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.
- Do You Ever Think Fondly of Me?
- Awesome Beauty
- To the Most Beautiful Girl That I've Kno...
- Last Night
- Once More Into the Fire
- Beautiful Night
- Autumn Prayer
- A Poet's Touch
- A Poem Long Forgotten
- Your Encouragement
- A Few More Steps
- A Sonnet of Hope
- Lonely Autumn
- A Dispatcher's Prayer
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