THADDEUS HUTYRA

THADDEUS HUTYRA

 NYC HIGHWAY

Longing to be back home, my sweet home

Ever since day one I departed NYC

I made a whirlwind across the world

Now coming back to my New York City

Just in yellow cab from the Kennedy Airport

Smoothly riding to the city of mine

Splendid silhouettes of New York City

More and more visible and accentuated

I am filled with great anticipation.

Refrain: NYC Highway, NYC Highway

Bringing me home, my sweet home

NYC Highway, NYC Highway

Just a step from home, my sweet home

O! NYC Highway, NYC Highway

I am almost at home, my sweet home.

In my mind all those NYC Squares

Are dancing like a ballet girl on Broadway

Chatham Square, Lincoln one, Madison one

Duffy Square, Times Square, thousands of them.

And the NYC streets, like stars on the sky

Illuminated by so many brilliant shines

Letting me enjoy, smell it all, feel it all

NYC streets, magnificent, so original

17th, 24th, 33rd, 66th Street, many more.

Refrain: NYC Highway, NYC Highway

Bringing me home, my sweet home

NYC Highway, NYC Highway

Just a step from home, my sweet home

O! NYC Highway, NYC Highway

I am almost at home, my sweet home.

Lucid dreams already engulf my mind

Feeling happier with every wheels’ turn

Bells are ringing, is this Poe or Alladin

Well, good to be back in my lovely NYC.

Speechless I am, as if first time newcomer

For NYC never fully conquered I realize it

It’s like the party that is never over

And I am but a dream catcher, lucky me

Burning man from happiness, back in my NYC.

Refrain: NYC Highway, NYC Highway

Bringing me home, my sweet home

NYC Highway, NYC Highway

Just a step from home, my sweet home

O! NYC Highway, NYC Highway

I am almost at home, my sweet home.

SONG OF ARCHANGEL HELENE.

(Sonnet)

Angelus, you know well that I forgive you in advance

I am not a heartless stone rinsed in a sea storm

Always in screams and howls, and cries of sea waves

And when good weather, in their frivolous singing and dancing.

Look, how I shine, like all paradise glows

I am a virgin, a virgin of brightness, light and sanctity

And here I am sparkling again with aurora and holy fires

Demons annihilated, crushed under my feet.

For this reason, you know, my Lord, venerable Angelus

That you found your home in my favors

At the doorstep of my house, you are always welcome.

And my home is my soul like a hundred paradise powers

I myself in all my archangelic personification

Welcome, prodigal son, welcome to my bosom, my Lord.

 NEW YORK CITY SHROUDED IN THE MIST

Lovers strolling in Central Park

drinking coffee, smiling

Subtle kisses bringing sunshine

in the early morning hours

of NYC shrouded in the mist.

Midtown Manhattan, Lower East Side

Greenwich Village, East Village

Ellis Island, Chelsea, Time Square

Upper East Side, Upper West Side

all of you, O’ New York City

are shrouded in the mist

on that fine morning hours day!

Fashionable ladies, attractive men

all rushing to their jobs

Everybody shrouded in the mist

as much as the magnificent NYC.

The veil of the mist

seems to be threaded

by symphonic diamonds of light

coming from the emerging Sun

enshrouding the whole city.

Central Park, Brooklyn Heights

Queens, Broadway, the Bronx

Staten Island, Kings, Richmond

Lower Manhattan, Hudson River

any place one looks

lovers strolling together

shrouded as if by the wedding veil.

Intensity of the morning

is the harbinger of the coming day

Urban jungle, mind-boggling

the universe of its own

diversities juxtaposed

in a smart, NYC way.

Manhattan unfurled, the magic pearl

the West Side and the East Side

Empire State Building, Chelsea Piers

Woolworth Building, Freedom Tower

Manhattan Bridge, Madison Square

Rockefeller Center, Waterside Plaza

all shrouded in the morning mist.

O’ New York City, my greatest lover

you, so subtle like a woman

so intense like a man

yet you are many millions of us

shrouded by the Stars and Stripes!

O’ New York City, you, the symphony

of all the vibrations of life

as nowhere else in the world

you, the spider’s web of love

bursting with life anew and anew.

O’ New York City, shrouded in the mist

O’ New York City, my heartland

from early twilight morning hours

to late night hours of short rest

you are the finest tune of my heart.

O’ New York, New York, New York City

you, the Star-Spangled Banner of America

O’ New York, New York, New York City

shrouded by Old Glory and New Glory

O’ New York, New York, New York City!

RAINDROPS FALLING ON MY HEAD

Raindrops falling on my head

my beautiful New York City

chiseled in my mind.

Raindrops falling on my head

every time I walk on your avenues

my symphonic New York City.

Raindrops falling on my head

from archangels’ ambrosia

for they love you, New York City

as I do!

New York, my New York City

you, shrouded in your glory

New York, my New York City!

How you shine, my dear NYC

as if you were a starship

across the Universe!

Labyrinthine in a delightful way

although to the point

I feel amazed at times

Yet it empowers me

with happiness.

Magnificent Times Square

the Crossroads of the World

dazzles me the most!

