Sulu Poems - Poems about Sulu

Sulu Kampilan Can chop two or three heads clean One power spleen....

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I love the sea, the sea of my ancestors the guardians are everyone not alone the sea gypsies with the warriors they protect they are amphibians who will fight. I am sick of the opportunists loving my sea is not about race it is about my pride and heritage no one else will gonna love as I do except those are truthfully true from the blood...

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Vast beauty, she enthralls caressing shores. Her warmth blessing our wetted wandering. Language of Water, sponsored by ~ Nette Onclaud ~ James Andrew Fraser December 8th, 2015 @ 14.32pm...

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Trained in Corregidor gone the Simunul in the Sulu archipelago the homeland of the blue not the land of taboo From the beauty of woman and the beautiful island Jabidah is known one With ‘Sofia’ it was gone Justice shall not be gone! I love you peace. Let's sail together. Layag Sug! Nature City. 22 March 2015. 2:24PM....

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Trained in Corregidor Gone the Simunul In the Sulu archipelago The homeland of the blue Not the land of taboo From the beauty of woman And the beautiful island Jabidah is known one With ‘Sofia’ it was gone Justice shall not be gone! I love you peace. Let's sail together. Layag Sug! Nature City. 22 March 2015. 2:24PM....

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Sandakan bay by the legendary sea The sea of the living currents The sailors maritime space Balhala Island buffed the guns The guns from the European hands Elopura set up in its front Anchored the wooden boat of sailors By the stars guided them aboard The sailors are the traders The navies, armies and the sea rovers Cannons set up at the Pryers Fort The natives...

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(Spock) Captain, sensors indicate a power surge Resonating through their ship's body I'm sure I don't have to remind you They have their own Scotty (the questioning me) But where has faith brought us? As I look around I see A species not asking any questions About the infinite possibilities (the faith-based me) But that's why it's called faith Trusting in what you cannot see All things can...

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Captains Log Star date 8391.1, I now face a terrible dilemma. After the bloodiest of battles with a crew from another dimension, a crew of doppelgangers, in essence a crew of ourselves, we have finally gained the upper hand, and this other Enterprise, Enterprise of ourselves, Enterprise of unquestioning faith, is tumbling, helplessly through the...

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