"dire" and "tire" can be 2-syllables

[Doreen Peri]

"dire" and "tire" can be 2-syllable words.
Here's proof.

.....................

I took my car straight to the buyer
He paid cash, it was a dire
circumstance, he needed wheels.
His soles had holes upon his heels.

So cold outside, I lit a fire!
Snowstorm, brrrr, a chilled quagmire!
Felt so warm, stripped my attire.
Naked to my heart's desire.

I put my clothes inside the dryer.
Phone rang, answered, 'twas the buyer.
"There's no air inside the tire!
This is not what I require!"

I said, "I'm sorry. No bad deal.
I'll purchase you another wheel."

[WIREMAN]

...you do be the wordsmith...i could hear your voice here...on the edge as always....when u b jammin D??????

[Doreen Peri]

Hey Mark.. thanks... I was having a debate with someone on another site about whether a line in a poem was iambic pentameter or not... i said it was, he said it was only 9 syllables in the poem instead of 10 (pentameter) because of the word "dire" but in the line, dire was pronounced DYE-ER ... so I wrote this little ditty to show how it can be 2 syllables .

was just having fun

We were going to do a summer jam, I know.... i haven't had time to set it up

if you or judih want to start it in the jam session forum, when I have time, I'll make an announcement and move the jam session forum to the top of the page when i get a chance.... how's that sound?.

[Stinkyfinger]

Oh; but 'require' can be three. LOL
I like a tendency to Faulkneresque vernacular or pronunciation. I remember reading, some years ago, Pet Cemetary, by Stephen King, and recall being, for nearly the entire book, confused by, "ayup." Of course it was a Mainer's "yes." It was 'ah-uhp,' and not 'ay-yup,' as I first imagined.

[Doreen Peri]

Yes! And it require IS 3-syllables in the silly ditty above.

Ayup!

[stilltrucking]

that was fun
thanks Doreen.

please pardon the ramble but on a personal note>
I spend too much time listening to people talk on the phone trying to understand accents A Mississippi black accent takes iambic pentameter through some quantum shifts.

[joel]

for those of us who comprehend an earth
where penta-footed iambs bring to birth
a necessary order, great's the worth
that gerrymanders syllables in mirth
and merriment, experimenting in
the chance that loving language isn't sin
(and given that's the place my love has been,
I'm not surprised to love you here again)