Edgar Albert Guest

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

Edgar Albert Guest Poems

841. Up To The Ceiling 7/15/2014
842. Vacation Time 7/12/2014
843. Mrs. Malone And The Censor 8/25/2014
844. The Average Man 8/20/2014
845. The One In Ten 7/12/2014
846. Story-Time 8/4/2014
847. Sittin' On The Porch 8/14/2014
848. Friendship 8/15/2014
849. When A Little Baby Dies 7/11/2014
850. The Wrist Watch Man 3/29/2010
851. A Boy And His Dog 7/11/2014
852. How Do You Tackle Your Work 7/12/2014
853. On Going Home For Christmas 7/12/2014
854. Endurance 8/20/2014
855. The Monument Of Kindness 8/20/2014
856. Old Friends 7/12/2014
857. A Choice 8/14/2014
858. The Rough Little Rascal 7/14/2014
859. When We Were Kids 8/15/2014
860. Gardening 8/25/2014
861. Playing The Game 7/11/2014
862. True Nobility 7/12/2014
863. Do Your All 8/15/2014
864. A Prayer 7/14/2014
865. Capital Punishment 8/27/2014
866. Homesick 7/15/2014
867. Hard Work 7/14/2014
868. Being Brave At Night 7/11/2014
869. When Sorrow Comes 7/11/2014
870. What A Baby Costs 7/12/2014
871. The Real Successes 7/15/2014
872. Patriotism 8/15/2014
873. Father's Chore 8/27/2014
874. Kindness 8/14/2014
875. You 7/11/2014
876. Making The House A Home 7/11/2014
877. God Made This Day For Me 7/11/2014
878. Good Books 7/11/2014
879. When Day Is Done 7/11/2014
880. A Wonderful World 8/14/2014

Comments about Edgar Albert Guest

  • 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.

  • 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)

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    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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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

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