Edgar Albert Guest

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

Edgar Albert Guest Poems

721. Hollyhocks 7/12/2014
722. The Roads Of Happiness 7/12/2014
723. A Father's Thoughts 7/12/2014
724. The World Is Against Me 7/12/2014
725. Bud 7/12/2014
726. There Are No Gods! 7/12/2014
727. October 7/12/2014
728. Midnight In The Pantry 7/12/2014
729. A New Baby In The House 7/11/2014
730. The Lonely Old Fellow 7/12/2014
731. Sausage 7/11/2014
732. Forgetful Pa 7/12/2014
733. The Chaplain 7/15/2014
734. The Junk Box 7/14/2014
735. Revenge 7/14/2014
736. A Feller's Hat 8/14/2014
737. A Family Row 8/14/2014
738. A Coming Reunion 8/14/2014
739. The Call Of The Woods 8/14/2014
740. Fine 8/14/2014
741. When Friends Drop In 8/15/2014
742. The Sweetest Soul I Ever Knew 8/15/2014
743. Bread And Jam 8/20/2014
744. The Bride 8/20/2014
745. The Burden Bearer 8/20/2014
746. Mark Twain 8/20/2014
747. The Birth Of Love 8/15/2014
748. Easter 8/20/2014
749. Mother Of Five 8/25/2014
750. The Way To Make Friends 8/25/2014
751. The Comedian 8/27/2014
752. Neil Snow 8/27/2014
753. What Ma Said 8/26/2014
754. Shut-Ins 8/27/2014
755. At The Summer Cottage 8/27/2014
756. Old Mister Laughter 8/27/2014
757. The Worry-Chaser 9/2/2014
758. September 8/27/2014
759. The Willing Horse 9/2/2014
760. Ma An' Me 8/26/2014

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)

    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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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,

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