 8/27/2014
389. The Cost Of Praise 8/27/2014
390. His Dog 8/27/2014
391. Mother's Party Dress 8/27/2014
392. Nothing Unusual 8/26/2014
393. Winds Of The Morning 8/26/2014
394. The Gift Of Play 8/26/2014
395. The Little Woman 8/26/2014
396. What Home's Intended For 8/26/2014
397. At Dawn 8/26/2014
398. The Old Days 8/26/2014
399. What A Sick Woman Does 8/25/2014
400. Tommy Atkins' Way 8/25/2014

Comments about Edgar Albert Guest

  • 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!

  • 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.

  • 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 (:

  • 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.

  • 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.

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

    THIS IS ONE OF THE BETTER SITES THAT I HAVE BEEN TO. I JUST SIGNED UP AND I HAVE TO EXPLORE THE SITE MORE.
    THANK YOU

Best Poem of Edgar Albert Guest

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
And your future may seem grim,
But don't let your nerve desert you;
Keep yourself in fighting trim.
If the worst is bound to happen,
Spite of all that you can do,
Running from it will not save you,
See it ...

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Father

My father knows the proper way
The nation should be run;
He tells us children every day
Just what should now be done.
He knows the way to fix the trusts,
He has a simple plan;
But if the furnace needs repairs,
We have to hire a man.
My father, in a day or two

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