Having authored over a dozen successful books which garnered him the honor of Oklahoma Poet Laureate, this storytelling poet transports you with tales laden with love for the romantic heart, stories spiced with sadness and hope, and a delicious mixture of fiction, truth, whimsy and sensuality. The Last Poet Show takes you on a fascinating and fulfilling journey into the wandering mind of acclaimed poet Eddie D. Wilcoxen. This award winning radio broadcaster, educator, and noted storyteller shares poems that he wrote over a span of more than twenty years. The Last Poet Show includes poems about History (Treblinka & Thermopylae); Love (One Thing, Sounding Poem); Art (Starry, Starry Vincent, Art Caught); Humor (Ode to Old Pamplona, Doctor’s Appointment); Family (Horseshoe Bend, Dad’s Non-Lecture); Inspirational Thought (Woodland Chorus, There Be Dragons); Nature (Sympathy for a Spider, Mountain Daughter);Writing (Why Write, Smoke Considered); Aging (Alzheimer’s Prayer, Glad You Came); Adventure (Ballad of Tonk and Erin);Travel (Hudson River Line, Damien’s Wisdom) Nods to Other Writers (Other Side of Jabberwocky, Visit from Edgar Allen Poe); Children (Hasn’t Learned to Fly, For a Mother with a Dying Child); Music (Dancing Fingers of Edgar Cruz, Music Magic); Word Play (Lost in the Worded Woods, Train of Thought); Nostalgia (Memory’s Ivory Tower, Sweet Bird); Observations about the Human Condition (Only Human, Elephant’s Memory, and even about Poetry itself. (The Blessing of the Rhyme & Well Writ). You’ll find the journey through The Last Poet Show so worthwhile that you will want to visit again and again! Surprised! The windmills of my youth lie silent; I’ll tilt at them no more. The world will find its way alone; I’m content behind my door.
The White Whale has died alone - far away from shore. It really doesn’t matter though, they don’t seek him anymore.
My poet days are far behind, my muse sleeps peacefully. I remember when he roared - stirred up the best in me!
All things in their time, they say, I bear no bitterness. Sometimes, still, late at night, I still find it hard to rest.
This evening was a full moon, Such splendid silver light! It awakened a sleeping force within; I’ve pen in hand tonight.
