Robotic Love

 

 

Is a Robot capable of love?

That is the question I ask,

Can man in all his brilliance

Ever achieve this task?

 

I say a resounding “No!”

Love is beyond man’s creativity,

It is not a material attribute

It is a divine facility.

 

Science has no explanation

For the feeling we call love,

It is a grace that we’ve been given

From the very God above.

 

It separates us from robots

However marvelous robots be,

They are incapable of love

And this is not difficult to see.

 

Robots follow commands

Built into their circuitry

Via an array of off and on switches

Of immense complexity.

 

 

Love is not programmable

Even though tears may be,

Laughter too may be programmed

But not emotionally.

 

Heart and brain are material

But not affection or the mind,

Robots are all together material

Whatever we may opine.

 

Intelligence is immaterial

And goes far beyond commands,

So too love and emotional affection

Requires a mind to understand.

 

“But a robot has a mind

And a rather complex one at that.

It’s in its sophisticated circuitry

And that’s a scientific fact.”

 

Sounds rather impressive

But is that really a fact?

Whence came its independent mind?

Can you please answer that?

 

Of what is its mind made?

Of circuitry, nuts and bolts

Triggered by an electric current

And that is its life in volts.

 

Check the human mind!

Of circuitry? Yes!

But of nuts and bolts and other stuff?

No such material mess.

 

Love is of the immaterial:

So are the heart and mind of man,

No such occurrence in a robot

That’s made by human hand.

 

 

I do not care how sophisticated

A robot’s material circuitry,

It is not capable of love

And it never will be.

 

God did not make robots

And I can see the reason why,

They are incapable of love

And God is love; that’s why.

 

Man is not a love source

Hence love he cannot impart,

But he can show it by his actions

And experience it in his heart.

 

It is ludicrous to believe

A robot is capable of love

When all of its action is electric driven

And naught of the God of love.

 

Robotic love is unreal

As unreal as “Big Bang” can be,

A misnomer, if you see what I mean,

Like an unreal reality.

 

Stewart Russell © March 24, 2022    

Nature’s Problem

 

 

Nature’s problem is not nature

But nature’s problem is man,

Not the apple on the tree

But the pair that defied God’s plan.

 

All was very good,

Creation’s work was complete

But all that change in an instant

When Eve clicked option delete.

 

 

In a flash it was gone

And could never be retrieved,

They had thrown it away

When the devil they believed.

 

When they struck option delete

All of nature rebelled

And they became nature’s problem

From the day that they fell.

 

The problem was not nature

But the problem was man

And it is so even to this day;

We are still defying God’s plan.

 

 

Man is doing his own thing

It is about his programme,

There is even a school that believe

That the only god is man.

 

The more intelligent we are

And the more advanced we become

Puts a death sentence on nature;

Man is so undone.

 

It is almost as though

Man was created to destroy

From that very first day

He opted for Satan’s employ.

 

Nature is doomed

Once man remains in charge,

His bent is destruction

His suicide mission looms large.

 

Unless of course,

Creator God intervenes

Which He has actually done;

See the Calvary scene.

 

 

A new nature He has offered

To replace the Adamic nature of man

Once any man, woman or child

Accepts redemption’s plan.

 

From creation to recreation

And from blindness to sight,

That’s any man in Christ Jesus

When he acknowledges the Light.

 

No longer nature’s problem

He becomes a nature asset

And working to protect God’s creation

Becomes his work ethic.

 

But until this miracle occurs

Man will be nature’s problem,

It is not nature that is evil

But it is man, without question.

 

Stewart Russell © July 2020

 

In My Haste

 

 

 

 

“I said in my haste,

All men are liars.”

A quote from the Psalmist David-

A situation quite dire.

 

A very sweeping statement

I am sure you would agree

Hence, one that I certainly find

Difficult to see.

 

But it was said in haste

The speaker did admit

Thus, on reflection also suggesting

Hi, we should acquit.

 

Romans 3:4

 

But if this is the case

What must we do with the scripture:

“Let God be true

But every man a liar.”?

 

Certainly, God is true

And thus, He cannot lie,

Titus 1 verse 2 bears out this,

Who am I to deny?

 

On none of His promises

Has God ever faulted,

Unlike many of our world leaders

That we have exalted.

