Edgar Albert Guest

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

Edgar Albert Guest Poems

801. As We Prayed 7/11/2014
802. The Soldier On Crutches 7/11/2014
803. Out Fishin' 7/12/2014
804. Selfishness 7/15/2014
805. Up And Down The Lanes Of Love 8/14/2014
806. The Shattered Dream 8/20/2014
807. The Song Of Loved Ones 8/20/2014
808. Life And Hereafter 8/20/2014
809. My Religion 8/14/2014
810. Consolation 8/15/2014
811. Since I Have Done My Best 8/14/2014
812. A Good Name 8/14/2014
813. On Being Broke 7/15/2014
814. Lemon Pie 7/15/2014
815. A Patriotic Creed 7/15/2014
816. Life's Tests 7/12/2014
817. If This Were All 7/11/2014
818. What I Call Living 7/11/2014
819. The Inn-Keeper Makes Excuses 7/11/2014
820. When Father Shook The Stove 3/29/2010
821. The Obligation Of Friendship 7/14/2014
822. The Departed 8/14/2014
823. When My Ship Comes In 8/20/2014
824. The Green Of Michigan 8/20/2014
825. For The Living 8/20/2014
826. The Lost Purse 8/27/2014
827. The Panama Canal 9/2/2014
828. The Good Little Boy 7/11/2014
829. All That Matters 7/11/2014
830. Vacation Time 7/12/2014
831. To An Old Friend 8/14/2014
832. Up To The Ceiling 7/15/2014
833. Mrs. Malone And The Censor 8/25/2014
834. Ambition 8/15/2014
835. The Average Man 8/20/2014
836. The Monument Of Kindness 8/20/2014
837. Endurance 8/20/2014
838. Grandma 8/14/2014
839. The Making Of Friends 8/14/2014
840. Sittin' On The Porch 8/14/2014

Comments about Edgar Albert Guest

  • Chester Copeland (10/9/2014 9:12:00 AM)

    I have a copy of a poem, attributed to Edgar Guest, entitled The Lighthouse Keeper Wonders. I cannot locate this poem under his name in these listings. Can anyone offer an explanation?

    The poem is about the speculations of an ex-lighthouse keeper who was put ashore (retired) by the mechanical automation of his lighthouse.

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  • Lorrie Martinez (11/3/2013 8:35:00 PM)

    I have the original writing of I follow the famous father it's on a brown paper bag it is sign by Edgar Albert Guest himself. It was in a frame with a document and it was behind the document

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  • 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

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
To quit the things that you like to do,
And then, when tempted and sorely swayed,
Those rigid orders have you obeyed?

Don't boast of your grit till you've tried it out,
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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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