Tuesday, January 1, 2019

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.


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