 

Their record is so poor

It makes their promises lies

And as a result, in some countries,

People are dying like flies.

 

“In my haste,” David said,

It was like, who can I trust?

Obviously, however he had turned,

Lying was the thrust.

 

On reflection, however,

It appears that he reneged

Thus, it appears somewhat to me,

For forgiveness he begged.

 

Don’t hold it against him,

It was said in his haste

And words uttered without thinking

 Can lead to waste.

 

By whose authority

Did David declare such?

Certainly not by God’s authority,

We now know this much.

 

It was a hasty remark,

That is as much we do know,

Look no further, my friend,

The scripture says so.

 

 

 

It was not the first time

David had spoken in his haste,

Turn back to Psalm 31 verse 22

Where there is a trace.

 

There, his “in my haste”

Was said as a reflection on God

But his very next statement showed

His reflection was flawed. 

 

So, whatever David meant

It was said in a haste

And cannot be attributed to Jesus-

Not even a trace.

 

However, compared to God

“That cannot lie”

All men are prone to lying

And this, we can’t deny.

 

Stewart Russell © July 8, 2023

 

On Being a Monster

 

 

Sometimes in life

You have to be

Something that is not you

Naturally.

 

It’s being a monster

I would often say

To help some loved one

To mend their way.

 

Often with children

In their poor perception,

A negative response is seen

As a rejection.

 

Daddy’s the monster

Or maybe it’s Mum

But whoever’s the monster

From them they run.

 

I have dared to be

The monster they see

Though I must admit

It is never easy.

 

It is an attitude

That grows with me

And that I still maintain

With my family.

 

 When most of life

Becomes relative ease,

An unexpected interruption

Can be a squeeze.

 

This is made worse

If it’s not understood

And we do not sensibly respond

As we really should.

 

 

Life is a lesson

We learn everyday

And a day’s lesson ignored

Brings growth delay.

 

Delay in adapting

To what is the new

And we stubbornly refuse

To change our view.

 

Haste is the focus;

It must be corrected!

And in haste the lesson not learnt

Is again rejected.

 

A monster is needed!

It has to be me

And though it’s not popular,

I hope you can see…

 

The bigger picture

That will unfold

Unless someone steps up

And become bold.

 

Nothing learned

Then nothing gained

Other than constantly repeating

The same pain.

 

It pains me to write

A poem like this

But I am constrained so to do

To mend this rift.

 

Remember, easy come,

Easy go,

This is a principle

We all need to know.

Quickly replacing

Once there are funds

One day will come to an end

When funds are done.

 

Learn to get by

At least for a while

And so, learn to appreciate

Another’s lifestyle.

 

Stewart Russell © July 10, 2024

 

De Gas Run Out

 

 

De gas run out

And today is Sunday,

Nine times out of ten times

It happens this way.

 

In de middle of cooking

And de gas run out,

Tell me why pun a Sunday,

Gih me a shout!

 

All week long

And de gas all right

But then sudden so pun Sunday

When tings tight.

 

 

De gas run out!

Whuh, dis is a trick?

Yuh try to light up de stove

And get click, click!

 

Unless it is only we

Dat dis is happen to,

If it does happen to wunna too,

Say something, nuh!

 

If yuh know sumpting

Say sumpting,

Especially why you think

This is happening.

 

 

Why de gas does go

Mostly pun Sundays

And if maybe it is a lesson to me

To mend my ways.

 

Always be prepared!

Have a backup bottle

So dat whether Sunday or not

It en nuh trouble.

 

De smallest bottles

Is wuh I does use,

Like big-ups and better-offs

I can't pick and choose.

 

 

 

No natural gas

Does run in my road

And dem big cylinder bottles

Is too much of a load.

 

I can’t afford them

If you see what I mean

And dependable electricity

Is becoming a dream.

 

Plus, I find out recently

Natural gas more expensive

And I got to cut and contrive

If I want to live.

 

But leh we get back

To where we began,

Why mostly pun a Sunday?

Tell me, fam!

 

 

 

De gas run out

And today is Sunday,

Nine times out of ten times

It happens this way.

 

Stewart Russell © February 23, 2025

 

Not Every Reverend

 

 

Not every Reverend

Is a man of God

Because not every Reverend

Is of the called.

 

Such are imposters

If never called

And a simple word for these

Would be fraud.

