Edgar Albert Guest

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

Edgar Albert Guest Poems

641. As It Is 7/15/2014
642. The Mother's Question 7/15/2014
643. Reflection 8/4/2014
644. Life's Slacker 7/15/2014
645. The Price Of Joy 7/14/2014
646. Understanding 7/14/2014
647. When Pa Counts 7/14/2014
648. A Vow 7/14/2014
649. Challenge 7/14/2014
650. If Those Who Love Us 8/14/2014
651. It's A Boy 8/14/2014
652. Little Girls 8/14/2014
653. The Benefit Of Trouble 8/14/2014
654. My Soul And I 8/15/2014
655. The Responsibility Of Fatherhood 8/15/2014
656. Lost Opportunities 8/15/2014
657. Why I'M Glad 8/15/2014
658. A Song 8/15/2014
659. The Time For Brotherhood 8/27/2014
660. If I Were Santa Claus 8/27/2014
661. Jes' Wonderin'! 8/27/2014
662. Thoughts Of A Father 8/27/2014
663. Roses And Gasoline 8/26/2014
664. The Little Chap 8/25/2014
665. To A Lady Knitting 8/20/2014
666. The Simple Things 8/20/2014
667. Sticky Fingers 8/25/2014
668. When Mother Made An Angel Cake 8/20/2014
669. When Ma Wants Something New 9/2/2014
670. On Station Farewells 8/27/2014
671. When The Dressmaker Comes 8/27/2014
672. The Bright Side 8/27/2014
673. Dan Mcgann Declares Himself 9/2/2014
674. Pa And The Monthly Bills 8/20/2014
675. I'Ll Never Be Rich 8/20/2014
676. She Powders Her Nose 8/20/2014
677. A Pat On The Back 8/20/2014
678. His Example 8/20/2014
679. Memories Of Tomorrow 8/20/2014
680. Nothing To Laugh At 8/20/2014

Comments about Edgar Albert Guest

  • 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.

  • 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)


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 ...

Read the full of See It Through

On Quitting

How much grit do you think you've got?
Can you quit a thing that you like a lot?
You may talk of pluck; it's an easy word,
And where'er you go it is often heard;
But can you tell to a jot or guess
Just how much courage you now possess?
You may stand to trouble and keep your grin,
But have you tackled self-discipline?
Have you ever issued commands to you

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