Edgar Albert Guest

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

Edgar Albert Guest Poems

921. A Christmas Carol 7/11/2014
922. At The Millennium 8/4/2014
923. Mother's Glasses 7/12/2014
924. At Breakfast Time 7/11/2014
925. Tomorrow 7/12/2014
926. Can'T 7/12/2014
927. A Bear Story 7/14/2014
928. Eternal Friendship 7/14/2014
929. Trouble Brings Friends 8/15/2014
930. Courage, Courage, Courage! 7/11/2014
931. Capital Punishment 8/27/2014
932. Courage 7/12/2014
933. Boy And His Stomach 8/26/2014
934. A Child Of Mine 7/11/2014
935. Success 7/12/2014
936. A Boy And His Dog 7/11/2014
937. Drafted 3/29/2010
938. A Breach Of Friendship 8/14/2014
939. Be A Friend 12/8/2014
940. Sermons We See 7/11/2014
941. Good Books 7/11/2014
942. Compensation 3/29/2010
943. Reflection 3/29/2010
944. The Alarm 3/29/2010
945. At Christmas 7/15/2014
946. I See You'Ve Travelled Some 3/29/2010
947. Move We Adjourn 3/29/2010
948. It Couldn'T Be Done 1/8/2014
949. Things Work Out 3/29/2010
950. Grace At Evening 3/29/2010
951. Fatherhood 7/12/2014
952. Money 8/20/2014
953. Peace 3/29/2010
954. Ideals 3/29/2010
955. Improvement 7/12/2014
956. If You Would Please Me 3/29/2010
957. Follow A Famous Father 3/29/2010
958. A Christmas Greeting 3/29/2010
959. Selfishness 3/29/2010
960. The Kick Under The Table 3/29/2010

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 ...

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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