 

I am not very good

At telling the difference

Since I am inclined to relate

To biblical content.

 

This allows for me

To map out my course

And not be misled by their power

Or rules they enforce.

 

 

A title is just that

And not anything more

If the wearer just has plasters

For a spiritual sore.

 

I expect much more

From a man of God

That has been made aware

He has been called.

 

Called to a purpose

And given a plan

Straight out of God’s Holy Word

For every man.

 

Man being generic

Meaning women too

And since they are two genders,

That means me or you.

 

Male and female

With no in between

That is now so common place

On today’s scene.

 

Not every Reverend,

I must reiterate,

Has been called of the Lord

At any rate.

 

Whether they are many

Or there is a dearth

A Reverend that was not called

Has little worth.

 

Be wise to their tricks

In the light of the Word

And whenever you are in doubt

To the Bible defer.

 

 

Fall not for titles

And they are quite a few,

Reverend is surely one of them

And Apostle too.

 

Stewart Russell © November 14, 2024

 

Risks Being Considered

 

 

No one goes into a business

Hoping to lose

Rather, it is profits and more profits

Which people choose.

 

Breaking even at first

With the base to improve

Would be a much better prospect

Than projecting to lose.

 

It is considered a loss

If profit margins decrease

And a business may downsize

To cause such to cease.

 

That profits are optimal

Is what businesses are about

And the greater the profit margin

The greater their clout.

 

That having been said

Here’s a question for you,

What are three top businesses

At least, in your view?

 

While you are thinking

I will give you my three:

First up would be the Government

Of a given country.

 

 

The people’s business

In which they have little say

And they, the employers work

To prop it up each day.

 

This is largely different

From the other two,

It is financed by the taxpayers

To pay the executive crew.

 

Often the employers

Don’t know an employee’s salary

Whose wages are much higher

Than the employers’ money.

 

The last verse to you

Probably makes little sense

But employers pay employees-

From this pick sense.

 

It is our tax dollars

That pay Government officers

Never mind that we have no say

In what they are offered.

 

They regulate our wages

But we can’t touch theirs

And I say that as our employees,

This is not fair.

 

Government is the first

And so much for this one,

There are just two more to go

And then I am gone.

 

Next is the bank

Where we bank our money

And where from reports received

There is great profitability.

 

 

Not for us really

But for the filthy rich,

You see banking millions of dollars

Is a wealthy tip.

 

Never ever will you hear

A bank has incurred a loss,

They make use of everybody’s money

At little or no cost.

 

When things are brown

They still make a profit

And ever, so often they cut back;

This is another trick.

 

Their service charges

Obliterate any interest received

Which is really “next kin” to nothing

As far as I perceive.

 

But they increase profits

In all kinds of circumstances

And we derive absolutely no benefit

In any of these instances.

 

Regarded as a nuisance

Are the smallest of accounts,

Too much time has to be wasted

Keying in these amounts.

 

Such persons are penalized

For these small accounts

And they struggled every month

To increase the amount.

 

I thoroughly dislike banks

But cannot do without

But that I prefer online than in line,

Is without a doubt.

 

 

Banks are an injustice

Especially to the poor

And the first business I mentioned

Helps to close the door…

 

The door to a better standard;

A better standard of living

Since there are few regulatory controls

On the bank’s profiteering.

 

The third and final one

Encompasses the first two

Though the first two benefit from this one

And this is true.

 

Everybody needs insurance

Of one kind or another

But how much individuals benefit

Is another matter.

 

 

Corporations do benefit

And this, without a doubt

But any policy lapse re an individual

And he or she is given OUT!

 

No Government controls,

At least none that I know

For these companies do as they like

As the evidence shows.

 

One faithfully pays

And when comes time to benefit,

One is dragged over the coals

As a standard habit.

 

You may know an exception

But one is not the rule;

And God help you when they collapse

For then you look like a fool.

 

They are necessary evils

If you see what I mean

But that the poor is disadvantaged

Is the common scene.

 

As to which is the worse

I really don’t know

But I do pray they do far better

And that they let it show.

 

Governments and banks,

As well as insurance companies

Do not in any shape, form or fashion

Alleviate poverty.

 

Governments sustain a deficit

And it seems deliberately so

But for the other two as we all know,

Huge profits invariably show.

 

Stewart Russell © July 18, 2024