Smashing Broadway follows

and its Theater District

the shine of the world!

The Broadway classics

feeling like best chocolates

melting in my mouth.

The Phantom of the Opera

Jersey Boys, Wicked, Chicago,

Mamma Mia, Annie, Billy Elliot

alongside staggering number

of plays, musicals, symphonies.

New York, my New York City

you, shrouded in your glory

all the time.

On the mornings

when the Sun’s first twilight rays

bring waves of life afresh.

At rainy times

when you are

fogged in the mist.

At quiet nights

when you are shrouded

by the sky’s starry crown.

Always you are there, splendid

in your endless magic

Your glory far reaching

never ever ending, forever.

For you are chiseled in my mind

my beautiful New York City

Chiseled in stone

and greatness of your spirits

O! New York City

chiseled in my mind!

O! New York City

you that never sleep!

O! New York City

how I am stunned, flabbergasted!

For it is you, New York City

you, my spirits, my soul!

Wow, raindrops falling on my head

my beautiful New York City

chiseled in my mind.

Raindrops falling on my head

every time I walk on your avenues

my symphonic New York City.

Raindrops falling on my head

from archangels’ ambrosia

for they love you, New York City

as I do!

New York, my New York City

you, shrouded in your glory

New York, my New York City!

'TEARS ROLLING DOWN MY CHEEKS'

Tears rolling down my cheeks

emotions spattering me

with the power

of hard pouring rain.

No matter where, on Times Square

5th Avenue or Central Park

always with tears

rolling down my cheeks.

Staying in King Cole Bar

Angel’s Share one or the Flute

Gotham Bar, One Café

Le Bernardin, Daniel luminary

and… tears rolling down my cheeks.

Art venues, Carnegie Hall

Joyce Theater, Village Vanguard

Birdland, Highline Ballroom, the Iridium

Tears rolling down my cheeks!

Emotions rising high

when looking at the spires

of the Empire State Building

and One World Trade Center

piercing the NYC skies.

All those NYC skyscrapers!

Engulfed by the clouds!

Emotions, emotions, emotions!

Emotions on musical chords!

Nothing but tears of joy!

For I love New York, my New York City!

The tears of joy, absolutely!

For not a day, not a night

are passing

without joy

the constant of my life.

Do you hear? I do hear!

That divine choir

there in the clouds!

Accompanying New York City choir

the earthly choir in my life!

Both, divine choir

and New York City choir

just larger than life.

What a joy! Ambrosial one!

The symphony of the worlds!

Joy, joy, joy, NYC joy

with tears

rolling down my cheeks

out of joy!

Joy, joy, joy, NYC joy

while walking NYC avenues

with tears in my soul

out of joy!

New York, my New York City

just joy, joy, joy, forever joy!

NEW YORK CITY, THE SYMPHONY

New York City, my New York City

your skyscrapers

are musical notes alike

quite a symphony!

Your Freedom Tower

the highest note

octave perhaps, the eighth note

with remembrance

of the Twin Towers

Tributing freedoms!

Your Empire State Building

the note that unites all

old and young New Yorkers

past and future oriented

splendid of nostalgia

glorious!

Central Park are the notes

of some different sort of pitches

notes we are used to

when listening

to Amadeus Mozart.

The birds are the finest songsters

in Central Park.

So many other skyscrapers

each and all of them

representing different notes

of the symphony they are

typical only

of New York City

that never sleep!

Music notations unfurled!

Double-sharp accidentals

with frequency

raised by two semitones

or double-flat accidentals

lowering the frequency

also by two semitones

So many other pitches

specific of New York City!

New York City skyscrapers

and New Yorkers themselves

the notes of music

New York City notes

the glamour that is a glow

alike strings of light

from Sun and the stars.

New York City, the music’s chords

triumphal!

Star and Stripes New York City

the musical notes

from the philharmonic piano

that New York City

and its people are.

New York City, music of its own

finest ever, a symphony

that shines in America

and in the world.

New York City, the ambrosia

of America and the world!

Be so, New York, my New York City

Be so, forevermore!

THADDEUS HUTYRA

THADDEUS HUTYRA (known also as Tadeusz Hutyra) was born in Poland where he attended schools and begun to study at the prestigious Jagiellonian University of Cracow but shortly afterwards, before the emergency state announced by the communist regime on 13th of December 1981 he left Poland in search of a better life abroad. Primarily he intended to emigrate to the United States of America, the goal he was never fortunate to fulfill. Instead he found himself in New Zealand where he lived 5 years and afterwards he had a brief period of travelling across some Asian and European countries, he lived for a while in China and Hong Kong before finally settling down in Belgium. He considers himself a citizen of the world but a dream still remains to visit the USA and also enjoy travelling to a few other countries, especially India and Nepal. His mother language is Polish, but mostly he uses English and Dutch in every day life, he knows also Russian language. He has already published some books on Amazon, mostly poems written in English, amongst others “New York, My New York City” and “Divine Choir” In addition to it he is active on social media, especially on Facebook and Twitter. He is admin of a number of poetry groups in Facebook. He also published a number of books in Polish, amongst others “BoskiChor”, already working with the 7-th volume, all of the books containg 500 pages each.