Biography of Danny Speicher
Danny Speicher was born on February 26,1982 and grew up in the college town of Lawrence, Kansas. Raised by his mother (Cynthia Speicher) , aunt (Patricia Collins) and grandmother (Ruby Collins) until his grandma's death in 1997, Danny received love unconditionally from his family throughout his upbringing. Having been the son of Frank Joseph Speicher (a prominent figure in the city of Lawrence who died when Danny was 7) , he found a unique and strong connection to the Lawrence community.
Speicher's faith in Christ had always been a central part of his life and for a short while he attended Oklahoma Wesleyan University in Bartlesville, Oklahoma to pursue a degree in Pastoral Ministry from 2004-2006. He is currently back in his hometown of Lawrence, Kansas looking to pursue degree in education, instead, after finding his passion for teaching at a local elementary school upon his return.
Danny has been writing poems since childhood. However, he truly started developing his passion for writing after he graduated from Lawrence High School in 2000. His poems often express his faith in God; his passion and romantic love for loved ones who have come and gone in his life; or even more often express his love for family, friends or places. Whether he writes of love or loss; faith or strife... He always writes with a unique authenticity and classical style that is distinctly his.
Danny Speicher Poems
Do You Ever Think Fondly Of Me?
Do you wake in the middle of the night Crying, uncontrollably, desperately? Do you cry like I cry within the night? Oh, do you ever think fondly of me?
When the golden sunset Sets over the amber hills And when the moon shines bright And all the world stands still
Last night, last night, I held you in my arms Cuddled close as the world spun night to day Gazing sweetly upon your loving charms Oh, for last night's embrace to be replayed
To The Most Beautiful Girl That I'Ve Kno...
To the most beautiful girl that I've known Whose unconventional charms are so sweet And whose laugh is the highlight of my day How I wish I could sweep you off your feet
A Sonnet Of Hope
When the grind of life is wearing me down And my heart is breaking to see your face It helps to know that where my heart is found You will always be found in that same place
A Sunset Sonnet
When the sun sets over the mansion, west And the breeze gently blows across the lake I remember what I once thought was best Thankful that turn, He didn’t let me take
Once More Into The Fire
Once more into the fire, my Lord, once more into the fire Another one calling to be saved, Lord, what shall I do? Therefore to offer help I go once more into the fire
A Poet's Touch
If once upon a lake of god I stood and, I, a story told Not one single soul did find Peace given to a troubled mind
A Poem Long Forgotten
As we stroll down the pebble path A poem, long forgotten, enters my soul So long I've waited for a love like yours So long I've yearned for its grace
A Springtime Sonnet
When the winter blooms into springtime, bright And the birds are sweetly singing their tune We consider Your benevolent might And pray that the light doesn’t fade too soon
A Dispatcher's Prayer
Dear Lord, please help my mind to be sharp So that I might focus on the needs of others Help my ears to be trained To listen to the calls that need my attention
A Few More Steps
Walking up the hill, cross upon your back Will that next step be the step causing you to crack Wanting to scream out, “Lord, where have you gone? ” Then you see Him on that hill as dusk becomes dawn
A Year Has Passed
A year's gone by since I last heard your voice Yet, I still hear it at least once a day Whenever a certain song comes my way Oh, I wish loving you was just a choice
Beautiful night, how the stars, they so clearly shine And the joyful moon how it mirrors back my smile Oh, beautiful night, you're good to a heart like mine Oh, beautiful night, you've made this long road worthwhile
A Sonnet For The Sick
Why do we resort to all these harsh words?
Brothers, are we not called to be salt? Light?
To love the unlovable, dead in blight?
Why is truly loving the lost absurd?
Is this why our message now goes unheard?
Don’t we see we aren’t doing this quite right?
When the message we spread is out of spite…
The pathology of Earth goes uncured