Edgar Albert Guest

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

Edgar Albert Guest Poems

441. A Place At The Top 8/20/2014
442. The Homes Of Joy 8/20/2014
443. The Test 8/20/2014
444. Can'T Frighten Them 8/20/2014
445. Man's Experience 8/20/2014
446. The Man I Like 8/20/2014
447. The Boy's Adventure 8/20/2014
448. Old Years And New 8/20/2014
449. What Father Knows 8/20/2014
450. Mother's Job 8/20/2014
451. A Suggestion 8/20/2014
452. Loser And Victor 8/20/2014
453. Ma And The Ouija Board 8/20/2014
454. Dreaming 8/15/2014
455. Christmas Eve 8/20/2014
456. The Lilacs 8/20/2014
457. Real Lessons 8/20/2014
458. Beautifying The Flag 8/15/2014
459. Aw Gee Whiz! 8/15/2014
460. Aunty 8/15/2014
461. The Approach Of Christmas 8/15/2014
462. When It's Bad To Forget 8/15/2014
463. The Unknown Friends 8/14/2014
464. At The Peace Table 8/14/2014
465. From Laughter To Labor 8/14/2014
466. The Reason For Work 8/14/2014
467. Faces 8/14/2014
468. Give Me A Single Day 8/14/2014
469. Autumn 8/14/2014
470. Learn To Smile 8/14/2014
471. Our Little Needs 8/14/2014
472. The Discovery Of A Soul 8/14/2014
473. Joys Within Reach 8/14/2014
474. Mothers And Wives 8/14/2014
475. Grace At Evening 8/14/2014
476. Compensation 8/14/2014
477. My Part 8/14/2014
478. Reflection 8/4/2014
479. If You Would Please Me 7/15/2014
480. The Broken Drum 7/15/2014

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!

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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)

    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

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Best Poem of Edgar Albert Guest

Hard Luck

Ain't no use as I can see
In sittin' underneath a tree
An' growlin' that your luck is bad,
An' that your life is extry sad;
Your life ain't sadder than your neighbor's
Nor any harder are your labors;
It rains on him the same as you,
An' he has work he hates to do;
An' he gits tired an' he gits cross,
An' he has trouble with the boss;
You take his whole life, through an' through,
Why, he's no better off than you.

If whinin' brushed the clouds away
I wouldn't have a word to say;
If it made good friends out o' ...

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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