Edgar Albert Guest

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

Edgar Albert Guest Poems

681. I'Ll Never Be Rich 8/20/2014
682. Pa And The Monthly Bills 8/20/2014
683. Pleasing Dad 8/20/2014
684. When An Old Man Gets To Thinking 8/20/2014
685. A Pat On The Back 8/20/2014
686. She Powders Her Nose 8/20/2014
687. The Vote Of Thanks 8/25/2014
688. Living Flowers 8/27/2014
689. Why We Fight 8/14/2014
690. A Father's Wish 8/14/2014
691. The Blue Flannel Shirt 7/15/2014
692. Stuck 7/14/2014
693. Care-Free Youth 7/12/2014
694. The Home-Town 7/12/2014
695. I 7/14/2014
696. Gratitude 7/14/2014
697. When Pa Comes Home 7/14/2014
698. A Toast To Happiness 7/15/2014
699. People Like Him 7/14/2014
700. When Mother's Sewing Buttons On 8/14/2014
701. I'D Rather Be A Failure 8/14/2014
702. The Things That Make A Soldier Great 8/14/2014
703. He Has Not Lived In Vain 8/14/2014
704. The True Man 8/14/2014
705. Memories Of Tomorrow 8/20/2014
706. My Books And I 7/12/2014
707. A Prayer, 1918 7/12/2014
708. Thec Lanes Of Memory 7/12/2014
709. The Scoffer 7/12/2014
710. Effort 7/12/2014
711. Winding The Clock 7/12/2014
712. A Friend [2] 7/11/2014
713. I Mustn'T Forget 7/11/2014
714. Just Half Of That, Please 7/12/2014
715. Lord, Make Me A Regular Man 7/11/2014
716. Baby Feet 7/11/2014
717. The Scoutmaster 7/11/2014
718. The Path To Home 7/11/2014
719. Chums 8/27/2014
720. A Boy's Tribute 7/12/2014

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

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,

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